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CONTENTS PRINCE OF THE CHURCH - - Charles D. South 1 ARE THE DARK AGES JUSTLY SO-CaLLED? Edmund F. Bradley 5 AN AUTUMN Thought - - F. Buckley McOurrln 19 A CORAL PEAK - - - - John Walsh 20 HIS MOTHER ' S SACRIFICE - - L. Louis Giaraud 21 A REMEMBRANCER - - - - S. J.Othine 25 A MISTAKEN VACATION - - Walter P. Howard 2 6 EUROPE ' S GAME - - _ J. Charles Murphy 40 THE STORM - - - - - Rudie J. Scholz 41 IN MEMORIAM OF THE BRAVE CREW OF THE LOST F-4 Albert Quill 43 NOTHING TO SPEAK OF - - F. Buckley McGurrin 44 BISHOP CONATY - - - - - - 48 EDITORIAL _-_-_-. 49 EXCHANGES -------52 UNIVERSITY NOTES . _ . _ _ -55 ENGINEERING NOTES - - - - - 61 ALUMNI - ------63 ATHLETICS _ _ _ _ _ _ e,g MOST REVEREND EDWARD J 10SE SOLEM NSTALLATION AS ARCHBISHOP OF SA TOOK PLACE JULY 28. 1915 D D. N FRANCISCO Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara. Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XV SANTA CLARA, CAL., OCTOBER, 1915 No. 1 TKe Most Reverend Edward J. Hanna, ArcKtisKop of San Francisco Prince of the Cnurcn, to tnee, all nail ! TKine apostolic reign be long. Ana, all triumphant over wrong, Thy banner of our faith prevail ! Thy gifts we cherish, prize thy fame, We know the tablets thou has wrought, Thy potent voice, thy master thought, The virtues that enwreathe thy name. Thy precepts make for war ' s surcease ; Aye, more— a Christ-like brotherhood, Where mortals vie in doing good, While world-wide rings the note of Peace. May Truth and Love Divine prevail, A climax of thy gracious sway ! Our hearts a loyal homage pay ! Prince of the Church, to thee, all hail ! CHAS. D. SOUTH ARE THE DARK AGES JUSTLY SO-CALLED? HE Middle, or Dark Ages are the most abused and least deserv- ing of the abuse of all periods of history. On ac- count of the great obstacles in the path of its ad- vancement, no other epoch merits more sympathy for its failures, and more ad- miration for its triumphs. It is not a doubtful assertion that the mediaeval times have received less sympathy and more intolerance, less admiration and more denunciation, than ages unworthy of a place beside them. Historians seem to delight immense- ly in roundly scoring this period. If they are not guilty of plain misstate- ments they minimize its good qualities, and its defects are proclaimed loud and long, thereby producing an unjust impression. A certain historian re- marks in the first pages of a volume of the Middle Ages, that the Church was in spite of her defects, a powerful force for the good during the mediaeval times, but he refrains from mentioning few things save her faults, which he himself acknowledged as unusual and exceptional. Her effects on the ad- vancement of civilization, a topic of great importance, is unnoticed. It has become so customary to ascribe almost any and every desirable quality to mediaeval times, that until recently little independent research to verify statements concerning them was con- sidered necessary. This continued slander against the Middle Ages has powerfully affected the popular con- ception concerning them. At present, they are very lowly esteemed by many people who know nothing definite about them, having adopted their opinion merely because it was the current one. But intelligent and sympathetic study of mediaeval times does and is bringing more favor upon them. The Dark Ages are Dark only to those who are igno- rant of them. In what way shall we proceed to judge the Middle Ages? Surely we shall not examine them and discover- ing them inferior in civilization to our age, declare them unenlightened? This is plainly unfair. The twentieth cen- tury has, over and above what it has achieved of itself, a rich legacy from all foregoing time. Yet we find many historians comparing modern and mediaeval times, apparently without realizing the injustice of such a com- parison. Rather we should consider the amount of progress an age has THE REDWOOD made, how much it has risen aboA e the plane on which it started. It would be an absurdity to put one foot racer fifty yards behind another in a race and because the latter finished far in front of his opponent, to declare the handicapped one a very poor runner, having been beaten by about fifty yards. This is a parallel case of what is frequently done when modern and mediaeval civilization are compared. Let us then consider how great a dis- tance the Middle Ages have advanced and not to where their advance has carried them. Ruskin says that in determining the progress of a nation, or an epoch in his- tory, we should examine its book of Deeds, its book of Arts and its book of " Words. I shall first turn over a few leaves of the book of Deeds and show you some of the great mediaeval achievements. Then I will tell of the artistic triumphs and lastly give a glimpse of its literature. But first it would be advisable to de- termine the period known as the Mid- dle Ages ; this cannot be done satisfac- torily to all, for historians some times confine the name Dark Ages to the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth centuries, others consider the Tenth, Eleventh and Twelfth Dark, but most historians and nearly all others, use Dark Ages and Middle Ages as synonyms. It is in the latter sense that I will take it. The opinion of most historians is that the fall of the Roman Empire in the West, 476 A. D. ushers in the Middle Ages and that they end approximately with the fall of Constantinople, 1453 A. D. Their beginning was not auspicious. About that time barbaric tribes were traversing Europe, at intervals of a score or less years, leaving a wake of slaughter and destruction. Italy was the favorite stamping ground. Rome, during a period of twenty years, fell booty to these plunderers no less than five times. For nearly two hundred years complete peace was unknown to Europe. Agriculture, arts and indus- tries could not be prosecuted exten- sively, nor with the proper care. But the period was not unfruitful. Out of the chaos the modern nations slowly crystallized. The roaming tribes set- tled down and accustomed themselves to the pursuits of peace. As she had conquered Rome, the Church set about to conquer Rome ' s conquerors and the whole of Europe, also. It is an absurdity to say that period which saw Europe transformed from a land inhabited by ruthless pagans into the abode of Christians, was Dark. What more valuable con- tribution to civilization could have been made than the real truth? What more precious gift could have been presented to men, than the knowledge of God and their eternal destiny? Christianity was the greatest force in subduing the barbarous inhabitants of Europe. Their ideals were drawn from and their conducts influenced by the teachings of Christ. At the beginning of the work, zeal- ous and holy men were dispatched into the wilderness. There, by preaching THE REDWOOD and example they gradually won a few barbarians to accept Christianity. Whenever they gained a foothold, monasteries were established from which went forth new missionaries on their noble work. This work of conver- sion was slow and arduous. Ireland was the only country converted with- out a martyr. Thither in 432 Pope Celestine sent St. Patrick. In a com- paratively short time, he gained Ire- land to the faith. Germany was con- verted during the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth centuries. Most notable of the missionaries that labored there was St. Boniface, called the Apostle of G-er- many. Hungary owed her conversion to the efforts of the pious king Stephen. It was still more difficult to persuade the barbarians, after having accepted Christianity, to lead lives becoming their faith. This could not be done in haste. The Church realized that no fundamental change in customs and habits of living could be wrought by a sudden revolution. All things that possess permanency are of slow growth. Consequently, after the European peo- ple had become nominal Christians, the ministers of Christ continued to exalt them to perfection, and succeeded in producing that simple spirit of piety characteristic of the Middle Ages. The human element of the Church, in some places and at some times, was without doubt, inconsistent with its teachings and the example of the im- mense majority of the ecclesiastics. But such instances were so rare that, de- plorable as they are, they cannot de- tract a whit from the glory of so great an achievement as Christianizing Eu- rope. What would have become of Europe, if schooled in Roman corruption, she had not the restraining hand of Chris- tianity? Without the Christian doc- trine of equality of every one before God, the brotherhood of human beings, would social conditions be as good now as they were at the close of the Middle Ages? Would anyone except those spurred on by the hope of an eternal reward have undergone the labors of the missionaries? Could we expec t a Eoman whose language had not the equivalent of " charity " and " humil- ity " to be zealous for the welfare of barbarians from whom he could hope to gain no material advantage? Consid- ering the absence of civilization among the inhabitants of Europe at the be- ginning of the Middle Ages, the diffi- culty of disseminating knowledge the final result must command universal admiration. It must be remembered that the number of missionaries and priests who undertook the conversion of Europe were nothing to the number of its inhabitants. The spreading through Europe of a religion, so above the nature of man and the opposition to his innate selfishness, cannot be con- sidered less than a wonder. No one stints praise to those who did it. Why, then, decry the Age in which this feat was accomplished? One of the immediate and the most important results of the Christianiza- tion of Europe was the elevation of THE REDWOOD woman to the position which she has held with no essential changes since the Middle Ages. In Roman and Greek society, especially when these civiliza- tions were in the height of their glory, woman ' s place was a very degraded one. Indeed, she was considered either a slave of or an amusement for man, and treated accordingly. In early Rome a man could sell his wife into slavery. The Germanic tribes treated their women as domestic utilities. A wonderful change was wrought in the Middle Ages. Woman rose to the position of a helper of her husband, and became supreme in the dominion of her home. Since the Middle Ages women on the whole, especially in Europe, have held the same position they assumed in mediaeval times. If their lot is better it is because that of their husband ' s has improved. The peasant ' s wife in the Middle Ages was not, to be sure, as happily fixed as the wife of a modern worker, but their relative positions are the same. True it is, that recently, women in some places, have been en- franchised, but this is a small advance- ment in comparison to the progress made when they obtained their rightful place in the domestic sphere; taking a hand in government with man is only a small advance above being his co- equal in raising a family, supervising the household and sharing with him in- terests of far more weight than politics. The high esteem of women in the Middle Ages is reflected by the lays of the troubadours. They have produced poems unsurpassed in exalted and noble expression of admiration for women. Dante, in his early years, con- sidered himself one of the troubadours and composed love sonnets which would have secured him enduring fame, had he never written the Divine Com- edy. The remarkable change that took place in regard to woman ' s standing, is directly due to Christianity. If it taught that woman had caused man ' s fall, it also taught that through Mary the world was given a Redeemer. The fact that after Christ the only perfect hu- man being was a woman, powerfully gripped the minds of the age and pro- duced increased respect for her sex. This was not the only cause, however, and, perhaps, not the chief one. The Church ' s teachings and moral standards forbade the degraded treatment that women received in previous ages. The distinguished historian, Myer, has remarked that woman ' s position was a reliable gauge of the state of so- ciety. Everyone is aware that history has corroborated this truth most em- phatically. Considering the progress of woman in the Middle Ages, the re- spected part she played in the life of the times, are we justified in applying the name dark to this period? In the seventh century a peril to Eu- rope appeared, which, had it not been averted, would have blighted the civili- zation of all the world The religion of Mohammed united the Arabs and raised in them a lust for conquest Avhich grew with their remarkable successes. In eighty years they reduced more ter- THE REDWOOD ritory than Rome in her prime won during four centuries. The Moham- medans passed like a devastating flood over the regions they conquered, and a large portion of those whom they vanquished were sold into slavery. Syria, Egypt, Spain, Northern Africa passed under the bitter yoke of the successors of the Prophet. Their ad- vance into Europe was halted at the battle of Tours, only after they had penetrated far into what is now France. Had they triumphed, Europe would have undergone the fate of Constan- tinople and the East. Civilization would have suffered from the doctrines of Mohammed which have proved so effective a brake to human progress. Civilization, would have been no bet- ter now than it was in the realm of the sultan. Several years later, the Mohammedan menace again appeared. The Arabs after being checked, sub- sided and devoted themselves, v ith suc- cess, to prosecution of industry and peaceful arts. Pilgrims were allowed access to Jerusalem. However, in the eleventh century the Turks of Asiatic stock, obtained power in the Moham- medan world and extended their bound- aries with wonderful rapidity. They outdid in cruelty the acts of the Arabs, four centuries before. For a time it seemed that the whole of Asia would pass into the hands of the Caliphs. Their encroachments on European ter- ritory, together with the refusa 1 to grant Pilgrims to enter Jerusalem, caused Europe, fired with religious en- thusiasm, to send repeated crusades against them. Though the crusades in the end did not accomplish their avowed purpose, the expulsion of Mo- hammedans from the Holy Land, they did succeed in weakening the Turks and preventing for the time incursions against Europe. But the most import- ant results of the crusades were not military ones. The conflicts with the Turks produced an intellectual stimu- lation in Europe. The immense multi- tudes who made the journey through Avidely varied countries had their vis- ions broadened by association with new scenes, and contact with other minds sharpened theirs. They also brought an additional im- petus to the change of political institu- tions progressing at that time. The feudal barons were weakened by the enormous expenditure entailed in the campaigns and were unable to resist the efforts of the king for a centralized government, nor could they keep the surfs in subjection as easily as before. But the most important issue of the Crusades was the birth of Modern com- merce. The transporting of warriors and their supplies necessitated large fleets, which returning brought back Oriental products. They were the first vessels to carry on a trade with the East. Money became necessary to con- duct the commercial transactions and finally banks and notes of exchange were put into use. Education is a subject to which in Modern times is given an ever increas- ing attention. An idea of the state of Education in the Middle Ages will tend THE REDWOOD somewhat towards forming an unpreju- diced estimation of them. Of course education was not as widespread, nor was iinowledge of things in general so comprehensive, as at present. In con- sidering education and its advance in the Middle Ages, we must constantly keep in mind the lack of many edixea- tional forces in use now. The means of travel were poor, slow, dangerous and expensive. Books were prohibitively expensive to the majority. Let us see what was done in spite of these two great deficiencies. During the period immediately after Rome ' s fall, the troubled state of Eu- rope militated against pursuits of peace. Learning was confined almost exclusively to the monasteries. Things more important than learning occupied the time ' s energies. When, however, Charlemagne founded his Empire, a tranquility set in which resulted in the multiplication of schools and a real thirst for knowledge. The royal palace became the home of all the eminent scholars of the age. This Palace Acad- emy played an important part in the revival of learning. Charlemagne also furthered education by establishing and endowing a number of monasteries. He commanded that a free school should be established in every monas- tery and cathedral, and supplied means for these schools ' support. Ireland, however, from the fifth to the ninth centuries possessed the most wide-spread culture and most learned men. There were many monasteries de- voted exclusively to teaching. Bangor, for instance, had 3000 monks and a multitude of students. Duns Seotus flourished during this time. Irish scholars went through the continent spreading knowledge and founding school. Irishmen constitiited a major- ity of the scholars at Charlemagne ' s palace. In England during the eighth cen- tury the condition of learning was all that could be expected. Alfred the Great, king at that time, was himself an assiduous student. Like Charle- magne, he established a free school in every cathedral and monastery, and commanded in addition, that all sher- iffs and officers in his government should apply themselves to letters, or quit his service. Convents were quite numerous, in which nuns were edu- cated and sometimes kept schools for the education of young women. During the early Middle Ages the monasteries were the chief refuges of learning. All the deep, erudite schol- ars were monks. Every community had a library and generally a free school. An old maxim says, " A cloister with- out a library is like a citadel without arms. " Most monasteries engaged in copying books, and it is to the Mediae- val copyists that we owe the preserva- tion of the classics when the barbarians plundered Rome. As the age progressed the number of monasteries increased rapidly, and with the monasteries were almost, without exception, free schools. France shortly after Charlemagne ' s death had two hundred such institutions of learning. THE REDWOOD So education was advancing at a fair rate when the universities appeared, Then it went forward by leaps and bounds. Many of the first universities were established very early. King Al- fred founded a school in 886, which de- veloped into Oxford University. Cam- bridge was founded in 915. Paris took the proportion of a university in 1100, though it Avas founded three centuries earlier. The universities started, not as the result of any definite movement, or of a purpose of individuals, but they came into existence gradually and grew to suit the needs of the times. They v ere generally the monastic or cathedral schools spoken of, which having in- creased to a great size, were granted Papal or Royal Charters. In the tenth and eleventh centuries, schools having reputations for proficiency in certain lines, or for a distinguished faculty drew students from very distant re- gions. In the eleventh century, Abe- lard ' s fame attracted immense num- bers to Paris. Salerno, a century later, acquired prestige in medicine ; and Bo- logna, Pisa, and Padua in law. In the latter part of the twelfth and during the thirteenth centuries, these schools acquired an immense size. Oxford is known to have had thirty thousand stu- dents. Paris had as many. The size of the universities show how great the interest in education must have been. It is an established fact that in the thir- teenth century, the number of those at- tending the universities was in propor- tion to the population, far greater than at present. This seems unbelievable, but it is quite the truth. The rolls of the University of Oxford alone, had thirty thousand names on the annual register during the thirteenth century. At that time there were less than three million people in England, which is far less than the population of Greater New York, or rather it more nearly ap- proximates the population of Chicago. Yet no one would claim that there are at present thirty thousand university students from either of these two most prosperous American cities. It might be supposed that the ex- penses to attend at these universities were very high, nothing could be more untrue. Money matters prevented no one from receiving an education. Those who had means were expected to pay tuition and to supply themselves with the necessities of life. Poor students, however, were charged nothing for tui- tion and had their wants cared for by students ' associations or charitable in- dividuals. The management of the Mediaeval Universities was not widely different from that of Modern times. The chief executive office was that of the Rector, to which great dignity was attached. There is one thing, however, that dif- fers widely from Modern methods. In- somuch as the students were from many different countries they were divided into nations. There was not a nation for each nationality, but several nations were usually grouped together. Paris had its French, Piccardie, Norman and English nations. The French nation THE REDWOOD included Italians, Spaniards, Greeks, Portuguese and Orientals. The Eng- lish, Scotch, Irish Germans Polish and Scandinavean students. Each nation had its own teachers and accommoda- tions. Teaching was almost exclusively carried on by lecture, owing to the scar- city of books. The course consisted of a trivium, of Latin grammar, rhetoric and logic, and a quadrivium of arith- metic, geometry, astronomy and music. After these studies came the higher courses in law, philosophy, theology and medicine. Modern times have been ac- customed to sneer at the old school- men, as they are called, as eccentric and breath-wasting disputers on the number of angels that could rest on a pin-point, and similar foibles. This is mainly because pains to investigate have not been taken. Another popular idea is that they studied only theology and philosophy. It is true that these studies were given prominence and reached a high degree of perfection. But it can be seen from the Trivium and Quadrivium mentioned above, that the other subjects were studied. The great scholars of that day were not wholly devoted to theology. Albertus Magnus was an astute student of nature, and has received praise from such a great naturalist as Humboldt. Roger Bacon, one of the most brilliant minds of the thirteenth century, had an idea of gun- powder, predicted that vehicles would be propelled by explosives and that men would some day fly. Bacon and Albert emphasized the ne- cessity of experience and observation to acquire sound knowledge. Yet we find numerous volumes, purporting to be histories, declaring that the Mediae- val schoolmen distrusted observation and thought it possible to derive all knowledge from their syllogisms. What they have accomplished is, however, a sufficient refutation for this charge. Had they not observed very keenly, neither Bacon nor Albertus Magnus could have learned what they did. Without keen and accurate observation St. Thomas Aquinas would never have gained his great knowledge of human passions, nature and motives, revealed in his works. The schoolmen cultivated and re- quired a precision of thought which characterized their work. Their preci- sion led to the much criticized hair- splitting at the end of the Middle Ages and later, but generally they discussed important theological and social prob- lems with an exactness unknown to the ancients themselves. This precision had a salutary effect on the modern languages then in form- ation. Had they been shaped exclus- ively by the masses we would have had fewer words of Latin and Greek deriv- ation. The modes, tenses and cases would have been increased greatly, as philogists notice is the result of doing little writing, and exact thought in a language. On the whole the Modern languages, without the schoolmen, would have been quite inferior to what they are now. Condorcet, an eminent French scholar says: " It is to the schoolmen that the vulgar langi 10 THE REDWOOD are indebted for what precision and an- alytical subtlety they possess. " The Universities developed a well proportioned intellect. The studies of Latin grammar, rhetoric, logic, arith- metic, astronomy, and music i resented as broad a course as is given by any Modern University. It should be not- ed that music included besides what the term implies, history, literature and similar things. When the student had finished this course it was a safe con- clusion that he was quite capable of undertaldng professional studies. This is a significant utterance by such an eminent man as Huxley, " The scholars of the Mediaeval Universities seem to have studied grammar, logic, rhetoric, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, theol- ogy and music. Thus their work, how- ever imperfect and faulty, judged by modern lights, it may have been, brought them face to face with all lead- ing aspects of the many-sided mind of man. " And I doubt if the curriculum of any Modern University shows so clear and generous a comprehension of what is meant by culture as this old Trivium and Quadrivium does. " What have these old Universities contributed to man ' s store of knowl- edge? Without doubt their greatest and most important contribution is scho- lastic philosophy, much despised by those who are ignorant of it. But it is slowly coming into its own. Whom- soever reads St. Thomas changes his ideas concerning scholasticism. His works have been for years the stand- ard philosophical writings of the Church. Scholastic philosophy is distinctly a product of the old Universities ; Albert- us Magnus, the first of the great school- men, did much to shape it. But the largest part of the work was done by his pupil St. Thomas Aquinas. His great achievement was the demonstra- tion of the reasonableness of the Church ' s doctrines, and to do it, he called to his aid Aristotlean philosophy and supplied proofs of his own. Father Vaughn says of him, ' ' He had the intel- lectual honesty of Socrates, the keen- ness of Aristotle, the yearning after wisdom of Plato. " The amount of work he accomplished was incredible. Though he died at the age of forty-two, his works would fill twenty large folio volumes of matter so deep that it would take a lifetime to comprehend it; and all this was accomplished in spite of his sacerdotal duties, incessant teaching, and physical ailments. What Professor Saintsbury of Edin- borough University writes of Scholasti- cism will prove a revelation to many, " And there have been in these latter days certain graceless ones who have asked whether the Science of the nine- teenth century after an equal interval, will be of any more positive value, whether it will not have even less com- parative interest than that Avhieh ap- pertains to the scholasticism of the thir- teenth century? " " It is quite certain that in time to come improvements mil render the in- ventions of the nineteenth century and THE REDWOOD 11 even of the present time obscure and interesting only to the history student. Eight centuries have rolled by since scholasticism flourished, and we are still to find a system equal to it. ' ' Certainly the age which has given us a philosophy unimproved by eight cen- turies ' efforts, which has given us so great an educational force as the Uni- versity is not a Dark one. To elevate workers from slaves to free men, to make labor respectable, where it was dishonorable, is an achievement which would reflect credit on any age. This is exactly what was done during the Middle Ages. In the fourth century nearly all workers were slaves, the freemen that worked were looked upon with utmost contempt. Persons who labored were, according to the times ' opinion, worthy of no con- sideration whatever. The Church ex- erted her whole influence against this injustice. She taught a doctrine, quite u.nheard of before, that the rich were in duty bound to care for and aid their poorer brethren in case of need. She taught that all men were equal before God ; she did as much as possible to pre- vent the oppression of the workers. By the sixth century the rural work- ers had risen from serfdom to slavery. This was not an insignificant advance. Though bound to the soil they were no longer mere chattels, they could not be sold as domestic animals. The condi- tion of serfdom gradually became less intolerable and the serfs made substan- tial advances as the time passed. The Crusades gave them material as- sistance in their struggle upward. Many rallied under the standard of the Cross and thereby gained freedom. Accord- ing to a Protestant historian, the reli- gious enthusiasm caused not a few no- bles to grant freedom to their serfs. Also, as I have mentioned before, the Federal barons, weakened by the cost of the campaigns, could not keep the workers in subjection. A calamity that befell Europe in the fourteenth century, indirectly helped the cause of labor. In 1350, the Black Death, similar to the Bubonic plague, entered Europe from Asia and spread over the whole continent. The devas- tation and damage it wrought, can scarcely be imagined. A third of Eu- rope ' s population died. Such a great decrease in population, naturally made labor scarce and much sought for. In addition, an unsettled state, caused by the dread disease, gave the peasants more liberty. Consequently, instead of staying and working in one place, as they had to do before, they sought new places in which to work, and either re- ceived wages for their labor, or rented lands for themselves. As a result, a system of free labor set in, which de- veloped unfolded, and produced the pre sent wage system. The division of the profits in the Middle Ages, was more just than at present. The laborer received a greater percentage of the wealth that came from his hands than does the Modern worker. The Catholic Encj clopedia is authority for the statement that the poorest one-tenth of the population in 12 THE REDWOOD the Mediaeval times were not as wretch- ed as the poorest one-tenth now. The degraded poverty and misery of slums and factory districts were unknown. Such misery was prevented or remedied by the monasteries, guilds and charita- ble institutions of the day. It is a frequent boast in this country that a man of the poorest parents can rise to the Presidency. We think that merit is offered unusual opportunities to manifest itself, and that if a man ap- plies himself diligently he can improve his condition. In a measure this is true. But recall that there are numer- ous menial tasks in Modern life, re- quiring little mental effort; that there are many disagreeable positions which give ability no chance to show itself. How high can an operator in a cotton mill rise? What hope is there for a ditch digger with a moderate-sized fam- ily, or what fate confronts his chil- dren? No intelligent observer of Mod- ern life is unaware of the fact that there are many situations which neces- sity forces one to take and continue in, that offer not the slightest opportunity for advancement. Agriculture, the most general employment during the Middle Ages, in comparison with such occupations, is a Paradise. In Mediae- val times, if a man wished to become an artisan or a mechanic, he appren- ticed himself and v as quite sure of some day becoming a master in his trade. There were no positions such as tending machines that make the worker a machine himself. Anyone ' s chances might be greatly increased by studying at a University, attendance at which, not the direst poverty could prevent. If there were no chances to rise to such exalted positions as at present, there were far more chances for moderate advancement. One man could not become a ruler of a nation, but a million did not have to remain practically slaves. An interesting feature of industrial life in Middle Ages are the guilds. In a way they may be considered as cor- responding to the trade unions, though they differ in many respects. The guilds were formed to further the prac- tice of religion, to aid the needy and to unite the workers of one trade, for purposes of protection. They sought to increase spiritual welfare of their mem- bers by pious exercises and by present- ing morality plays; they conducted funerals and assisted the needy. As the employer and employee belonged to the same guild and associated together, trouble between capital and labor was unknown. Master and man, united as comrades in a fraternal organization, and as brothers in religion, presented a solid front to competition. There were strikes then, but the employees did not strike against the employers. The em- ployer and the employee both struck against some injustice done their trade. The guilds exercised a supervision over the training of artisans. They se- lected the apprentices, protected their rights and gave the examinations by which a journeyman became a master. In the Mediaeval cities there was an abundance of employment for skilled THE REDWOOD 13 labor. Their labor was individual and what was accomplished was a personal achievement. They were happy be- cause they were intelligent mechanics, not " hands. " ' The most important political institu- tion of the Middle Ages, feudalism, is quite generally understood, and since it is not my intention to repeat what is known, but to bring notice to things that lie unobserved, I will not describe it, but rather explain how it served as a useful purpose. At the dawn of the Middle Ages, when complete anarchy was threatening Europe, feudalism ren- dered a signal service to civilization by providing a form of government suffi- cient to meet the emergencies presented and suitable to the character of the peo- ple at that time. In the early times, says Coulanges, the castles of feudal- ism " were considered the sure place of deposit for the peasants ' harvests and goods. In case of incursions they gave to their wives and their children and themselves complete protection, and each strong castle denoted the safe- ty of a distric t, " It is the consensus of historians ' opinions that with all its defects, feudalism filled a necessary and useful position; that it laid the foundation for centralized and efficient governments and having accomplished its end, passed away. It is a matter of universal knowledge that the Magna Charta is a product of the Middle Ages. This remarkable doc- ument historians have united in calling the foundation of the liberties of Eng- lish-speaking people. For centuries following its adoption, it was constant- ly the greatest and in fact the only pro- tection against the abuse of monarchial power. Our own political institutions, derived as they are, from the English laws and system of government can be attributed in part to the Magna Charta. Alfred the Great, at an early period, collected the old Saxon laws, made new ones, and is thought to have suggested the jury system, which was introduced in the thirteenth century. Casting an eye over the Middle Ages a phenomenal improvement in govern- ment will be noticed. It opened with the Vandals Visagoths, Huns and many other tribes, wandering through Eu- rope. These tribes were quite unaccus- tomed to the restraints of law and gov- ernment. Wrongs were settled by pri- vate revenge. Then feudalism entered, imposing some restrictions on the free will of the people, but not effectually keeping peace and justice. The barons were alloAved to carry on private war- fare, but this right was abolished later. Before the end, centralized and effi- cient governments- arose. Monarchial power was limited somewhat by re- strictions, such as the Magna Charta. A Parliament and a jury system were es- tablished in England. Our own age has made no more essential and sub- stantial improvements. But the greatest of Mediaeval achievements has not yet been noticed. They were in the dominions of art and literature. Though commendable pro- gress was made in education, in gov- ernment and in the improvement of so- 14 THE REDWOOD cial conditions, this age is superior to Mediaeval times in this respect. But neither in arts nor literature, are we able to equal the Middle Ages. It seems surprising that this enlightened period should be unable to equal the arts and the literature of a Dark age. Yet it is most true. For what author, in the last century, has approached Dante, or what philosopher, (I do not mean theorist) has equaled St. Thomas? Do any of our structures merit a place besides the Gothic cathedrals? What Modern painter compares with Giotto? T shall first treat of the greatest ar- tistic glory of the Middle Ages, its won- derful churches, their only equals are the temples built in the golden age of Athens, five centuries before Christ, which are now left to us only as ruins. The architecture of Imperial Rome is in no way to be compared with them. Cer- tainly Modern buildings are even less worthy of a place beside them. Reinach, an authority on architec- ture says, " If the aim of architecture considered as an art, should be to free itself as much as possible from subjec- tion to its materials, it may be said that no buildings have realized this idea, more than the Gothic churches. " Like every great work of art they are the embodiment of noble emotions, of sublime thoughts. The building of churches was the chief outlet for the artistic spirit of the age. Everyone took interest in their erection, those en- gaged in the work spared no pains to make the object of their efforts, no matter how insignificant, ideally beau- tiful. The charm which they possess is not the result of mere size. The Mod- ern sky-scrapers elicit no such admira- tion as is given the cathedrals. It is the soul breathed from their spires, from their jeweled windows that im- presses us so powerfully. The churches were not built with the prevalent Mod- ern spirit of satisfying the specifica- tions of a contract at the least expense. It is almost needless to say that the finest material was used in their con- struction, but what counted infinitely more than the stone and mortar of which they were made, was the thor- ough-going, painstaking manner in which they were made. Nothing was rushed to completion. Sometimes a cen- tury was taken to build a church. Num- berless experiments were perfomned to determine how to produce certain ef- fects. A characteristic of the Gothic churches was the numerous and won- derful windows, the stained glass of which is yet to be equalled. These win- dows, together with the statues and pictures, depicted episodes in the Old and New Testaments and incidents in the lives of the Saints, which, taken as a whole, constituted a kind of a lay- man ' s Bible that appealed to the eye and could be understood by all. The secret of the success of the Gothic churches seems to have been a complete control over details, beautiful in themselves, for the purpose of heightening the effect of the whole. Ferguson in his " History of Archi- tecture " says, " If any man were to devote a life-time to the study of one of the great cathedrals it is question- THE REDWOOD 15 able whether he could master all the details, and fathom all the experiments which led to the glor ious result before him. ' ' Eealizing the great expenditure of labor and material neeessaiy for the construction of a cathedral it seems surprising that almost every town of twenty thousand had a magnificent church. In the thirteenth century, twenty superb edifices were erected in England, whose population was less than three million. The cities engaged in the construction of cathedrals did not bring architects or skilled mechan- ics from other places. Each one took pride in exhibiting their own work- manship, and each one sought to outdo other towns. The workmen them- selves, invented and made any mechan- ical appliance necessary or helpful to their work. That a Mediaeval city of about twenty thousand, for there were few larger, should produce of itself, such a marvelous piece of architecture, speaks well of the general abilities of the people of the time. The Gothic churches are another substantial proof that the Middle Ages are not Dark Ages. Painting did not attain the perfec- tion reached by architecture, its devel- opments was delayed to a later period ; but it was not neglected. Two very famous names, Cimabue and Giotto, come in the thirteenth century. The latter especially deserves notice. Be- fore his time the figures on the canvas were stiff and awkward. The design of a piece was limited by custom to a certain number of figures in a certain position, etc. He broke the chains of conventionalism and made his fig- ures natural. Though Giotto did not equal in technique some of the later painters, he equaled, if he did not sur- pass, even Raphael, in originality. For forty years he painted throughout Italy, spreading appreciation and a de- sire for real art. Cimabue ' s work for art Avas similar to that of Giotto ' s, he helped in the work of making painting natural and thus helped the revival of painting during the Renaissance. In other lines there was substantial progress. The stained glass of the ca- thedrals is unsurpassed to this day. The hinges, door-knockers, chalices made without Modern machines, are quite as good as work of our own time, at least in design. The industrial arts were not given the attention that the fine arts received, but some noteworthy inventions were made during the Middle Ages. Mention of hand-printing by type or carved plates has been found in manu- scripts dating from the tenth century. A way of making paper from cotton rags was discovered in 1100 when the capture of Egypt by the Turks put an end to the importation of papyrus. Spectacles were invented in 1285. Roger Bacon, at an earlier date, de- scribed the principle of lenses and told how they could be made. The first clock was made by Gerbert, a monk, 1100, who afterwards became Pope Sylvester II. 16 THE REDWOOD Silk was first cultivated in France during the twelfth century. The postoffice may be said to haA e originated in the Middle Ages. To fa- cilitate communication between the students and their parents, the large universities established regular carrier routes on which mails were carried at a fixed rate. This system extended and amplified resulted in Modern postal service. But the industries were not so ard- ently cultivated as at present and there is not reason to look down upon the age on this score. In the fine arts, which are of as much importance as industrial arts, the thirteenth century surpassed us. Most people exulting in the glory of the Renaissance forget that many art- ists were infusing culture, developing the people ' s taste and in every way preparing for the Eevival. It is a max- im of history that no great age owes its greatness to what itself alone has made, but rather to giving a fitting climax to what has been done before. In one re- spect Mediaeval art is superior to that of the Renaissance. In the Middle Ages, art had a purpose, which was the same as that of the whole human race, to glorify God. Art for art ' s sake alone was unknown. The archi- tecture, painting, sculpture of the pe- riod reflected the love and v orship of the Lord. " With the Renaissance, a utilitarian spirit set in which has waxed stronger ever since resulting in the blight of true art. As Ruskin said, " This pesky Renaissance has over- whelmed everything artistic. " But the Middle Ages did not despise what was useful. The maxim of " he who com- bines beauty with utility gains every- thing, " well expresses the sentiment of the best part of the Mediaeval pe- riod. A consideration of the cathedrals, of the development of painting and of the minor arts, of the fact that when all this was done Europe did not have one-twentieth as many people as it now has, so that the proportional number of geniuses developed must have been far greater than at present, should do much to vindicate the Middle Ages. Before taking up Mediaeval litera- ture a few words should be said of Mediaeval science which made its greatest progress during the thirteenth century. Foremost among the scien- tists was Roger Bacon. He is the fath- er of inductive reasoning and in his writings he strenuously advocated a greater devotion to experiment and ob- servation in gaining knowledge, and not too much trust in what is accepted as true. Though he did not discover explosives he must have been ac- quainted with them, for in his Opus Magnum we find a statement that one may call to burst forth from bronze thunderbolts more formidable than those produced by nature. He also an- ticipated the use of explosives as a source of power and declared that it was possible to construct a boat and a carriage which would move without oarsmen or horses. Though Bacon was not the discoverer of lenses, he prob- THE REDWOOD 17 ably did more than anyone else to make their principle clear, and establish them upon a mathematical basis. He taught the principle of aberration of light ; and claimed, though he could not have known it by experiment, that light does not travel instantaneously but at a fixed rate contrary to the opinion of everyone of the time. Albertus Magnus was a great scien- tist and theologian. Though his theo- logical works are very valuable it is on his scientific achievements that his fames rests. He experimented in chem- istry and physics and made some ob- servations in botany. Humboldt, the distinguished German naturalist says, " His works contain some exceedingly acute remarks on the organic struct- ure and physiology of plants. " He also gave some attention to astronomy and decided that the Milkj Way was nothing but a vast assemblage of stars. He made some remarks on the reflec- tion of solar rays and noticed the power of refraction in certain crystals. It is interesting to note in view of recent discoveries in chemistry that the theory of the Mediaeval Alchemists concerning the possibility of the trans- mutation of elements may not be whol- ly wrong. Lithium can be derived from copper. Ramsey, the great Eng- lish chemist, declares that he has ob- tained carbon from zirc onium, silicon and some other rarer elements, and that he can obtain silver from lead. It is the matter of common knowledge that radium, to all appearances an ele- ment, yields emanations of a distinctly different substance, helium. This has led many famous chemists to the con- clusion that all things are composed of the same essential matter, and that the difference among the elements is due to different manifestations of the primary matter. This was the theory of St. Thomas Aquinas when he said, " That everything consisted of, 1st. Matter, and 2nd Form. " The matter he considered as always the same, but the form may be different. There are many indications pointing to the adop- tion of this theory of the Dark Ages. Passing to the literature of the Mid- dle Ages, we come to what is probably its greatest glory. Time has placed its masterpieces in the very front rank of classics. The following names and works alone should be sufficient to free the Middle Ages from any contempt: Dante, St. Thomas Aquinas; " The Song of Roland " , " The Cid " , the " Nibel- ungenlied " . Dante is without doubt the greatest of Mediaeval poets and also one of the greatest of all times. Only Shakespeare and Homer are men- tioned with his name. There is no need of my praising his universally known works. Next comes St. Thomas, of whom something has been said of the Universities. The Middle Ages also saw the com- position of several great national epics. The first of these is " The Song of Ro- land, " a heroic legend, which formed about one of the chieftains of Charle- magne. Critics have accorded it the place of a classic. Later in Germany came the " Nibelungenlied " . This was 18 THE REDWOOD a recital of the adventures of Sieg- fried, a hero embodying many German ideals, but not without human weak- ness. Although some persons doubt as to whether one man composed this work, recent criticism makes it ap- pear probable that it is at least the conception of a single individual. The " Nibelungenlied " furnished the scenes for Wagner ' s operas. The Spanish " Cid " was written at about the same time. " Cid " , the hero, -is a chivalrous champion of the Span- ish Christians in their war with the Moors. This poem is more widely known than either of the two foregoing ones. Anyone who lays claim to ac- quaintance with Spanish literature must have read the " Cid " and " Don Quixote. ' ' It is also during the Middle Ages that the Arthurian legends were gath- ered by Walter Map, an English cler- gyman of the thirteenth century. Map is considered to have corrected and given a unity to these legends. Prob- ably he invented the character of Launcelot. If this is so he is, according to Professor Saintsbury, " a great man indeed, a man second to Dante among the men of the Middle Ages. ' ' The possession of such a rich and varied literature is of course a valua- ble proof that the Middle Ages were not dark. Besides being wonderful achievements in themselves they show that the spirit of the Age could not have been base and sordid. Dante, the Troubadours, Trouveres, Minnisingers, that preceded and accompanied him, could not have been the product of an ignorant and uncultured age. No great literary genius has lived in a time un- favorable to his development. The illustrious Greek authors are clustered about the Golden Age of Athens ; Vir- gil and Cicero lived in Rome when she was at the height of her civilization, Shakespeare wrote just as England awoke to her prowess and made won- derful progress in many lines. Classics give adequate expression to the thoughts and the emotions of their great authors. The age in which a per- son lives naturally effects his thoughts ; if it is a barbaric period we cannot expect such a wonderful production of poetry as Dante ' s nor such philosophy as that of St. Thomas. The atmosphere in which such works are written must be enlightened. A masterpiece of lit- erature is not only the work of an in- dividual, the age in which it is written is partly responsible for it. The poet ' s ideals and emotions are similar to the majority of his contemporaries. How could the age that produced the " Cid " , the " Nibelunglied " , " The Song of Roland " , " The Divine Comedy " , " The Summa " , have been a dark one? Surveying the Middle Ages, we be- hold Christianity infused into the hearts of the barbarians civilizing and quieting them, we see women no longer the chattels of men, but their helpers and mates. Those who labor have been elevated from slaves to freemen. Thou- sands of eager students are flocking to the universities. We trace back to the Middle Ages the beginnings of our THE REDWOOD 19 Modern freedom, after Europe had been saved from anarchy by feudalism. The wonderful Gothic cathedrals, their spires beseeching Heaven as a prayer rise before our eyes. The glory of the literature next captivates our gaze. There is Dante, one of the trio of great poetic geniuses. St. Thomas Aquinas, the Angelic Doctor, Roger Bacon, the father of inductive science. We see the great national epics, incorporating the ideals of the time, springing forth. All the while the nations which now form Europe are crystallizing out of the initial chaos, the Modern languages are being molded, men are everywhere struggling to rise and in spite of great obstacles, slowly succeeding. With such a vision before his eyes, can any unprejudiced person cling to the idea that the Middle are Dark Ages? EDMUND F. BRADLEY. An Autumn Slfnnglfl " g HE spotless blue of June Kas fled, Its sun is dead; TKe fragrance of the rose Kas flown, TKe honey-suckle droops alone. Its sweetness shed. Those charms of beauteous summer sped, Return ne ' er will; " Vet garnered safe in memory ' s store They ' ll breathe rich perfume o ' er and o ' er, To comfort still. F. BUCKLEY McGUERRIN ®Ij? CHoral p ak TKe beauteous coral islet TKat from tKe ocean bed, Into the pleasant sunsKine Uplifts its glowing bead, To sport witb mirtbful ze pbyrs And greet tbe blue above, Would seem as little sturdy As tbe gentle turtle-dove. But let tbe stormy billows Assault its gentle breast,— To foam it burls tbem beadlong Till calm tbey sink to rest. Would ' st be tbat coral islet Tbat tower of rugged migbt. Till breaks tbe eternal dawning From Heaven ' s unclouded beigbt? If meek of beart and bumble Like tbe Saviour sweet and mild, Tbougb darkling tides of errors Or gales of passion wild. Assail tby steadfast bosom Tbou ' lt rear tby noble form. Amid tbe vexed ocean Crowned victor of tbe storm. JOHN WALSH 20 HIS MOTHER ' S SACRIFICE I HE day was intol- erably warm, and the almost tropi- cal sun beat down upon the patrol camp with a fierceness the like of which I had never before experienced. I lay upon my cot in the tent trying, with a few of my fellow soldiers, to brave the heat and mosquitoes. We were idly watching the dust roll up in clouds when stirred by the supply wagons travelling along at a snail ' s pace on the winding road leading to the camp from the far-off city. The dust seemed to stick in the air, for there was not the semblance of a breeze to waft it away from the straining teams. We were all weaving sweet dreams and indulging in pleasant memories when suddenly the stillness was shat- tered by the clarion call of the bugle summoning us to our duty of relieving the day patrol along the border. Where all had been listlessness but a few mo- ments before, now all was bustle and activity. Forms emerged from every tent, hastily buckling on accoutrements and preparing in sundry ways for the night ' s duty. Springing into our saddles and fall- ing into line, we proceeded out along the dusty road towards the golden sun- set. The sun, a great ball of golden fire, was slowly sinking beyond the dis- tant ridge of mountains, leaving in its path streamers of brilliant light. Slow- ly it sank from sight, only the red glow of the heavens remaining. Gradually the brilliant coloring deepened in tone, then darkened, and finally changed, faded, and disappeared from the sky. As the last glow was fading from the sky, we left the road and plunged into the wild and rugged country along the Rio Grande. What a desolate place to spend the night. No one but our own companions within miles. The region was as lonely as any hermit might wish. The Rio Grande struggled almost in vain to force a passage through the well-nigh impassable barrier of rocks. It was in this forsaken region that we found our duty most trying. The long days patrolling the border line might be absolutely devoid of any excitement, and then again, trouble might crop up any moment. We were fortunate in our location . Only once did any real trouble stir, and that was quickly set- tled. It was only a band of Mexicans trying to smuggle some ammunition across to the revolutionists. My chum was Charlie Ajrden. He was one of the best athletes in our com- pany, and everyone liked him. Known only to myself was the fact that there was a mystery concerned about him. At 21 21 THE REDWOOD times I received the impression that he was in trouble of some sort, for when alone, or when he thought no one was near, he would give way to fits of de- spondency. He seemed to be struggling with himself to overcome a weakness that had taken possession of his will. Charlie, myself, and three of the other boys were stationed with Colonel Martin, the commander of our regi- ment. He had his tent pitched on a high plateau whence we could watch the surrounding country for signals from the guards. Colonel Martin was a close observer of human nature and had a great habit of studying the men under him. The result was that many a poor weak-minded individual was helped along the road of sorrow with cheering words rather than censure. Naturally every person in the company loved the Colonel. This evening something happened be- tween the Colonel and Charlie, none of us about knew exactly what, but I saw the happy face on Charlie when he came out of the tent, and of course I was in- quisitive to know the reason. He told me the following story exactly as it happened. It seems that as the Colonel was sit- ting in the open flap of his tent going over some reports, his attention was at- tracted by a stealthy movement on Charlie ' s part. Imagine his surprise when he saw Charlie actually putting his hand in the pocket of another sol- dier. Just as Charlie was about to take the object out of the soldier ' s pocket, something compelled him to look up. As he did so, he discovered Colonel Martin watching him. Hastily withdrawing his hand, he turned away. I heard the Colonel come over and say to Charlie, " Come to my tent. I want to talk with you. ' ' Charlie tremblingly followed him and entered the tent. " Now, Charlie, " said the Colonel, as they came into the tent, ' ' why did you put your hand into that soldier ' s pock- et? Tell me, lad, you know I am your friend. ' ' Charlie remained silent. Nothing could induce him to say anything about it. " Is this the first time you have ever tried to take anything, or do you make a practice of this thieving? " Still no answer from Charlie. " Come now, lad, " urged the Colonel, " you know I want to help you. Why did you do it? " " Colonel, you want to help me? " queried Charlie, amazed. " Please, Col- onel, don ' t fool with me. Nobody yet has wanted to help me, and I cannot see how you would want to. " " Come now, Arden, tell me how all this has come about. I have been watching you ever since you came un- der my command, and I am sure you are not the fault of it. It must be from some other reason altogether. ' ' Seeing that the Colonel really wished to help him, Charlie broke down, and told the Colonel the sad story of his battle against the innate feeling that was forcing him to steal against his will. ' ' I have stolen all my life, ' ' he began, THE REDWOOD 2Z " not much., you know, but only in small quantities, like tobacco, for instance. It began when I shortchanged my mother one day, when she sent me to buy something. When she did not notice that I had cheated her, I kept on doing it. When she would send me to the store, I used to help myself to small articles lying around loose. I was told that it was wrong to steal, and, while I tried to overcome it, yet I never could conquer it. ' ' It was when I was attending school, that I stole the bo oks of other pupils, and sold them to the second-hand man. I used to steal cake and fruit out of the lunch boxes, and mix them up, just out of pure cussedness. It was also when I was going to school that I stole the little bank of our neighbor ' s child. That got me into a peck of trouble, but my grandmother, v ho was living with us, made everything all right. For con- tinuing my stealing at school, I was finally expelled and sent to the reform- atory for two years. " The Colonel was all attention, listen- ing to the lad ' s story with a faraway look on his face that seemed to betoken troubles of his own in the dim past. As Charlie stopped, he jerked himself up with an effort and urged him to con- tinue. " You must not blame my mother, Colonel, " Charlie continued, " she was not at fault. She did the best in her power for me. As long as I can re- member she had to work, and grandma, who was growing feebler all the time, took care of me in her absence till I grew up. Thus you see, I never really had a mother like other boys. It made me sort of careless, too. I never could stand the other boys teasing me because I did not know my own father. Mother used to tell me he went away before I was born. I thought she meant that he was dead, for whenever she spoke of him, it was with such a sad expression on her face. " Then grandma died, and mother said I was big enough to help her a lit- tle. So I went to work, giving her my wages, but my tendency to steal always lost me my job. As a last resort, after coming back from reform school, I en- listed in the army, because mother said that father, some time prior to his mar- riage, had been an army man. I stayed in the army, trying to overcome myself, but though succeeding to some degree, yet at times the temptation to steal would be too great for me to resist. It was at one of these times that you caught me. Honest, Colonel, I ' m not a regular robber, but I simply cannot re- sist at times. My will power has be- come so Aveak that I actually fear my- self. ' ' I was in the habit of sending moth- er most of my pay, which was one thing I could do, so that left me rather broke most of the time. About a year after joining the army I received a letter from mother, telling me that the doc- tors held no hope for her recovery from a fatal sickness she had contracted. I obtained a furlough and stayed with 24 THE REDWOOD her until slie died. Poor mother! As she was dying, she told me the truth about my father. " This is what she told me. ' Father was accused by his employers of mak- ing off with a large sum of money, but he was saved from prison by a wealthy sister who made good the shortage. She, like mother, never believed him guilty. The nature of father ' s employment made it necessary for him to bring home large sums of money belonging to the firm. Mother, in those days, was fond of a gay time, and as father did not have any too much money to give her, she had recourse to her mother, my grandmother, who gave her plenty. Father never knew where she obtained the money, and, naturally, when he found money belonging to the company, missing from his pockets, suspected her of taking it. He could not, however, bring himself to believe in my mother ' s guilt, and falsified his reports. One night ' — why, Avhat ' s the matter, Col- onel? " " Nothing, " protested the Colonel, " I ' m alright, I was just feeling a little bit faint for a minute. This heat today was something fierce. But, go on, I ' m anxious to hear who did take the money. ' ' " Well, as I was saying, one night mother was awakened by a slight noise in her room. Pretending to be still asleep she stealthily opened her eyes and saw a dark figure by the side of the bed. As the figure went out of the room she recognized it as that of her mother ' s. Later when father was ac- cused of embezzling the company ' s money, she understood that her own mother was the thief and that her hus - band had falsified his reports believing that she herself was the thief. She could not bring herself to betray her mother to her hus])and, for fear of his anger. He, on his part, suspecting her, but not openly telling her of his suspicions, was nevertheless struck dumb Avhen she, shielding her mother, acknowledged the theft, and proved it to him by means of her fine clothes. He left the house, telling her never to use his name again. So grandma and mother were alone till I came. So now you see. Colonel, it is not all my fault. ' ' With a look of abject despair at Col- onel Martin, Charlie was about to beg to be sent to the army prison that he might once more try to overcome his temptation, but something he saw in the face of the Colonel made the words die on his lips unsaid. Slowly, the Colonel passed one hand across his eyes as if to brush away unpleasant memories, then looking Charlie full in the face, said in a voice that vibrated with emotion, " I am, from what you have just told me, the father you have never known. I did for a while think your mother guilty of the theft, knowing as I did of the beautiful clothes she had which I was unable to give her, but the more I have thought it over all these lonely years, the more have I become con- vinced that she was innocent. I now see my mistake. Your mother ' s sweet character was not one which would have stooped to such a petty trick to THE REDWOOD 25 obtain money, she would have asked for it openly if she thought I had it to give her. These long years have been dreary ones indeed for me, but now some cheer may come into my declining years with you to keep me company. Together, my boy, we will fight that tendency of yours, and together, we will conquer it. " Such was the story Charlie told me that night, as we lay beside the camp fire outside the Colonel ' s tent. As he finished we rolled over in our blankets, and as he gradually fell asleep I noticed the peaceful expression on his face. " Truly, " thought I, " the ways of the world are strange. ' ' L. LOUIS GAIRAUD. A ii m mbranr r At the feet of Mary, I have prayed for thee ; TKat her love may guide thee, Safely o ' er Life ' s sea : Through its tranquil waters, O ' er its -wind-swept waves, To the heavenly harbor TKat thy spirit craves. At the feet of Mary, We may meet in prayer, And shall find unfailing Strength to do and dare ; Faith, to calm the tempest ; Hope, to reach the end ; Love, to make each trial, Onward, upward, tend. At the feet of Mary, Wilt thou pray for me? Till we meet our Mother, In eternity? This, our Ark of Refuge, Home of Peace and Prayer; At the feet of Mary, In our Mother ' s care. S. J. OTHNIE A MISTAKEN VACATION HE hollow - eyed young man licked his dry lips and with trembling hand rearranged a neat little pile of papers on his desk. Outside in the marble corridor a bell jangled harshly. He paled and clutched at his heart like a stricken creature. Pushing back his chair he walked un- steadily to the lettered window which read in neat, pencil-high letters " Dr. John A. Harlan, M. D. " From below came the ceaseless hum of the streaming streets, rising with the curling spirals of smoke. The blazing afternoon sun glared pitilessly down the naked stone while overhead floated dull, dirty clouds that were stained with the smoke of the sweltering city. Suddenly, as the office door swung open, the sharp whistle of a traffic po- liceman shrilled out high above the roar of the streets below, and the Doc- tor, passing a trembling hand over his brow, staggered into the room and sunk into a chair before the desk. He opened a drawer and laid a shining revolver on the blotting pad before him. A twist- ed smile distorted his features. His eyes held a look of long suffering and desperation. He reached for the gun with groping hand and raised it slowly to his set face, shuddering as the cold steel grazed his temple. His finger twitched and stiffened on the tiny sliver of death. Then with a choking cry he hurled the gun into the corner of the room and buried his head in his arms. " Oh — God — I — am — a — coward — I — haven ' t — the courage — to kill my- self — a rank quitter " . A storm of sobs wrenched his body. The polished steel of the gun in the corner caught the sun ' s rays and flashed them back. Suddenly the office door opened at this moment and a smiling chubby- cheeked, neat young man bounded in. His expression changed laughably and his jaw dropped when he saw the bow- ed form on the desk before him. " Why, what ' s the matter, Jack? " he asked. " Things going wrong again? Come on, Pal, brace up. " The doctor ' s wan face blanched. " Oh, Bob " , he moaned in bitter self- reproach, " then you saw. " " Saw what, pard? What the deuce are you talking about? Sit up and cut out the sob stuff — you didn ' t play half- back on the Pordham team for noth- ing. " Jack, under his friend ' s cutting barb, set up quickly, drawing a deep breath of relief. " Then you just came in, eh Bob? I was acting rather childishly, I must ad- mit. " " You surely were " , was the 26 THE REDWOOD 27 prompt rejoinder. " I thought from the looks of you that everything was up. Say now, Jack, it must be pretty seri- ous or you wouldn ' t carry on like that. What ' s happened? We ' ve been pals for a long, long time, so let it out. Two of us can do more than one. When I opened the door a moment ago you were — " He broke off abruptly and glanced to where some bright object flashed brilliantly in the warm sun. Then uttering a low exclamation Bob darted toward it. As he stooped to pick up the blunt-nosed gun a deep blush mantled the face of the Doctor and he agair. buried his head in his arms. Bob laid his hand gently on Jack ' s shoulder and his face softened with pity. " Jack, Jack, " he said sorrowfully, ' ' why didn ' t you tell me things were so bad. Good Lord, man, has it come to this? " Pointing to the revolver in his hand. " Sit up, old boy, and we ' ll try to clear things up. I ' ll help you, I al- ways have " . " I know it " , Jack said savagely. " You ' ve done too much for me and now I ' ve lost your respect. No, no, don ' t tell me I haven ' t, and I deserve it too. If I had had the nerve you ' d have found my de ad body here when you came in, but I couldn ' t do it. I was low enough to take a cowardly way out of it, but I hadn ' t the courage to carry it through. No ! No ! No ! Don ' t try to stop me, for I ' m deter- mined to h;tve it out with myself now. I ' m a quitter — , yes a quitter. I haven ' t the grit to stand the gaff. Look back three years Bob. Do you see the change? Three years ago I was the idol of the school, a good athlete and yet a good student. Today, — ha-ha — , look at me today. What have I accomplished in the last three years. Nothing; abso- lutely nothing ! I ' ve failed to do away with myself. 1 didn ' t have the nerve to do even that much — " . " Stop Jack " , commanded Bob, stern- ly. " You have no right to any such things. Don ' t call that nerve, but rather thank God for having preserved you from so terrible an end. But you ' re no quitter. Jack, and you know it. You are discouraged now, but that will pass. What really is troubling you? " " The trouble is here " , said Jack, pointing to his heart, " and I don ' t know just what it is. This city seems to choke me ; I feel cramped, bound in. I was never meant for such a life as this, Bol ; I can see that for I ' ve too much hot blood in me. I long for the prairies and mountains where there is room to stretch " . " I am not surprised, Pal. I could see that you were growing to hate the city and its dirt and crime. Well, why not go West ynd build up a j ractiee in some small town there? " Jack shook his head slowly. " Not build up a practice; Bob — I ' m going to quit medicine. " Bob did not look as surprised as his Doctor friend expected him. " I guessed as much Jack " , he said. " You never seemed to have much love for the pro- fession of medicine. It was a big mis- 28 THE REDWOOD take when you quit your engineering. ' ' The Doctor, no longer able to re- strain himself, sprang up and began pacing the room. ' ' Oh, it was, it was a mistake, " he exclaimed, " and well I see it now. What made me get that crazy idea of being a Doctor into my head ? Oh, Bob, I have suffered for that mistake " . " 1 know it, " was the sober reply, " hut cheer up, old man, it ' s al- ways darkest before the dawn, you krjow. Well, so long now. Here— wait a minute. T want you to come down to- night. There ' s a certain musician at my home whom I know you ' ll enjoy hearing. In fact a very great musi- cian. " " It isn ' t — it isn ' t — Polaski — is it? " blurted the young doctor, who was a great lover of music and who knew that the pianist usually stayed at Bob ' s house while in the city. " You ' ve guessed it. Jack, " laughed Bob, " but will you come? I can trust you — ? " He did not finish, but pointed to the gun on the desk. Jack looked straight into his friend ' s eyes. " I give you my word. Bob ' ' , he said quietly, ' ' I will be there ' ' . Bob Bennett ' s face was clouded with worry as he climbed into his high-pow- ered ear and rolled away toward his beautiful home. To discover that his college chum and dearest friend, Dr. John A. Harlan, had entertained seri- ous thoughts of ending his life filled him with grief and horror. Three years before they had been graduated from Fordham, Jack from the medical department and he, Robert Bennett, receiving his degree in law. A year before graduation Jack had start- ed his friends by suddenly announcing that he intended to drop out of the en- gineering class and study medicine. His friends pleaded and threatened, but to no avail. Shortly before gradu- ation Harlan ' s father died and an in- vestigation of his affairs showed that his estate had dwindled away almost to nothing. It was a rude awakening for the young student, who had always supposed his father wealthy. Eobert Bennett was three years older than Jack, but had not changed a whit in the last five years. Generous, tender hearted, impulsive, he was continually getting into scrapes that resulted from his efforts to shield others. He was alone in the world without parent or brother or sister, and a beautiful friend- ship had sprung up between Jack and him on whom he lavished all his af- fection. He owned a beautiful home in the city, but most of his time was spent in racing about in his powerful auto- mobiles, of which he owned several. Grant and Ryder, one of the leading law firms of the metropolis, had signi- fied their willingness to take him into their offices, but Bennett had no great liking for work and the opening had been refused. At six o ' clock Dr. John A. Harlan pushed open the swinging doors of the tall office building and stepped out up- on the flowing walk. Great stately piles of stone towered high above the black ribbon of humanity, their multitude of gleaming windows shining out into the velvet night like long thin sheets of THE REDWOOD 29 yellow gold. Over all, stretching into the infinite beyond, was the royal pa- vilion of the night, sprinkled with starry gold dust. As the far off chimes of a distant church bell heralded the hour of seven Dr. Harlan mounted the sweeping steps of the home of his lawyer chum and Avas ushered immediately to the draw- ing room, where Bennett sat conversing with a dark-skinned, distinguished looking stranger whom Jack at once recognized to be the brilliant pianist — Polaski. Jack studied the pianist narrowly. He himself was a musician of no little ability and also a great lover of good music. Polaski he knew had been an intimate friend of Bob ' s father and had often stayed at the home of his friend, the late Mr. Bennett, whenever he was booked to appear in New York. The professor was very tall, very slim and very dark. His eyes were black, direct and steady, but now and then they would soften and deepen and the soul of a dreamer shine forth. His fingers and hands excited Jack ' s ad- miration. Here certainly he thought was a man whose culture and genius were evident from his marvelous hands. The skin was perfectly white, as fresh and soft as a leisured woman ' s. The fingers were long, slim and tapering and delicate little blue veins were visi- ble through the thin skin. The whole hand was as well poised and as finely strung as a master ' s violin. Jack leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes wearily. Then something soft and sweet and heart-throbbing beat upon his ears and he sat up quickly rubbing his eyes. Polaski was seated before the big piano, his fine white fingers idly rippling over the keys. Softly he launched into the immortal " Flower Song " . The soft melody seemed to hang motionless in the still air, and the young Doctor ' s heart was wrung with its pathetic sweetness. Gradually Polaski hastened into some weird, half-barbaric, haunt- ing strain that set Jack ' s blood to rac- ing madly. The room faded from his sight and before his eyes came dusky purple mountains and a thin ribbon of silver that sparkled in the sun. For a moment he was far out on a rugged, rock-ribbed range of hills scanning some unruly flood, spanning its boiling course, breaking its spirit and turning it from a wild savage creature into a murmuring soft voiced river. Span by span the spiderish girders and taut wires of his bridge — his bridge — how the thought thrilled him — grew nearer the opposite shore. He could see the wild savagery of the hills before him, he could hear the tumbling, foaming river dashing madly along. A great load seemed to have been lifted from his shoulders and his heart stirred joy- fully within. Better to struggle in the land of his dreams, he thought, than to starve in the crowded city. Surely with his splendid engineering education a posi- tion should not be so difficult to obtain. Then like a sudden, dazzling flash of 30 THE REDWOOD blinding light came the finish and the wild savagery of it thrilled his heart. For a moment the room was as silent as a tomb. Jack sat dazed in the big chair. Then slowly he got to his feet and walked unsteadily to where the musician sat. " God bless you " , he said, brokenly. " You will never real- ize what you have done for me. My heart is too full to say more " . He wrung Polaski ' s hand and the n straightening his shoulders strode out. A moment later the heavy street door closed behind him. The sensation of the hour in New York City was the mysterious disap- pearance of Dr. John A. Harlan, a young physician and an intimate friend of Robert Bennett, who was entertain- ing the famous pianist, Polaski, at his beautiful home. According to the newspapers Dr. Harlan had been a guest at the home of his friend, Robert Bennett, where he had been invited by that young mil- lionaire to meet his distinguished guest, Professor Polaski. He had de- parted about 11 :30 p. m. visibly affect- ed by the great musician ' s art and since then had not been heard of. Mr. Bennett, the press stated, had reluctantly admitted that Dr. Harlan had been in low spirits for some time past and he evidently feared that his friend had committed suicide. Jack ' s disappearance had been a ter- rible blow to Bob, and as the days passed without clew to his fate he be- gan to believe that his friend had car- ried out his plans to kill himself. The harsh word made him shudder, yet somehow in his heart he felt that Jack was safe. Two nights after Harlan ' s exodus Bennett made a wild midnight run to a small city in the southern part of the state where the Doctor was reported to have been seen. The information proved false, however, and on his re- turn the machine in which he was trav- eling collided with another and Bob was badly injured. The newspapers exaggerated the accident and reported him dead, and the big Sunday supple- ments which came out the next day made a feature of it, rehearsing the disappearance of Dr. Harlan in full. Though Bennett ' s injury confined him to the hospital for a period, it did not prove serious. Before Polaski departed to continue on his world tour he went to see Bob and before he left had promised Bob to be always watchfiil for some news of Jack in whatever country he might be touring. " When the professor granted Bennett ' s request Bob fell back on his pillow— his heart at rest. A little camp perched boldly on the parched edge of a desert served as headquarters for the engineering staff of the Western Pacific Railroad. Early one sunny morning Douglas, the chief engineer, strode hurriedly into the room here his assistants were breakfasting, followed by a quiet ap- pearing, blonde-headed young fellow. " Boys " , said Douglas, without pre- THE REDWOOD. 31 amble, " I ' ve added a new man to the staff. Make him comfortable " . Having unburdened himself of this bit of information he whirled about and was gone. An awkward pause fol- lowed and the new engineer felt them studying him. His blonde head fell just short of touching the casing of the doorway under which he stood— a trifle over six feet. Though thin and haggard there was an air of strength and capability about him that won instant respect. His eyes were deep-set, dark and keen, with a hint of doubt and suffering in their clear depths. A boyish young fellow was the first to break the strained silence. " I hope you will pardon our rudeness " , he said, with a smile, " but the truth is we so seldom — " He broke off when he saw that the neAvcomer was not paying the slightest attention to him, but stood staring as if fascinated at a week-old newspaper held by one of the men. It was the Sunday Magazine section of a big New York daily, and on the outer page was a startling picture of a huge machine with a skeleton at the wheel. Across the lurid sheet were inch letters that read: " Robert Bennett meets death in midnight ride " . The late ad- dition to the staff dropped heavily into the chair, his face white and drawn. " Are you ill? " asked the boyish engi- neer, as he held a glass of water to the lips of the unheeding figure. " No, no, " was the answer. " I ' m all right. My heart, you know, acts like that once in a while " . He drew his chair closer to the table and the young fellow who had come to his aid introduced him to the others. " By the way, I don ' t know your name. The chief was in a big hurry this morning and forgot to mention it, I suppose. Mine is Steele, — Buck Steele " . The newcomer was silent for a moment, conscious of the eyes upon him. " Donnelly " , he said, with an effort at lightness, but with his eyes on his plate. " Harry Donnelly is my name ' ' . The blonde-headed engineer soon be- came a favorite with all in camp. With the swarthy-skinned laborers who lived in quarters some distance from the white employees of the road, he Avas an idol. He went among them acting the Good Samaritan, healing their cuts and wounds,, setting and mending their broken arms and legs. His brother en- gineers were amazed at his skill. They often thanked the Good Providence that set Donnelly in camp, for his com- ing dispelled the dull nights that had heretofore reigned. Donnelly was a clever performer on the piano, and night after night pounded out ragtime for his chums, while inwardly his spirit rebelled against its shallowness. Try as they wox;ld, though, they could never persuade him to take them into his confidence regarding his past. He would talk by the hour of New York City and college life, but beyond that he refused to go, and naturally there was much speculation as to his former life. Often at the end of a day ' s work 32 THE REDWOOD Donnelly and Buck Steele, his warm friend and chum, would tramp to the brink of the hills and gaze spellbound to where the grim hot desert lay, soft- ened and smiling in the setting sun. The blazing tract of sand that looked so huge, so cruel in the glaring day- light seemed small and Avhite as it nestled close to the purple hills like a great bowl of white lilies. Just before the red-faced sun set it would seem to rest for a moment on the stone-edged shoulders of the hills, while faint crim- son rays, interlocked with the purple of evening, streamed into the valley. This hushed beauty and pathos of a dying day stirred Donnelly ' s pulses and he would go back to his work with blithe heart and it helped somewhat to ease the raw wound in his breast. Meanwhile around the globe trav- eled Polaski, appearing before the great dignitaries of Europe ; enthralling the Rajah of the Indian East; moving the iron heart of grim Russia ; swaying for a moment the feverish world of the West with his matchless music. And everywhere he sought for Dr. Harlan, but ever his quest was fruitless. John A. Harlan, Fordham graduate, had dis- appeared apparently from the face of the earth. The summer with its spirit of youth and joy was fleeing before the ad- vances of Pall ; and Autumn, beautiful, brown and brooding, was close at hand, Avhen the engineering camp was moved into the mountains. A week more more would see the last tie in place and then — Donnelly wondered what would come then. The directors of the company were planning to invite, as their guests for the first trip over the newly completed road, the most distinguished and best known men in New York, and the camp was working at full blast to assure the opening of the line on time. A certain tunnel, however, that opened upon a small creek, was worry- ing the staff inasmuch as it was con- tinually caving, notwithstanding the best efforts of Douglas and his men to brace it. No sooner would they declare the task finished when sections would begin collapsing again and the whole force would be rushed to the scene, where they would struggle for another day to make it steadfast. Though satis- fied that he had the danger well in hand Douglas ordered Buck Steele with four workmen to keep a constant watch on the structure, showing that he was still worried about it. A slight acci- dent now, with the day of expected completion so close, would prove seri- ous, for every minute was considered precious. The day scheduled for the arrival of the first train over the new road had arrived and the camp presented a gala appearance. According to telegraphic communications the Directors ' special was timed to pull in at Douglas ' head- quarters about eleven o ' clock in the morning and everything was in readi- ness to greet the road owners. But under all this festive spirit there ran a current of uneasiness and doubt, THE REDWOOD 33 for Buck ' s report of the troublesome tunnel had not dispelled the gloom, but rather added weight to the argu- ments of the pessimists who said the first train would not go through the tunnel on time. Donnelly and Buck were seated upon a pile of ties by the track, a few hours before the scheduled time for the ar- rival of the Directors ' train, when Douglas came hurrying up to them. " Boys " , he said, without parley, " hustle up to that cussed hole, and be quick about it. You ' ve just got an hour and some minutes before the train is due " . " What ' s wrong now " ? asked Don, getting to his feet. " Same thing as before. Dirt ' s sliding again. Collins, Drake and a new man named Burke are up there with a dago. Col- lins and Drake are good hands, but I ' d feel better if you were there direct- ing things " . The entrance to the tunnel was in plain sight of where they were stand- ing, and but a few minutes walk. Don and Buck strode along chatting of the list of notables whom the special was bearing west. " There ' s old Parrish in the bunch, I hear " , said Donnelly. " I knew his son at For — " . He broke ofE quickly and glanced away. " What ' s that? " asked Buck, sharply, " you knew him where? What are you try- ing to hide, Don? Since the day you first landed in camp I noticed that you seemed to be hiding something. I re- member the first morning you met the fellows. You saw something in the paper that made you stagger and when I asked your name you hesitated and said it was Donnelly. Is that really j our name. Pal? I know it ' s none of my business, but I hate to see you act- ing as if you were hiding from some- body. Y — you ' re — you ' re not wanted for anything, are you ? ' ' Donnelly was silent. He had expected this long be- fore. Some of the men, he knew, sus- pected that he was under an assumed name and avoided him accordingly. Don threw his arm around his chum ' s shoulders. " No, Buck " , he said, huskily, but with twinkling eyes, " I ' m not wanted for anything. Don- nelly is not my right name, though I ' ll tell you that I changed it on the spur of the moment — I ' ll tell you all about it some day. " As he went on, a new and tender note crept into his voice, and Buck listened in sympathetic silence. " Did you ever have a friend. Buck — a friend you had grown up with and who had shared your joys and sorrows? Well, I had one and just when every- thing seemed going against me, just when I needed him most, he was killed — . It rather broke me up, you know. But — here we are at the tun- nel " . They paused a moment at the tun- nel ' s entrance to procure a lantern and then plunged into the mouth of the gloomy hole. An unaccountable feeling of depression stole over Donnelly as the foul, heavy air rushed forward to meet them. The flickering rays of their lantern cast a weird glare over the shapeless walls. Suddenly Don caught Buck ' s arm. " Listen " ! he ordered 34 THE REDWOOD tersely. For a moment they stood mo- tionless, the ceaseless drip, drii), drip of water was the only sound. Then from down the black passage came a faint rattle of falling stones and imme- diately after, the echo of a loud boom " She ' s caving alright and darned bad- ly, " said Don ' s chum, in a quiet voice. " The special will never go through to- day. But come on. There ' s four men in there. They ought to have sense enough to get out while there is time. I ' m afraid they ' re hurt or — listen! Here comes one now. " An instant later a terrified creature lurched into Don ' s arms and with a choking cry, recoiled; his grimy face wild and yellowish in the light of the lantern, sent a shudder through their strong frames. " What ' s the meaning of this " ? de- manded Donnelly, sharply. " Couldn ' t you see our lamp " ? The workman straightened up and disregarding the question panted: " There ' s hell going on back there, sir. The whole roof is ready to go. I couldn ' t stand it any longer so I broke away " . " Who ' s in there now " ? asked Don, frantically. " Have the other men got out yet? " ' ' Collins, Drake and some new fellow, ' ' was the reply. ' ' I think that last chunk got them. I begged ' em to — " A loud roar drowned his words and the rum- ble of bounding stone was deafening. With a scream of fear the laborer jerked away from Donnelly and ran madly toward the entrance. Silently the two engineers dashed forward. The footing grew rougher and more and more uncertain and twice Don saved Buck from a nasty tumble on the rocks. They could scarcely see ten feet in front of them and the thick dust dried their throats. Suddenly they heard a faint cry al- most at their feet, and looking down a huddled figure could be seen. The limbs of the man were held fast by a heavy post, but he answered Donnelly ' s questions clearly and smiled bravely. " Drake and Collins got caught some- where around that pile " , he said, pointing to a heap of gravel. " Take them out first. I ain ' t hurt so bad, and if you ' ll just lift this blamed log off my legs I ' ll be alright " . ' You ' re a new man, aren ' t you I asked Don, as he and Buck raised the heavy tie from the limbs of the stretched-out figure. " Yes; I am. Burke ' s my name " . He rolled over on his stomach and attempted to get up. Then with a sharp cry he sank back. Donnelly bent over him and asked: " Legs pretty stiff, Burke? Rub ' em a little and you ' ll be able to walk " . Burke ' s reply came slowly and through clenched teeth. " No, not that. Don ' t — worry — about — me — though — get — Drake — and — Collins — out — my— leg — is — busted ' ' . Obeying the wish of the gritty Irish- man, Donnelly started up and left in search of Buck. " Here we are " , called Buck ' s voice a few yards away. " Drake ' s hurt badly, Collins is lying over there " . Bending down Don saw a blurred figure stretched out motionless on the damp ground. It was the work THE REDWOOD 35 of but a moment to get the senseless form on his back and rising slowly he set out after Buck ' s retreating form. He shivered with dread as he heard the straining and creaking of supports behind him, and an instant later an angry rumble broke the silence and a huge slice of earth slid into the passage way. The ground beneath his feet was covered with small stones. A tight steel hand seemed to be pressing his forehead. His temples throbbed madly. Buck was nowhere in sight. Don called to him. A faint rattle at his back caused him to turn and he saw Steele staggering toward him. Don held up the lantern till his chum paused at his side and in dull glare of the light Buck ' s face showed up ghastlj . " What happened, Buck " ? asked Don in alarm, noticing the streaks of mingled dirt and blood. " Did you fall? " Steele answered in dull lifeless tones, " no, a rock or something hit me on the head. It ' s nothing, go on. " Staggering and stumbling they gradually came nearer the mouth. " There, Buck, look! " shouted Don, nodding to where a small, round hole of light showed a hundred yards away. " Oh, what a blessed sight! Keep up your courage, old man. We ' ll be safe in a few minutes now. Say — , there ' s another poor devil in there yet — Burke. I ' d forgotten all about him. Come, let us hurry. This hole isn ' t go- ing to last much longer " . As they staggered out out into the blinding sunlight a piercing whistle rent the silence of the hills, and Don saw a gaily decorated train drawing into Douglas camp. " That ' s the spe- cial " , said Buck, without interest. " Well, they won ' t go any further yet for a while " . He eased his burden to the soft grass beside the track ' s course and then swaying oddly pitched head- long over the body. Don shouted to Avhere a crowd of men stood gesticulating excitedly about the cab of the special ' s engine. Beck- oning them to come on he plunged once more into the yawning mouth of the black hole. " Poor Douglas " , he thought, as he ran swiftly along. " The chief is going to have a hard time explaining things. " The tunnel was as deathly still as be- fore, but now the slides of earth from the walls and top were more numerous and in greater volume. " Wait, wait, here I am " , said a cracked voice, and Donnelly stopped a moment swaying dizzily. A gasp of surprise escaped him when he saAV it was Burke. " Why, I thought you were lying a good ways back " , he exclaimed. " I was " , answered Burke quietly, " but if I ' d stayed there I ' d been dead by this time. She started to cave right over me, so I pulled out — game leg and all " . " I don ' t suppose you could walk a bit, could you? " Don asked. " I might " , said Burke dubiously. " I ' ll try, any- way. Here — give me your arm ' " He rose with evident difficulty, and lean- ing heavily on Donnelly hobbled along. Then with a fervent cuss he slipped to the ground. " Can ' t make it, lad " , he 36 THE REDWOOD whispered through tight-shut teeth. " You ' re all in yourself. Get out while there is time " . " Cut it, " ordered Don, sharply. " You ' ll go out with me or we ' ll both go out — in another sense. Now pass your hands over my shoulders " . Grasping Burke ' s extended wrists he rose unsteadily. The hot blood pound- ed in his raw throat and strained heart ; his shoulders burned where the skin had been rubbed off. Twisting his head around he glanced at Burke ' s ashen face and a new strength flowed into his veins when he discovered that the gritty fellow had fainted. A shuddering stillness seemed to hang like an evil spirit over the tun- nel; the stillness that preceds a storm and suddenly with a groaning, heaving sigh the roof of earth above their heads collapsed and small pebbles struck Don ' s head and face stinging blows. Donnelly, summoning up his last bit of remaining strength, reeled on. Burke stirred and murmured some- thing. He thought he heard far off voices, and raising a feeble cry sank weakly to the ground, pillowing his head on Burke ' s unconscious form. Donnelly opened his swollen eyes and gazed blankly at the rude ceiling and bare walls of the room he was in. " That ' s queer " , he said to himself. " The clock says ten minutes to four and here I am in bed yet. " He yawned and stretched himself lazily and fiery pains and jabs shot through his tender body. " Gee, " he whistled softly, " I ' m as sore as a boil. " What the deuce is the matter with me " ? " You ' re a little stiff and sore, but you ' ll be alright in a day or two " , a hearty voice answered him, and Don looked up into Buck ' s smiling face. " Say, Buck, what ' s happened. I ' m tender as a baby, and what ' s that rag around my head f or " ? Buck stared at the patient in amazement, and then his expression changed to one of worry. " Now, now Don, you remember, surely you do. Can ' t you recall going into the tunnel yesterday morning to warn the men at work. I took Collins out and you looked after Drake. I col- lapsed at the mouth and you went back for Burke intending — " " I remember, I remember now Buck. I went in for Burke and carried him a little ways Then a rock hit me, I think, and the last thing I remember is hear- ing voices " . " Yes, you heard the men that were coming to your aid. They found you sprawled over Burke " . " Where are the men that came in on the first train " ? asked Donnelly. " I suppose they ' re staying in camp here? " Sure they are, for they couldn ' t go any further. We had a great treat last night, Don " . " What Avas it? Something that I had to miss, of course. ' ' " One of the road ' s guests, some great pianist, played for us, and the way be made that box of yours sing was wonderful. Why, the men were spellbound. Listen! Some- body is starting in to play, and it ' s the same one, too, I think " . THE REDWOOD 37 From the adjoining room there float- ed golden notes of music, and Donnelly forgetful of aches and pains, sat bolt upright in his bed. There was some- thing familiar about the strains, but he could not think just what. Louder, stronger, faster raced the melody like a singing river flowing to the sea. Now it howled and screamed and raged like a mad, unleashed tem- pest. Now it sobbed, soft and sweet and low as the last still voice of a dy- ing day across a calm lake. Then richer and more seductive the music grew and Don could see in fancy the last mad days of Kome. Soft and gentle it would become again and the enraptured pa- tient felt his heart stir as it had not been stirred since last he knelt at God ' s holy rail, and all through the music there ran a thread of mockery and something haunting and its pathos wrenched Don ' s heart. Then a mighty roaring sounded in his ears, and there sprang into his brain the name of this great music mas- ter — Polaski ! It could be no other ; Polaski ! Don laid a trembling hand on Buck ' s arm. " Bring him in, Buck. Hurry — hurry. Say I want to see him " . " Who do you mean " ? asked his chum, glancing at Don quickly. " The man that was playing ? " " Yes, yes. Go on Buck. Everything depends on it " . His eyes were shining and his voice trembled with eagerness. Buck slipped out quietly, and the pati ent could hear a whispered consultation outside his door. Suddenly it opened and two men entered with Buck, and gazed curiously at the man in the bed. One of them, a small stout fellow, blinked, rubbed his eyes and let out a wild cry. " Jack! Is it you? Is it you " ? He stumbled to- ward the bed with Buck following in wonderment. Don stared at the stout young fellow with incredulous eyes. What was all this about, he thought? Surely this couldn ' t be — why of course not. But yet — He whispered some- thing in a husky voice, and in another moment the two were in each other ' s arms, talking loudly and hysterically. " Bob, Bob " , said the engineer, with a look in his eyes as if he doubted his own senses, " I can ' t believe it ' s you. Why I thought — you were dead. And here is Professor Polaski, too " . The stout young fellow seated himself securely on the bed with the look of one who is determined to accomplish his purpose. " Outwardly I am cool as a piece of ice, " he said solemnly, " but inwardly I am boiling. Not another word. Jack. Tell us what happened to you, I won ' t have a peaceful moment until I find out. " " But — but I really don ' t know where to start " , the engineer stam- mered. " From the beginning, of course " , directed Bob, with the air of one who has simplified matters greatly. " From the night I saw you last ' ' . After a short pause Jack began his story. " I will make it as short as pos- sible " , he said in the introduction, 38 THE REDWOOD ' ' and tell only the bare outline. On the night I left your home, Jack, I was not my usual self. My trials had left me bitter and I was ready to drop every- thing — Polaski ' s wonderful music af- fected me strangely. I seemed dazed at the time. I went directly to the de- pot, bought a ticket to California and climbed aboard the train. The second day I fell in with a stranger who ad- vised me to go to the construction camp of the Western Pacific. I did so and got a position. During my first hour here I saw a paper that gave a sensa- tional story of your death in an automo- bile collision — " . " Yes, Jack, it was unfortunate sure- ly that you saw one of those sheets. I ' 11 tell you the whole story another time. I was badly hurt — but not so bad as the papers stated " . " Well " , said the engineer in continu- ation, " those black headlines sent a thrill through me and my last link with the world was severed. I threw myself with heart and soul into my work to aid me to forget the dis- appointments and sorrows of my life. The tunnell accident of yesterday you already know. ' ' A few minutes ago I was lying here talking to Buck when suddenly I heard some one playing. The first chord struck me like a shock of elec- tricity! I knew instantly that I had heard such playing before. I searched my memory for some clew, but in vain. Where had it been? I asked myself. Then suddenly the answer came like a flash. I had heard the same music in your home months ago, and it had been Polaski who had played it. For a mo- ment I was thunderstruck. Then turn- ing to Buck I asked him to bring the musician in, hoping to hear something about you — or rather your death. The rest you know. " Bod nodded, then opened his mouth as if he had a question to ask, but evi- dently thought better of it, for he I ' e- mained silent. " I suppose you want to hear what caused me to change my name " ? said Jack, with a sly laugh, noting his friend ' s hesitancy. Bob colored, but denied the charge. " I ' d like to know ' ' , he admitted. " You made a mistake when you did that, Jack. What was the reason? " The engineer hesitated, his eyes upon the retreating forms of Polaski and Buck Steele. Then turning to Bob he said: " Really old man, I don ' t know, for you see I did it on the spur of the moment. The affairs of the previous few days had left me dazed, and hon- estly, for a while I didn ' t know what I was doing. One reason was I feared the notoriety of the case, and I thought the newspapermen and magazine writers would be on my trail if it were known that I was the Dr. Harlan whose disappearance had caused so much talk " . Bob nodded as he threw an arm af- fectionately across the sturdy shoul- ders of the engineer. " So once again we are united after some peculiar happenings, eh. Jack? " he said softly. ' ' Let us hope that God THE REDWOOD 39 will be as kind to us in the future as lie has been in the past. " " Amen " , whispered Jack, and a holy peace seemed to fill the room. The sun sank lower and lower; a filmy golden haze hid the purple hills; the stars of heaven blinked sleepily down on the silver sands ; the night wind crooned softly in the towering pines. WALTER P. HOWARD. Sitrop? B ( nmt Accursed of God, on a smoke cloud, War sKakes tKe dice witK DeatK. What are tKe stakes ? Lo ! brevving o ' er A loathsome cup of human gore. DeatK groans : " Rattle tKe bones To drown tKe plaint of Keroes ' moans. " Piercing tKe veil of blackness. War gloats o ' er tKe seetKing mob ; Quick Kurls Ke down a jewelled crown And grins at tKe strife for blood and renown. " AKa, " Ke cries, " A feast for mine eyes, TKis contest dire for a tinsel prise. " Grim War wins tKe cast. " Let us sKare it. " He sKrieks, and tKe bowl is drained. " To play " sKouts Ke, " as fools we began, Wone lose in tKis dev ' lisK game but man. " Hark ! Kow tKey yell, As brave lives out-well ! Mo demons crueller tKan tKese in Hell. J. CHARLES MURPHY 40 THE STORM iSUDDEN calm had settled over the sea as we sped on our way to Bombay, at the rate of eighteen knots an hour. " I wonder what makes the captain uneasy? " murmured I to myself, as I watched Captain Nelson pace back and forth on the narrow bridge with un- easy strides. " Surely he couldn ' t possibly be worrying over a storm? " At the thought my eyes unconsciously turned towards the sea, but I was immedi- ately reassured; to my untrained eyes nothing looked more peaceful to me than that broad, calm bosom. If some one would have told me that in a little more than a half hour this peacefulness would give vv ay to the most furious storm I ever witnessed, I would have told him that this voyage would do him some good for nervous- ness. The bell in the engine room rang and our speed was cut down to ten knots an hour. A minute later the purser touched me on the arm and asked me to please retire to my room. Upon my protest- ing, he said that a storm was coming and that the captain had ordered all passengers to their staterooms. Grumb- ling at what I termed the " nonsense " of the captain, I ungraciously retired. Going to my room I opened the little shutter and looked out. All was as quiet as before ; but in a minute a queer rustling noise came to my ears. A quarter of an hour later it had changed to a weird howling and the sea was full of tiny whitecaps. The sky became overcast. Huge black clouds went scurrying across the blue dome of heaven, finally obscuring the sky en- tirely. The white light of a half an hour ago had given place to a yellow, murky glimmer. The wind increased until it was whistling and roaring around the ship and through the rigging at a great ve- locity. It grew darker and darker until I couldn ' t see across my room. The ship was pitching and rolling. Indeed it was with difficulty that I maintained my equilibrium. Finally the storm broke, and with a clap of thunder down came the rain in torrents. The typhoon increased and we were now driven before it like a reed before a wind. Suddenly there came a loud crash, audible even above the terrific storm. I opened the door but a flood of water poured into my room, accom- panied by a furious gust of wind. It 41 42 THE REDWOOD was with difficulty I closed the door again. Later, I heard it was a life boat tore loose and dashed to pieces against the side of the ship. We were shijjping tons of water at every roll, and I thought how lucky we had had time to batten down the hatches, for if half of the water that boarded us at each roll had stayed with us — well, we would have taken a trip to Davy Jones ' locker. There came several more crashes, and at every one I thought the ship was doomed. My heart instinctively went up to God in humblest, most fervent prayer. Suddenly there came the worst roll of all, and I was hurled from my berth to be tossed headlong against the other side of the room. This was the last I remembered, for when I came to my senses, opened my eyes and looked around I was lying in my berth with a big bandage around my head. As I weakly turned my head the steward, who was busy straightening out my things, came over. " How do you feel? " he cheerily asked, and on my nodding a weary af- firmative, he grinned. " Oh, you ' ll soon be O.K. " " It sure was some storm and I sup- pose you want to hear the rest of it? " But I nodded a decided " no " , for I had enough of storms — for the present, at least. RUDIE J. SCHOLZ. TO THE BRAVE CREW OF THE LOST F-4 Sleep wKere sun-kissed wavelets sigh, Sleep tKe sleep tkat knows no waking ; Loving hearts your memory shrine, From your glory solace taking. Sleep where corals ceaseless toil. In a fairy-land of beauty ; Sleep beneath the flag ye loved. Martyrs to the call of duty. And when tender hands will raise. What is mortal from the deep. Fame with Argus eye will watch. To protect your hallowed sleep. ALBERT QUILL 43 NOTHING TO SPEAK OF A Playlet by F. BUCKLEY McGURRIN. TIME : Late Summer. PLACE : Terrace before the Wescott Heath Country Club. CHARACTERS: Henrietta Kinsely, a debutanite of the Vintage of 1912, who has visited Vassar, attended Court, and studied at Castle House. Harold Van Court, a Young Blood of the Hot House Variety. {At Curtain, Henrietta is discovered reclining in a large wicker arm-chair at right. Van Court is lolling in a chair of similar type, hut lower, at left. Both are dressed for hot weather lounging — ■ she ivith open Mouse, silk siveater, ivhite skirt and shoes, and small Panama hat, ivhich hangs from her languid fingers by ribbon; he with white riding trousers and shirt, puttees and a polo helmet. Toys with polo mallet. Is engaged in blowing smoke rings. The terrace is broad and airy, and furnished with an abundance of wicker chairs, buckets of flowering shrubs, and several tables. Upon one of the latter is a tray with long drinks. A piano at left.) VAN COURT: {Stretching himself and covering a yawn.) I beg pardon. {Fixes attention on end of his cigar- ette.) Beastly hot, isn ' t it? HENRIETTA: {After a pause.) Yes, quite warm. VAN COURT: Rather too much so for polo, isn ' t it? HENRIETTA: {Displaying marked symptoms of ennui.) Yes. VAN COURT: A bit warm for ten- nis, what? HENRIETTA: {Shortly.) Yes. VAN COURT: {Rising and crossing to table by her side.) Too beastly hot for golf, don ' t yoa think? HENRIETTA: {Wearily.) Oh, heavens — yes! {VAN COURT glances curiously to- ivard her as he takes a cigarette from a case on the table and lights it.) VAN COURT: {Tentatively.) We might go riding, you know. HENRIETTA: {Indifferently.) I suppose we might. VAN COURT: {Laughing slightly, and apparently making heroic efforts to be agreeable.) But I dare say you are not enthused with the prospect, are you? HENRIETTA: {Sighing wearily.) Perhaps not. 44 THE REDWOOD 45 (VAN COURT iJirows up Us hands in despair, then crosses to piano, and be- gins playing with one finger. Glances now and then at HENRIETTA. At length he turns.) VAN COURT: I say, Peggy— too warm to be married? HENRIETTA: {Wearily.) Please don ' t be absurd. {VAN COURT resumes his playing.) HENRIETTA: {After a time.) Could you possibly find some other means of amusement? VAN COURT: {Turning and rising quickly.) Oh, I heg your pardon — didn ' t know it bothered you. HENRIETTA: (Stifling a yawn.) It does — slightly. (VAN COURT is evidently at sea. He crosses to low wicker stool beside HENRIETTA ' S chair and seats him- self.) VAN COURT: Evidently you ' re not quite yourself today, Peggy. HENRIETTA: (W onderingly .) No? VAN CO URT : I don ' t think you are. Are you? HENRIETTA : Perhaps not. VAN COURT: Are you upset over — anything ? HENRIETTA: (After a pause.) Perhaps. VAN COURT: Is it— the weather? HENRIETTA: { ' Decisively.) No. VAN COURT: Clothes? HENRIETTA: No. VAN COURT: (Insistently.) A Man? HENRIETTA : (Reluctantly, after glancing swiftly at VAN COURT.) It ' s— VAN COURT: (With a not-to-be- baffled expression.) Is it a Man? HENRIETTA: (Very slowly.) Well,— VAN COURT: (Rising triumph- antly.) Ha! It is a Man! HENRIETTA : And supposing it is? VAN COURT: (Densely.) Sup- posing it is? HENRIETTA : Why, yes— only sup- posing, you know. VAN COURT: Well, in that case, you see, it might — be me. (Quickly.) Is it? HENRIETTA: (Innocently.) Is it whatf VAN COURT: Is it— me? HENRIETTA: (Disdainfully.) Con- ceited thing! And so ungrammatical. VAN COURT: (Assuming tone of injured innocence.) Well, really, Peg- gy,— HENRIETTA: (With intent to soothe.) Oh, please, Harold— behave yourself. (VAN COURT sighs dejectedly, and stands gazing at HENRIETTA with a " Hearts and Flowers " expression.) HENRIETTA: (Stirring a little.) Heavens, Harold — please. You put me in dread of the Humane Society. Can ' t you run along, like a good boy, and play golf, or something? There were some awfully nice looking people just went into the lockers. VAN COURT: I ' ve already observed, 46 THE REDWOOD and at some length, that it is altogether too warm for that sort of thing. {HE toys listlessly ivith the glasses on the table. Having partially succeeded in balancing a cherry upon a straw, he looks to HENRIETTA for applause. She is seeking solace by gazing out over the links. YAN COURT: {Having at length ar- rived at a conclusion.) It has dawned upon me that you could dispense with my prattle and playful antics. Am I right? {If silence gives consent he has as- suredly hit the nail upon the head. HENRIETTA is as quiet as a Victrola after the first summer.) VAN COURT: {Who still entertains hope of a reprieve.) Well, may as well run into the lockers and change. {Gathers up helmet and mallet. Then, desperately :) You ' re sure you won ' t be lonely, or — anything of that sort? HENRIETTA: {Sweetly.) Quite sure, thank you. {VAN COURT starts exit, left. Pauses several times, with backward glances. At length he stops, turns, and retraces his steps.) VAN COURT: {Impetuously, as he stands over HENRIETTA.) See here, Peggy — I ' 11 have to know all about this. It ' s really not at all like you to — ah — HENRIETTA : { Frigidly. ) Well ? {VAN COURT is evidently affected by the sudden drop in temperature, but having once launched himself in this perilous sea, he resolves to do a Doctor Cook or perish.) VAN COURT: It ' s not at all like you, as I said to — well, to carry your- self in this " touch-me-not " fashion. It ' s not at all becoming, either. Probably you ' ll develop wrinkles. Wliy, for all the difference my presence makes, I might be a blooming flower-pot {Ghast- ly smile at this) or something. {Look for encouragement hut is disappointed.) Won ' t you please tell me what ' s wrong? {VAN COURT pauses, rumples his hair a bit and tosses off an imaginary drink from one of the glasses upon the table. Strides upstage, then turns ivith great dignity.) VAN COURT: {Resuming.) I ' ve already gathered that you re tipset over something. Also, that it is a human being, so to speak. Further, that the human being is a Man. And finally, that it may be me. This is providing, of course, that you will allow the first conditions. {HENRIETTA sniffs slightly, and turns further away from him. Evident- ly there is a match upon the course that is playing havoc with her emotions.) VAN COURT: {Still attempting to resemble Craig Kennedy.) If I weren ' t already aware that you are quite im- mune to what I may term the plebian pangs of green-eyed jealousy, I might tliink — HENRIETTA: {Turning slightly towards him as he pauses, and evincing a ripple of interest.) You might think —what? VAN COURT: {Craftily.) Oh— nothing, I suppose. THE REDWOOD 47 HENRIETTA: (Turning still more, and with interest increased several de- grees.) Harold, tell me: What might you think? (Pause.) If, of course, you didn ' t already knoAv that, — about my being jealous, I mean. VAN COURT: (Slowly.) Well you know, I might think — I might think — that — (Stops distressed, but resumes when ordered hy a nod) — that you were thinking about Muriel Terry and myself, and that beastly accident we had the other night, and were held up in that God-forsaken spot until my chauf- feur could come out from town and fix the motor. It took him three hours to get there, and it was half -past one when I phoned him. (VAN COURT lights a cigarette, somewhat nervously, hut there is a faint spark of triumph in his eye. He glances covertly at HENRIETTA. She is in- tently regarding the tips of her little white shoes.) VAN COURT: (Resuming the har- rowing tale.) You might have tliought, you know, that I could have fixed the trouble myself, since it was only a trif- ling matter in the carburetor, or that I could have arranged things some other way, so that we would have gotten back to town before five, or something of that sort. (VAN COURT watches her narrowly to observe the effects of his recital. HENRIETTA merely turns again to- tvard the links, and sighs.) HENRIETTA: That is a relief! (Mysteriously.) If that were all — (Turning suddenly, and sitting upright) Why Harold Van Court! Don ' t you know that Muriel Terry is a dear, sweet adorable thing, and my very dearest girl friend? The idea of m.y being jeal- ous of Muriel. (Laughs shortly, and settles back once more.) Eeally, Har- old, do you realize how truly funny you are at times ? (VAN COURT sighs resignedly and begins slowly to gather up his traps.) VAN COURT: You ' re right, Peggy, I suppose; I am pretty much of a duf- fer. (As he sloivly raises his head and looks off to right, he starts suddenly, and a smile lights his face. He is really not so bad looking when he smiles.) VAN COURT: (Turning hastily toward HENRIETTA.) Well, guess I ' ll run along. Excuse me, wont ' you? Not too late for tennis. Guess that must be Muriel now. (Starts rapidly off at right. HEN- RIETTA turns quickly, and jumps up.) HENRIETTA: (Stamping her foot.) Harold, come back here! (VAN COURT complies xvith evident reluctance. Stands rather sheepishly be- side her chair. HENRIETTA re-seats herself.) HENRIETTA: (With considerable emphasis.) And let me tell you this, Harold Van Court: If ever I hear of you having anything to do with that unprincipled little — Tom boy, Muriel Terry, I ' ll— I ' ll never breath another 48 THE REDWOOD single syllable to you if I live to be a thousand ! {HENRIETTA makes room for him on the arm of her chair, and resumes:) Now, tell me all about your polo game this morning. VAN COURT: {Faintly.) Help! {Seizes glass from tray, and drains it.) CURTAIN. ltBl|0j! Olnnatg We can do no better, in speaking of the death of tKis eminent CKurcKman, tKan to quote our ArchbisKop Hanna, wKo said: " In the death of Bishop Conaty California loses an ardent, pa- triotic citizen; the diocese of Los Angeles a wise, kindly, far-seeing ad- ministrator, and the church at large one of her noblest and greatest bishops. ... In 1903 a kind Providence gave him to California. His love for this land of his adoption Nwas touched by a great, glowing enthusiasm, and in twelve years he has left in the Southland a monu- ment to his intelligence and to his zeal that is a wonder to all who know man ' s power, and will be to those who come after him an inspiration into higher and nobler resolves. May peace and rest be his forever! " To his bereaved people go out our hearts in sincere, deep sym- pathy. His memory has our reverence, and his soul our prayers. R. I. P. si 5%- m i z? = 2 «j O 13 X U I i y z d - bJ Q O Ul PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER EXCHANGES ALUMNI - - - - UNIVERSITY NOTES - ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER F BUCKLEY McGURRIN JOS. R. AURRECOECHEA C. K. CANELO G. M. DESMOND J. C. MURPHY G. A. NICHOLSON EDWARD L. NICHOLSON LOUIS T. MILBURN KEARNY LEONARD SOUTH r R. w. A. T. L I C. D EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 00 a year; single copies IS cents EDITORIAL A Curtain Raiser There have been four- teen other editors be- fore the present in- cumbent that have written this first editorial. Of these fourteen, probably twelve have begun with an apology— an apology for inexperience and gen- eral unworthiness. For our part, we will dispense with it, for besides occu- pying space that might otherwise be put to good use, a preliminary of the sort savors of false modesty — it sounds as though one were " fishing. " So in- stead of enlarging upon our own un- worthiness — which will probably be sufficiently obvious anyway — we will strive to accomplish the object of these paragraphs, and welcome, to the best of our ability, those who have found their way to Santa Clara. This we do 49 50 THE REDWOOD on behalf of " The Redwood " , as such, and on behalf of the Student Body, whose official organ " The Redwood " has been for many years. To get right down to tacks: We ' re all here, regularly enrolled, registered, numbered, and all. Some of us have been here so long that we know every rule by syllables. Each legitimate pun- ishment is so well-known to us that we simply refuse to be caught on a technicality. We can say with a fair degree of confidence just what the menu will be for a given day. And since we first came, we ' ve witnessed a good many changes hereabouts. We ' ve seen our school take on the dignity of a University; we ' ve seen her attain, each year, a more and more enviable athletic standing. And in witnessing these changes, we ' ve come to feel that her prosperity is ours ; that we share with her the glory of achievement, ath- letic or scholastic, whatever its na- ture. And by the same token it has been brought home to us that a shadow cast upon her covers each of us as well. All of which is valuable knowledge. Then there are others among us — and a goodly proportion at that— who are still to learn these things. It is to these new men that we want especially to appeal, for it is upon them that we must depend to maintain the spirit and the traditions of our school after we have gone out into a larger and a hard- er one. To do so they must learn dem- ocracy, devotion, and loyalty to princi- ple; and they must learn it from us. In other words, it is up to the fellows who have been around here long enough to " learn the ropes " , to lend the newcomers a hand. Perhaps you are, unconsciously, violating the demo- cratic principle that has always been one of Santa Clara ' s treasured distinc- tions. Look into it, and if this is the case, let down the bars. We must have co-operation in a school like this. We can ' t afford to have any serious dis- tinctions. This editorial was intended as a welcome to the newcomers, but any of you old students can do a hun- dred times as much toward accomplish- ing the same object by making them feel welcome ; by making them feel that they " belong " . We ' re glad to see you all here ; we ' re glad to say " hello — welcome back " to the old friends, and " pleased to meet you " , to the new. We ' re happy to do it. And now let ' s look the future straight in the face, and make the most of our time. If we do, we ' re bound to have a happy, prosperous, fruitful year. It ' s worth trying for. Archbishop Hanna This, the first of the year ' s " Redwoods " , has in a special man- ner been dedicated to San Francisco ' s new Archbishop, the Most Reverend Edward J. Hanna, D. D. The honor we thus convey is slight; the tardiness of the tribute is a further draw-back ; still it gives us joy to be able to do even this little bit toward swelling the chor- us of praise that his elevation excited. But what to us is infinitely more sat- THE REDWOOD 51 isfying than the ability to thus demon- strate our loyalty and affection for the Archbishop is the fact that in him we can claim a friend — true and loving; one whose interest in Santa Clara is genuine, unflagging, fatherly. So evi- dent has this interest been that each of us has come to regard the Archbishop as one of our dearest personal friends — we have come to know and to esteem him not only as a prelate, but as a man. It is owing to this fact, therefore, that we dedicate these pages both to Archbishop Hanna and to Edward J. Hanna. May the God that he has served so well give him the light suc- cessfully to carry out the duties of his exalted station; and may the same God keep fresh in his mind the mem- ory of Santa Clara and her children. As a general thing we Our Book don ' t say very much about " The Red- wood " believing that it can speak for itself. But since this issue is the maid- en effort of the year, we hope to be pardoned for introducing it with a word or two. Principally we want to impress upon the Student Body the fact that " The Redwood " is, primarily, a student body publication. The stu- dents edit it; the students write its " copy " , the students are the subjects of its departments. And when the question of support comes up — as it never fails to do — the students are again in evidence. The support which " The Redwood " asks and deserves is of two kinds, each being indispensable. One, of course, is financial support. " The Redwood " is not a money-making proposition. Few college publications are. But so highly is its worth held that those behind it are willing to operate even at a loss. Single copies cost about twenty-six cents to print ; we sell them for fifteen. This being the fact, does not a sense of duty impel you to help keep down the deficit? There is not a fellow in the yard that cannot afford to become a regular subscriber. Even if you can ' t appreciate literary worth, a file of the year ' s " Redwoods " makes a record of scholastic activities that later will prove invaluable. See that your name is on the list. It ' s not hard to sacrifice some of your spending money — fifteen cents a month. Then in regard to the second kind of support we ' re asking : If you can write, do so, and hand in the results. " The Redwood " welcomes stories, essays, poems, articles — anything that makes good copy.. There is no rule against something with a laugh or two in it. Of course we are unable to promise to run everything that is turned in. There are certain literary standards that must be maintained. But after all, it ' s just as well that those standards do exist, for they prove a stimulus to better and more conscientious work. Let ' s all get together and do our best. " The Redwood " , after all, is " our book " . Buenos dias, fellow Exchanges, a royal welcome to you all! " With hesi- tation we step into the sanctum and awe-inspiredly we gaze at your clean bright faces as you lie there awaiting the glance of our critical eye. Though unworthy of the honor be- stowed upon us, we shall fulfill the du- ties of the office to the best of our abil- ity, and we shall regard you, our con- temporaries, as did the editor of old who " Viewed them with a critic ' s eye, " Nor passed their imperfections by. " It is generally considered the business of one in this position to pick out flaws rather than to laud perfection, so with " cold discriminating glance " we pro- ceed to our task. But one word more. As we consider it our solemn duty to fling criticisms at the heads of our worthy contempo- raries we shall naturally expect a few in return. We deem that none on the editorial staff will have any objection, provided the criticisms received are thrown as deservedly as we shall en- deavor to fling ours. The first impression Loyola we receive is decidedly a good one. Several full page illustrations lend " spice " , and the short stories are of a high or- der. Of these " The Man With the Cough " takes the palm. However, at times it is over-dramatic and a briefer ending would have added to its power. " It ' s the Truth " is interesting, but improbable, and the conversations are rather crude. " Jimmy ' s Story " is true to life and shows signs of talent. The short stories finished we come to " The Mexican Situation " , which is to the point, and convinces. " An Un- conventional Essayist " holds the inter- est throughout, and is written in an easy an d natural style. " His Weight in Wildcats " would make a good " Key- stone " comedy, but is overshadowed by the other features of the book. The poetry is of exceptional quality. " Loyola, Vale! " struck us as being an eloquent farewell, but cann il be quoted for lack of space. Altogether it is an issue to be proud of. Congratulations, Loyola! 52 THE REDWOOD 53 The In reading over " The p Exponent, " the first contribution which claimed our attention, was the short story, " Safety First. " It is fairly in- teresting and treats of a " busher ' s " adventure on a big league club. Fred Clarke, the big league manager, is treat- ed rather intimately and this makes the story seem somewhat unlikely. When he swings on the train it would seem that he was primed with his story. Then when Jim says a certain word out, it comes all at once and withovit further encouragement. The Three Pi-ize Orations receive our unqualified praise. They lend a certain stability which convinces us of the worth of " The Exponent " . They all interested us, especially the one en- titled ' ' The Small College. ' ' We might suggest however, that the treatment of this theme was a bit too local in char- acter. We can readily forgive this fault when we consider that it was written to be delivered before a local audience. Another good short story would make the publication more attractive, although the lack of this form of litera- ture is made up for somewhat by three very readable essays. " Push " is undoubtedly the best of tlie three. It is characterized by an easy flowing style, and gives some solid advice in a pleasing and interesting manner. " The Poetry of Ireland " deals with a subject not so general in its appeal, but, nevertheless we are im- pelled to read on to the end. " Roller Skating " is not up to the standard of the two essays just commented upon. It " Surges and dances. Recedes and advances " like waves on the beach, or like a " Ford " climbing a hill. For example, in the first part we are led to believe that roller skating is a healthful recre- ation if not indulged in recklessly. Then at the end we find — " the roller skating craze has been very harmful and might be called a curse to the city considering the damage it has done. " The poetry is lacking in quantity rather than quality. A well balanced. The Campion breezy publication, is " The Campion " . " James Somers, Egoist, " is the best of the short stories. However, we were given a broadside view of the feline an- imal before it escaped from the bag. " A Hydroplane " cannot be called a " Short Story " , but is rather a thrill- ing description of a hydroplane in ac- tion. " U Island " starts out like " Treasure Island. " The treasure spot is found, but the treasure consisting of pork and beans and eggs is gone. " U Island " speaks well for the narrative powers of the author. " An Essay on Carlyle " gives us an insight into the character of the great essayist. ' ' The Labor Theory of Value ' ' is a well thought out article. The poetry is above the ordinary. " The Coming of the Night " is as sweet 54 THE REDWOOD as the tinkling of a bell at twilight. Each of the variovis other poems has its own appeal. An old friend " The Notre Dame j Quarter- Quarterly y,, j g gQj gg Q hand. The number is altogether up to the exalted standard of its predeces- sors — teeming with thought, rich in poetic and prosaic expression, elegant in its gold and white outward garb. We note that it announces the death of Sister Anna Raphael, whom we had the honor of meeting upon one occasion, and whose kindness, virtue and wisdom no words of ours could adequately ex- press. We turn rather to the inspired introduction " In Memory ' ' Sister Anna Raphael " To the faithful Religious; the devot- ed Teacher; the constant Friend; the sweet-souled Singer; the Seer of God ' s Work in star and flower; to her who truly found ' tongues in trees, books, in the babbling brooks, sermons in stones and Good in Everything ' Zeal- ous Daughter of Blessed Julia, loyal Alumna of Notre Dame, may her spirit be ever upon us May She Rest in Peace! " With saddened heart we read the rare story of her unselfish life, written by a loving hand, and we gain some idea of the greatness of her nature, of the scope of her intellect, and of the vastness of her influence. Along with many other gifts Sister Anna had the power of writing poetry and a few of her most beautiful poems are contained in " The Quarterly " . To her relatives and to her legions of friends we offer our sincere consola- tion. In pace requieseat ! Sweet Jesus, have mercy on her ! The Fordham Monthly During the recent holi- days it was Santa Clara ' s pleasure to re- ceive a visit from Baron Charles Her- man Casanova of Fordham University. We were gratified to hear from him glowing accounts of the prosperity of our great Sister University in the greatest of American cities — accounts of which have been since confirmed by the receipt of the Senior Number of " The Fordham Monthly " . Surely a more complete, elegant, up-to-date col- lege magazine can scarcely be imagin- ed. It is praiseworthy in every detail. And while we sincerely congratulate the Professors, the Staff and all the Graduates on the full success of this number, we earnestly voice a wish that the present Seniors of Fordham (of whom our friend, the Baron is a mem- ber), as well as the Undergraduates of Santa Clara may strive to imitate the enthusiasm, energy and devotion to Alma Mater of the ' 15 class with an- other Betowski at their head. We have just received " Roma " Part IX of " Roma " , Ancient, Subterranean and Modern Rome, an excellent history THE REDWOOD 55 of the city of the Popes. This part concludes the description of the Cata- combs begun in Part VI. We do not remember to have seen the subject treated anywhere, outside of the mon- umental works of Wilpert and Greruc- chi, with such magnificent illustrations, for a work of general interest, with such attention to detail. The inscrip- tions that are commented upon are par- ticularly well chosen. The illustrations of the paintings that have a dogmatic interest, are very well done and their apologetic value is clearly shown. All in all this is an excellent book. Benziger Bros., 18 parts, 35 cents each. Mmu rsitg Hot s " Well boys — we ' re Return back. " This seems to be the general watch- word about the campus, but behind the words, hinting an unexpressed resolve, lies a something that puts into the very tone a suggestion of will power and a determination to make things go ahead. The fellows have plunged into study with a spirit heretofore unequaled. They seem to realize, as is the truth, that nothing is more apt to please everyone, while they themselves reap the benefit, than a steady application to duty and a continuance of the gen- tlemanly spirit that the sons of Santa Clara have never failed to show. The prospects are that The Faculty the attendance will be larger this year than last. All rooms have been taken in Seni- or Hall and the dormitories are filled to capacity. The attendance has already reached the 200 mark for boarders and 98 for day scholars. The faculty has been changed to a certain extent this year. Rev. Fr. Thornton, S. J., who has held the pres- idency for the past two years, will have charge of the institution again this year, and Eev. Pr. Riordan, S. J., a former president, will be its treas- urer. Rev. Fr. Sullivan, S. J., will take Father Morton ' s place as prefect of dis- cipline, and Rev. Fr. Buckley will re- main prefect of studies. Rev. Fr. Grisez, S. J., late of St. Ignatius, will act as minister this year, relieving Rev. Fr. CoUigan, S. J., who will be parish priest of Saint Clare ' s Church, assisted by Rev. Fr. Raggio, S. J. Rev. Fr. Ricard, S. J., will have charge of the meteorological observatory, and Rev. Fr. Bell, S. J., of electrical experi- ments. Rev. Fr. Fox, S. J., will con- tinue head of dramatics and " The House " , and will supeiwise the " Red- wood " . Rev. Fr. Boland, S. J., will teach ethics and be president of The Senate. Added to the teaching staff are Messrs. F. Ralph, S. J., and A. Oyarzo. The University of Santa Big Bequest Clara has received no- tification that under the will of the late Thomas I. Bergin, the institution is left $100,000. Mr. Ber- gin was the first graduate of the Uni- versity — then Santa Clara College — in 1857, and cherished always a very deep 56 THE REDWOOD 57 affection for his Alma Mater. He came here often to the scenes of his school days, and always expressed his inten- tion, at some time, of giving it material aid. This bequest, together with a re- cent one from the late Dr. Seifert, which will run close to $150,000, means very much for our grand old institu- tion. Father Thornton is besieged with congratulations from friends of the University of Santa Clara, who are elated over its good fortune. Contrary to newspaper reports. Father Thornton expects no sort of a contest in the Bergin estate, but thinks the will Avill be probated as it was filed. The Refectory has al- Palm Haven ways been a pleasing aspect to the fellows, ipso facto that it is the Dining Hall. Now, however, an incentive has been found for some who were ever wont to lag. The vacant spaces have been pro- fusely stocked with beautiful hanging ferns, potted plants and daily replen- ished flower vases. Few improvements have pleased the students as much as these, and a mark- ed show of gratification has folloAved the embellishments. For these as for so many good things that await us this year we are indebted to Father Sulli- van. In our new Vice President and Pre- fect of Discipline we have found a staunch friend with a ready ear and helping hand in all our woes and trib ulations. Fr. Sullivan has shown a deep in- terest in even the smallest detail that might add to our comfort and enjoy- ment. Everything about his general attitude bespeaks an eager v illingness in our behalf. He will, we feel sure, weigh our actions on a scale equally balanced with justice, wisdom and mercy. „ A few days after the „ . opening of classes, the Santuary Society held its election of officers. Michael Leon- ard was chosen Prefect ; Nicholas Mar- tin, Secretary; Thomas Ybarando, Treasurer; Joseph Aurreoechea, Cen- sor ; Herman Dieringer, Sacristan ; Wil- liam Irwin, Vestry Prefect. Of last year ' s Senior Class several were made honorary members: among them, James Fitzpatrick, Louis Mil- burn, Philip Martin, Adolph Canelo, William Shipsey, most of whom had been members for four or five years. The privilege of joining the Sanctu- ary Society was accorded to Rudolph Scholz, Miles Fitzgerald, Leslie Shee- han, Gerald Desmond, Cyril Coyle, Richard Eisert, Ignatio Forste r, Ed- ward Mulholland and Clarence Noltner. An average of 85% in conduct and application is one of the necessary qualifications for membership. Should anyone drop below for one month he is suspended; for two successive months, his place is filled by one more worthy. 58 THE REDWOOD Cf rl t R rl Thursday evening, j4- . Sept. 9, the Associated Meeting students of the Uni- vei sity held their first regular meet- ing. Secretary Fitzgerald read the minutes of the previous pro. tern, meet- ings. As first business, Pres. Boone spoke of adopting a new revised constitution. This suggestion was put in the form of a motion, discussed, voted upon and adopted. The constitution committee will be shortly appointed. As further new business Stanford was formally chosen to be the Rugby rival of the University for the present season. The election of a Yell Leader was held and Geo. Nicholson was chosen by the students to fill that office. In order to prepare for the Rally, Saturday evening, Sept. 11, " Pinkey " Leonard, " June " Vogler and " Kew- pie " Sparks were appointed by the President as an incendiary committee. After a few well-chosen words by Mr. V. V. White, S. J., Athletic Mod- erator, concerning Rugby prospects, the meeting adjourned. Student Control At a pro. tem. meeting of the Associated Stu- dents, Pres. Boone in- formed the members of the willingness of Fr. Sullivan to concede them stu- dent control of the Basement Dance Hall, Reading Rooms and Billiard Hall. The students gladly accepted this by vote and elected Thomas Ybbarando, Rudolph Scholz, and Frank Browne, acting in unison with the Student Body officers to aid in all matters pertaining to the privilege. On the evening of J. D. S. August 31, the Junior Dramatic Society held its first meeting in the J. D. S. Hall. The election of officers was immediate- ly proceeded to, and the results were : Francis Doud, Vice President; Mr. Ir- win, Secretary ; Louis Bergna, Sergeant at- Arms; Roy Loofbourrow, Assistant Secretary, Treasurer and Sergeant-at- Arms. Only thirteen old members answered " Aye " to the roll call, and they, after careful consideration, placed the names of seventeen candidates before their worthy President, Mr. Whelan, S. J., for approbation In order to start the year off well, a debate was assigned for the next meet- ing: " Resolved, That Santa Clara Should Adopt the American Game of Football. " Messrs. Loofbourrow and Enright were chosen for the affirma- tive, while Irwin and Devlin will up- hold the Australian end of the question. Mr. Doud was appointed reader, and Kevin Casey, reader. Good luck to you J. D. S. and may the play you wish to give be a success. Anyone ignorant of what the term Moun- tain League implies in reference to the Poletans and Garibaldis Mountain League THE REDWOOD 59 would have heeome well informed with the weighty implications by appealing to P. Bias Marinovich were it not for his recent embarkation for his winter home — far in the northern wilds of Watsonville. However, the fierce Mountain Leag- uers have not totally disbanded, many of the clan having reassembled under the leadership of the erstwhile desper- ado " William Tracey, who in lieu of a moustache goes under the name of " Slim " as a disguise. Much credit is due to these aggrega- tions for, although burdened with ' ' Ga- ribaldi " and " Poletan " , they bid fair to repeat last year ' s inroads upon the Santa Clara High School football team. Band and Orchestra ¥-« L » At a recent meeting of Fourth Aca- ., t: -i. ■ J . T-., ,. the Fourth Academic, demic Election . j u u u. ■ noted throughout their High School years for their " pep " , the following members were chosen as of- ficers: John Geoghegan, President; Arthur Devlin, Vice President; Joseph Taber, Treasurer; Louis Bergna, Ser- geant-at-Arms ; William Irwin, Ath- letic Manager. Mr. Ward, S. J., the esteemed teach- er, spoke shortly upon class organiza- tion and impressed the " 4th Ackers " that no matter what they might think of class teams, to the true Santa Claran there is but one team — the ' Varsity. With their present " pep " , the 4th High boys should make great college Under the able and en- ergetic guidance of Professor Mustol, D. M., the University Band and Orchestra have started practice. Most of the old players are back and some very prom- ising material has been discovered among the new students. As an aid to better work and for se- curing more co-operation, the fellows decided to organize and elect officers. Consequently the first re-assembling was devoted to choosing a president, secretary, sergeant-at-arms and a drum major. These offices are now filled re- spectively by the following men. Ed. Amaral, Francis Quinn, ' ' Bill ' ' Cannon. The latter holding down the dual job of drum major and sergeant-at-arms. One result of this organization has been better order at rehearsals and the enforcement of a rule barring everyone not a member of either band or orches- tra, from being present at the prac- tices. As the band will play at all of the games this year and be a live factor in student body happenings, the members are practising how to march and exe- cute all of the evolutions that a regu- lar military brass band is called upon to perform. The fellows have gone at this end of the work with a will and are getting the team-work down su- perbly. So far the orchestra has not had many rehearsals, but in those held the members have shown up very well. The violin section is full of " pep " and is 60 THE REDWOOD supported by a well-balanced group of players all eager for success. Some suggestions have been made relative to forming a glee club and combining it with the band and orches- tra. Talent certainly is not lacking, neither the men to develop it; conse- quently this plan seems both feasable and desirable. Whatever action be taken upon this s cheme the prospects are very bright for an excellent orches- tra and an equally good band, both of which will be able creditably to repre- sent our progressive institution. The following played in the band at the victorious opening Rugby game : Edward Amaral, W. S. Camion, J. H. Chargin, Kevin Casey, James Coyle, Charles Floto, Howard Kelley, Albert Quill, Frank B. Quinn, T. W. Ryan, Al- bert Sparks, W. W. Sullivan, Bob Tre- maine, Eugene Trabbucco, June Vog- ler, Horace Wilson, De Witt. _ , „ The football rally, Sat- hOOtball . y evening, Sept. 11, preceding the first game, was one of the snappiest and most successful ever held on the cam- pus. The Neutral Trio, " Mike " Leonard, " Dutch " Vogler, and U. S. Parks, built such a bonfire that the great shout rising from the long serpentine as the cracking flames lept and roared, coul d have been taken for sorrow ; but a mighty queer brand of sorrow the fel- lows ' emotions would have furnished. As the rally progressed, President Boone, Mr. V. V. White, S. J., Archie Quill, Capt. Scholz, Hon. J. P. Sex and Mayor Roll rose and delivered beauti- fully hard facts concerning the football team and the spirit of the men behind it. The University Band played wonder- fully well, raising themselves far above their regular amateur standing — bring- ing memories of the P. P. I. E. and Souza ' s congregation. A large crowd of outsiders — friends of the students and loyal supporters of the team — were present and thoroughly enjoyed the rally. Emerson ' s Quartet and the Univer- sity Sextette responded to encores far outnumbering their regular pro- gram. The victory next day showed the ef- fect of the imbibed spirit — imbibed long a go and ever rising. The Engineering Society of the Uni- versity of Santa Clara held its first meeting for this year on Thursday, Sept. 2. At this meeting the following officers were elected for the ensuing year: President, Paul Campbell, E. E. ' 16, of Los Gatos ; Vice President, Jos- eph Christy, C. E. 16, of San Fran- cisco; Treasurer, Franck Laine, E. E. ' 16, of Santa Clara; Secretary, Roy Emerson, C. E. ' 16, of San Jose ; Libra- rian, W. Lotz, C. E. ' 17, of San Jose ; Reporter, R. Fox, M. E. ' 17, of San Jose. After the election of officers plans for the work of the year were dis- cussed. The society will continue to provide lectures from time to time by Avell-known engineers. Several more inspection trips will be made to the Exposition to study the latest phases of engineering shown there. At least one trip will be made to the Interna- tional Congress of Engineers to hear some of the engineers of world-wide reputation who will deliver addresses. Professor Sullivan, a member of the Congress, has secured passes for the members of the Society. The need of facility in the use of language was rec- ognized and plans made for debating practice. The Society will hold short debates among its members and may develop a team to represent the Society. The meeting brought out a great deal of enthusiasm for the work of the So- ciety, and a vote of thanks was given Roy Emerson, the retiring President, for his untiring energy in building up the Society during the past year. Our New Instructor. Mr. Bergman, the new member of our engineering faculty, took up his du- ties on Sept. 8. He received the degree of B. S. in E. E. from the University of California, last year, prior to which he had worked four years with the Uni- versity Light and Power Department. The Galveston Storm. Engineers all over the country are pointing with professional pride to the behavior of the Galveston sea wall dur- ing the hurricane of Aug. 16 and 17. This storm was fully as violent as the one in 1900 which caused the deaths of about 5000 people and almost destroy- ed the city, yet the damage done by it was surprisingly small. Galveston is situated on an island about two miles from the mainland and is connected to it by means of a 61 62 THE REDWOOD way 109 feet in width. After the storm of 1900 the abandonment of the city was considered, but as it was the best harbor west of New Orleans it was de- cided that the city be rebuilt and pro- tected from similar storms. In accord- ance with this decision a gravity sec- tion concrete seawall, 3 1 3 miles long and 16 feet high, was built around the exposed southern end of the city. Aft- erwards the Government extended this wall for 1 2 miles, to its reservation at Fort Crockett. In addition to this the entire southern half of the island was raised from 10 to 16 feet above its former level. How well these meas- ures succeeded can be seen by compar- ing the enormous losses in life and property caused by the storm of 1900 with those of the recent storm in which almost all of the damage was due to the wind. New Equipment. A 2000 lb. Riehle cement testing ma- chine together with the moulds and other equipment for making specimens, a Bauch Lamb plane table, a variable speed induction motor of the latest type, and about ten new voltmeters, ammeters and wattmeters, have been added to our equipment. ALsVMNI Bon Voyage Of the twenty-odd Fathers and Scholastics who four years ago composed the Fac- ulty of the University, there are re- maining now a bare four, — two Priests, two Scholastics. Each year brings its changes, its new faces, filling the spots left vacant by the passing of those we knew. Nineteen hundred and fifteen has had its share. Fr. Joseph Morton, who for the past two years had filled the position of Santa Clara ' s Vice Presidency, is now Professor of Rhetoric at St. Ignatius University, San Francisco. Fr. Henry Brainard, the former Sec- retary-Treasurer of the University, has gone to the Villa of St. Andrew-on-the- Hudson, Poughkeepsie, New York, where he is to make his Tertianship. Mr. Crowley has left us for St. Louis, Mo., where he is to take his course in Theology, — the last league to be cov- ered on the long march to the Priest- hood. North to Spokane, Wash., have gone Messrs. Lawrence O ' Keefe, John Re- gan, and James Reiden. There at the Jesuit Institution they will pursue a three-year course in Philosophy. Brother La Feme, who for a number of years has been our Brother of the " Salle des Garments " , was transferred to the Father ' s Infirmary at Hill Crest, Wash., where he will study the art of the Infirmarian. To the regret of the entire Catholic population of Santa Clara, Bro. Ken- nedy, who was no less an adornment to his gardens in the eyes of his friends, than the flowers which he loved and cared for so assiduously, was this year removed to St. Ignatius, San Francisco. St. Ignatius has also secured Mr. Earnest Watson, former Director of Ju- nior Athletics. There he will continue his work as a teacher. With these friends who have left for other fields go the heartiest good wishes and respect both of the students of Santa Clara and the community of which they so lately formed a part. 63 64 THE REDWOOD In the death of Thomas I. ' 57 Bergin, Santa Clara lost her oldest living graduate. Taking his degree of Bachelor of Arts in 1857, Mr. Bergin left California to pursue a course of law in the Albany Law School, New York. At the end of four years he returned and again tak- ing up Avork at Santa Clara, received his Master of Arts degree in 1864. After having spent some six years practicing law in San Francisco, the firm of Ber- gin and McAllister was formed in 1870, which grew to be the foremost law firm in that city, and continued until the death of McAllister. Through all the years of his life, Mr. Bergin was possessed of a strong pub- lic spirit, which enabled him to set apart moments of his busy life for the promotion of community interests. Showing their appreciation of this, his fellow-citizens in 1880 chose him one of the Board of Freeholders to make a charter for the City and County of San Francisco. As a successful attorney, Mr. Bergin acquired both fame and a generous quantity of the " goods of the world " . Always a sincere lover of his Alma Mater, he showed materially his ap- preciation by setting apart a generoiis bequest for the institution. Gratefully is it acknowledged by the University, and accepted with the hope that it may help in turning out more boys such as Thomas I. Bergin was. His labors now are ended. May the soul, made weary by its burden of years on earth, find a haven of refuge in the Kingdom of its Father. From Fr. McQuaide comes ' 87 the tale of a young man, but 17 years of age, who made his way from the Straits of Malacca to Maryknoll, New York, a distance of fifteen thousand miles in order to stu- dy there for missionary work in the Far East. The boy is an Eurasian by birth and speaks English as his native tongue. He was introduced to Fr. Mc- Quaide in San Francisco, and by him was taken on the last lap of his long journey. Among the " old boys " ' 98 who have been recently seen gazing around the changed and yet familiar campus was Herman E. Berg, who, the records tell us, at- tended during the years 1897-1898. While here Mr. Berg proudly claims to have played on the football team with our old friend, " Bob " Coward. That his talents were not exclusively con- fined to the physical we are shown by the roles he assumed in the numerous plays which were then frequently giv- en. Mr. Berg has large ranching inter- ests at Berg Station, in the vicinity of Yuba City. He makes his home at Marysville, where, in a family of four, there are three boys, who, he has plan- ned, Avill soon represent the coming generation in the Alma Mater of their father. THE REDWOOD. 65 Charles B. South, A. M., for ' 01 many years an instructor in Rhetoric here at the Uni- versity, and now Postmaster of Santa Clara, has received a distinctive honor at the 1915 Convention of Postmasters of the United States, which met this year at the Exposition in San Fran- cisco. There Mr. South read a well- prepared address on one of the current topics of discussion, and it was doubt- less in recognition of the ableness of his effort that he was later chosen Vice- President of this vast organization. Composed as it is of thousands of members, the obtaining of an office therein is justly considered a high hon- or, and we congratulate Mr. South very sincerely upon his achievement. Fr. Patrick Foote, who, as ' Qg the old Santa Clara men will remember, was Vice-Presi- dent and Director of Studies of the College in the years ' 04, ' 05, ' 06, has this year been raised to the Presidency of the University of St. Ignatius, where he has held the Professorship of Meta- physics for a number of years. June proved a fatal month ' 08 to two of Santa Clara ' s grad- uates of the class of ' 08. John J. Jones, who took his degree of A. B. in that year, and who is now prac- ticing law in San Jose and is also an instructor in the first year work of the law department, cheerfully renounced the joys and privileges of bachelordom and took for his bride Miss Esther San- ders of Santa Clara. After a honey- moon of a week in the South they are now contentedly ensconced in their new home in the Hanchett Park District of San Jose. James Lester Pierce, also a Bachelor of Arts of the class of ' 08, used the amorous month to advantage when he secured the ' heart and hand ' of Miss Elise Furst of San Jose, in a very pret- ty wedding which took place at the Leib residence on the Alameda. After a trip to the Hawaiian Islands, resi- dence was taken up in the Pierce home in Santa Clara, where they are at pres- ent. To both the young couples, happy to- gether on the threshold of their new life, " The Redwood " offers its heart- iest congratulations and good wishes. Word has just reached us ' 09 that " the Giver of all good gifts " has done His very best for Cyril James Smith of the class of ' 09, in the shape of a little daughter, whom the card introduces as Miss Lil- lian Agnes. Congratulations from all are due both him and the mother. Mr. Smith is at present residing in Wash- ington, D. C, with his father, who was also an alumnus of Santa Clara and now a Justice in Court of Custom Ap- peals. 66 THE REDWOOD 10 Fr. " William Keaney, Profes- sor of the Freshmen in 1910, is back after a long stay in Falkenburg, Holland. Fr. Keaney has been appointed teacher of Rhetoric for the Jesuit Scholastics at the Los Gatos Novitiate. Fr. Cornelius Deeney, former Direc- tor of " The Redwood ' , who, for the last four years has been completing his studies for the Priesthood in Rome, which work reached its culmination in his Ordination there last year, has re- tmmed to San Francisco, where he will fill the responsible position of Vice- President and Director of Studies of St. Ignatius University. Edmund S. Lowe, of the ' 10 class of ' 10, formerly of the Alcazar Theatre in San Francisco, and John J. Ivancovich, also an alumnus, who has been touring the country in a high-class stock company, are at present together in Los Angeles, where they are taking leading roles at the Burbank Theatre. It was in the Passion Play at Santa Clara that these men first gained rec- ognition as players, their work being highly praised by the most critical writers. ' 11 Fr. Felix Rossetti, Professor of Freshmen in 1911, has re- turned from New York, where he has passed the last year, and is stationed at St. Vincent ' s College, Los Angeles. It was with much pleasure ' 11 that we learned of the nup- tials of one — a former schoolmate, always a friend — Hardin Barry, whose marriage to Miss Edith Elledge took place Wednesday even- ing, the twenty-first of July last, at the home of the bride ' s parents, near Su- sanville, Lassen Co. As described by the Lassen " Advocate " , it was a cer- emony " simplex munditiis " , assisted at by Fr. P. J. O ' Reilley. A graduate of the class of ' 11, while a student here, " Rancher " Barry en- joyed the distinction of being by far " the most popular man in the yard " . His ability as a pitcher was equal to that of any collegiate ball player on the Coast at the time, and it was upon his shoulders generally that the boys rest- ed their hopes of a victory in the St. Mary ' s games. At the conclusion of his college course, " Rancher " spent a year in Philadelphia as a member of Conny Mack ' s " Athletics " . On his return to California, the advantages of the soil presented a plea so strong that a farm near the town of De Witt has since been his home ; and it is to there that ' ' The Redwood ' ' , on behalf of itself, his contemporaries, and his successors at Santa Clara, sends its happy message of congratulations and good will. Dion Holm, L. L. B. ' 14, is ' 14 to be heartily congratulated on the success he achieved in the title role of " Nero " , playing THE REDWOOD. 61 with Margaret Anglin in the Greek Theatre, University of California. That this is not his first success will be agreed by all who saw him as " Padre Jose " , in " The Mission Play of Santa Clara " . While at College Dion offici- ated as one of the yell-leaders, besides being a prize- dnner in both elocution and debating contests. 14 Harry W. McGowan, L. L. B., ' 14, was a recent visitor at the College. He is asso- ciated with the prominent San Francis- co law firm of Morrison, Dunne Bro- beck. While as a lawyer, Harry un- doubtedly has much experience before him, if an argument can be drawn from past successes in his life here as a stu- dent, in his new field of endeavor he will hold his own with the best of them. ' 15 " One final word anent the men, Who last have stept beyond our ken " . Paul L. Beck, C. E., has his shingle out in San Jose proclaiming modestly his craftsmanship as a Civil Engineer. Lawrence A. Bowden, L. L. B., has secured a position as Assistant District Attorney of this county. He is also an instructor in the Freshman Class of the Law Institute. Eichard Bressani, L. L. B., is a Dep- uty County Clerk in Departmet Three of the Superior Court of Santa Clara County. John M. Concannon, L. L. B., is with Ford Hammon, a prominent Los An- geles law firm, located in the Hellman Building. Howard Crane is at present assisting his father as Postmaster at Menlo Park. This fall he intends continuing his stu- dy of medicine at San Francisco. How- ard graduated with a special degree in Chemistry. Carl F. DiFiore, C. E., with Earl Van Leeuwen, C. E., has entered the Oak- land Polytechnic for advanced work in a special course. Michael A. Kiely is in the law office of Chas. Miller of San Francisco. This fall the Commercial High Avill have his sei vices as Coach of its Rugby Team. Tliad. McCauley, C. E., is on his un- cle ' s ranch in the southern part of the state. Harold R. McKinnon, L. L. B., and valedictorian, plans to enter Columbia to continue in his study of the law. Philip Martin, A. B., is the proud possessor of a brand new cafeteria in San Diego, which from all accounts he is managing profitably and well. Percy O ' Connor, L. L. B., is with the San Jose law firm of Partridge Davi- son, in the Ryland Building. To these sons whom she has nur- tured in the past, Santa Clara now sends the encouragement and good wishes of a true Alma Mater. 1915 RUGBY StJASON. Sept. 12— Palo Alto Athletic Club vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Sept. 19 — Barbarians vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Sept. 26 — Olympic Club vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Oct. 3— Palo Alto Athletic Club vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Oct. 10 — Olympic Club vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Oct. 17 — Titans vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Oct. 24 — St. Ignatius vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Oct. 31 — Olympic Club vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Nov. 7 — Barbarians vs. Santa Clara, at Santa Clara. Nov. 13 — Stanford vs. Santa Clara, at San Francisco. RUGBY NOTES. The outlook in rugby this season seems to be most favorable from every point of view. Though the Varsity has a very heavy schedule and will be pit- ted against the best rugby teams in the state, the material on hand this year, coupled by the able coaching of Tommy Ybarrondo seems to auger a most suc- cessful season. True, the Varsity lost several bril- liant players of last year ' s aggregation, but it has been compensated by addi- tional stars from other schools. Captain Scholtz is a half-back who has proved his worth for two consecu- tive years, and his thorough knowledge of the game, aided by his clever dog- ging and defensive work, will undoubt- edly attain him a most successful sea- son. To Tommy Ybarrondo falls the unique honor of being the first student to command the " Red and " White " rugby squad. Tommy is thoroughly ac- quainted with every play in rugby, and his universal esteem from the Student Body and team are great factors in aid- ing him to have a winning team repre- sent Santa Clara. For four years it was Tommy ' s great defensive work, his 68 THE REDWOOD 69 accurate punting and goal kicking, that wrought many a victory for the Red and White. The wishes of " The Red- wood " is that Coach Ybarrondo may achieve the same success as coach, as he attained on the gridiron. James Fitzpatrick, the big forward, has been placed among the backfield, and his speed, swerving and tackling will make him a valuable scorer. Curtin at wing, is considered one of the speediest backs on the Varsity and is expected to perform well in the scor- ing department. " Big " Hickey at lock, is displaying unusual speed and aggressiveness and his strength in holding together the scrum is marvelous. Coschina, likewise is a heavy man and a sprinter. He has played three consecutive years in the scrum and should have the best season of his col- legiate career. Bates, a noted dribbler in the ruck, is exceedingly shrewd in out-guessing his opponents, can see an opening in the line in an instant. He is never down till on his back. Eddie Mulholland, although not thoroughly versed with the inside feat- ures of rugby, has been demonstrating that he is quickly learning the finer rudiments of the game and bids fair to add great strength to the backfield. Eddie Amaral, though injured in last year ' s contest against Stanford, is in fine form again, and indications pre- dict him a most sueessful season. Diaz of stocky build, is a clever feint passer and his short punts over his opponent ' s heads will create con- siderable notice before the season is completed. Korte, the young giant, is a sure punter, and his fighting spirit makes him a valuable asset to the team. Muldoon promises to have an excel- lent season, as every minute finds him following i unts, dribbling when the occasion demands and passing to his backs from the line-up. Among the new faces, " Jack " Pye, a recent additional candidate from Aus- tralia, is continually demonstrating the native intuitive knowledge of the " English Game " . At breakaway he will always prove a great obstacle to his opponents, and besides he is al- ways conspicuous in the backfield rushes. Keeting, the former St. Ignatius star, is already considered by critics as one of the strongholds of the " Mission " fifteen, and before the season is com- pleted this versatile athlete will estab- lish a name for himself. Roy Emerson, though one of the lightest men on the team, has the nerve that carries him through the hardest plays in spite of heavy oppo- sition. Bensburg, late of Notre Dame, is the best place kicker on the team, and his accurate booting is expected to aid the team materially. Besides this feature, he is a speedy back and offers great resistance to the opposing team. Christy, a star of last year ' s second Varsity has displayed great progress, 70 THE REDWOOD and shall be a strong contender for a permanent birth in the serum. Wassun, the stellar performer of the crack Napa High Rugby Team, is a sure tackier, and will greatly strength- en the backfield department. Schallenbach of Holywood High, still continues to play the high class rugby that won for him the name attained in the Southland. His punts are long and high, giving the forwards ample time to get under them, and thus worrying the opponent who is receiving. Raftis, a star from Gonzaga Univer- sity, is quickly learning the game and besides being a good punter is very con- spicuous in securing the ball from the line-up. Roy Fowler, the clever little Ist-five of the Oakland High Team, is one of the speediest and cleverest backfield men on the coast. John O ' Neil, Ench, Nevis, Harry Jackson, Remmel, " Doc " Brown, Mc- Donald, Trabucco, McGurrin, O ' Connor Casey, Doud, and others, are diligently lending every effort to be a member of the final fifteen that shall oppose the Stanford Varsity on Nov. 13. UANIMOUSLY ELECTED VICE- PRESIDENT OF THE RUGBY UNION. At the recent meeting of the Califor- nia Rugby Union, Mr. V. V. White, S. J., our popular Moderator of Athletics, was unanimously chosen to fulfill the esteemed office of Vice President. The choice was indeed a wise one, as Mr. White is fully cognizant with the manifold duties of this office, and fur- thermore his universal favoritism among the leaders of rugby will make his position a pleasant one. To our newly elected Vice President has fallen the burden of superintending the rugby team of the University on three separate seasons. " The Redwood " avails itself of this opportunity in wishing the Vice Pres- ident every success possible. Santa Clara 13 Palo Alto The Varsity inaugurated the 1915 Rugby season in an auspicious manner when it celebrated an overwhelming victory from the Palo Alto Athletic Club by the score of 13 to 0. With a strong wind beating in their faces the collegians were compelled to confine the play to passing rushes and dribbling. The pigskin was exclusively confined to the clubmen ' s territory during the greater portion of the first half, but several long punts relieved many dan- gerous situations. Throughout the op- ening session no scores resulted, but hard fighting and great defensive play- ing by the clubmen marked the feat- ures of this half. Renewed with a determined spirit to score in the second half, the Varsity took the field by defending the north- ern goal. Both teams were making attacks with greater vigor and the ball remain- ing at mid-field. Suddenly the Santa Clara forwards commenced a fierce THE REDWOOD 71 dribbling rush with Bate, Pye, Keat- ing, Hiekey, and Muldoon leading it. Bates was seen emerging from the pack with the pigskin, and his speed enabled him to score the first try of the sea- son. Bensburg converted from an easy angle. The first score seemed to pave the way for a series of onrushes which re- sulted in more tries and touchbacks. Bates again secured the ball from the ruck, and dashed over the line with three clubmen clinging on his back. He was called back and Referee Quill called for a five-yard scrum. Here Palo Alto was awarded a free kick and the ball centered on the twenty-five yard line. Curtin was responsible for the sec- ond try. A scrum was formed on the twenty-five yard line, and Scholtz re- ceived the pigskin. He passed to Diaz, who in turn transferred the ball to Jim Fitzpatrick. After swerving past his man Jim passed to Curtin who scored after a beautiful run. Bensburg added the two additional points by easily converting. Captain Scholtz annexed the final points to the score when he received the ball from the line-out, and dashed over the line. From a very difficult angle Bensburg failed to convert. Archie Quill, the former star Varsity hooker refereed the game, and proved himself a capable and efficient man at handling the whistle. For Santa Clara, Keating, Hiekey, Muldoon, Bates and Pye were the choice of the forwards, while Capt. Scholtz, J. Fitzpatrick, Mulholland and Curtin played exceptionally well in the baekfield. For the visitors, Kirksey, Hutton, Thoburn, Cashel and Urban proved to be the individual stars. The line-up : Santa Clara Position Palo Alto Keating Front Rank Butterfield Amaral J. ' Neil Front Rank Stench Bates Front Rank Henry Korte, Raftis Middle Rank Mathenson, Gilson Coschina, Christy Middle Rank Flashman Pye Breakaways Thoburn Muldoon Breakaways Gladstone Mulholland, Wassun 1st Five Hutton Diaz 2nd Five Risling J. Fitzpatrick Center Three Rodgers Bensburg, Emerson R. Wing Urban Curtin L. Wing Kirksey Capt. Scholtz Half Olaine Schellenbach Fullback Herdman Santa Clara 62. Barbarians 0. The Santa Clara Varsity and Bar- barian Club Rugby game was a con- stant succession of brilliant passing rushes and driving, smashing rucking by the Red and White. The Barbs were slightly weakened by the loss of some of their best play- ers and lost by the overwhelming score of 62 to 0. Bate kicked off for Santa Clara and the Santa Clara backs, among whom Fitzpatrick starred, rattled off a series of passing rushes that brought the 72 THE REDWOOD score up to 32 to at the end of the first half. Captain Scholz and Ray Fowler shone in the second half and displayed some of the most brilliant passing ever seen on the local gridiron. Santa Clara showed exceptional speed. Diaz, the sturdy Red and White halfback, got the ball out well, and, passing like rifle shots while at full tilt, Mulholland, Fowler, Scholz and Curtin were seld om stopped. With the score 46 to Santa Clara loafed long enough to let Hutt- man dash off a forty-five-yard run and come dangerously near scoring. A few minutes later Brown booted to touch on the Mission ten-yard line and only hard battling saved the line for the local team. The final score was made by Curtin just as the gun snapped, making a total of 62 to 0. For Santa Clara Diaz, Curtin, Pye and Fitzpatrick played most brilliantly in the back field, while Coschina and Christy worked hard among the for- wards. Huttman, Mills, Kirksey and Brown were best among the visitors. CONTENTS AUTUMN (Verse) ON FOOTBALL— PART I. PART II. AND LINCOLN HAD TO SPLIT RAILS AT EVENTIDE (Verse) SANTA CLARA AND RUGBY DO FIGURES SPEAK ? ST. STANISLAUS (Verse) FROM THE COACH FROM TH E CAPTAIN THE DUNDONALD DESTROYER UNIVERSITY SPIRIT FOOTBALL SAYINGS THE GOAL (Verse) The Yellow streak editorial exchanges university notes engineering notes ALUMNI TO VICTORY (Verse) ATHLETICS - v . E. L. N. - " A. Wallaby " " Buck Center " F. Buckley McGurrin S. J. Othnie Victor V. White, S. J. Archie Rice John Walsh Thos. Ybarrondo Rudie Scholtz James R. Enright Elmer Jensen W. Shakespeare - John Walsh W. A. Gianella v,«Sl - ' ■ -iM-Mi ., ' " Entered Dec 18. 1902. at Santa Clara. Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3. 1879 VOL. XV SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1915 No. 2 Kntnmn CJ ' ONG Autumn sKades JL Across tne glades Are stretcKing, And Summer ' s fold, Witn russet gold Is etcKing. TKe brown leaves rustling to tKe eartK — Warming tne roots tnat gave tnem oirtn — Drear Winter ' s Kand, witK virgin pen Is sketching. Gra}? nonking lines To warmer climes Are flying — Tnrougn misty snrouds Of low-Kung clouds Are hieing — To drowse in the Southern isles of spice, Where zephyrs tore to the land of ice. The swan ' s sweet song, commingled with Its sighing. ON FOOTBALL PART 1— RUGBY FOOTBALL. ESS than a decade of autumns ago, Rugby made its debut in Am- erica. As yet it is still in its infancy as far as we are concerned. Not- withstanding its com- parative strangeness, however, it has greatly attracted the American people by its beauty, speed, and " sportiness " . As time goes on and its players achieve perfection it will undoubtedly gain even a stronger and more permanent hold upon Ameri- cans — who represent the highest type of true lovers of sport. In briefly con- sidering a few of the reasons that make it a better game than the American In- tercollegiate Football, we shall argue first, from its very nature, then from the players ' point of view, and final- ly, from the view-point of the specta- tor. The first argument: Rugby is es- sentially a fast, clean, open game, in which the ball is in motion during the greater part of the time. " Line-outs " and " scrummages " occur, of course; but these features of the game are not to be deplored, since, besides providing a breathing-space for both players and spectators, they allow variations of play which add materially to the sci- entific and sensational aspects of the game. There are no mass plays, no rough " interference " ; hence, not so many hidden plays, snailing forward, with " five yards to gain " , and heap- ing up of twisted legs, broken arms, and cracked heads. The second argument: Rugby gives wholesome, vigorous exercise to thirty men, while Intercollegiate offers the same opportunity to only twenty- two. I say " wholesome " exercise, for it puts the whole man to the test — not only of strength and endurance, but also of his personal judgment and speed. Is it not true that in Intercol- legiate every play is assigned through the signal system, while in Rugby each man is left very largely to his own re- sources; to judge for himself whether or not he is to pass, whether or not he is to kick or run? This is why the Rugby game is fascinating to all who have ever played it. This is why men stay with it through their youth, and continue to play after they have ad- vanced past middle age. We may cite as examples McKivith, Holloway, and Con Sullivan — all of them famous Aus- tralian Internationals, and all of them past forty. We challenge our oppon- ents to advance the name of a single American past forty years of age who continues to play the Intercollegiate game. It seems that even Americans 74 THE REDWOOD 75 regard life and limb with some degree of solicitude as they grow older and wiser. Statistics show that on an aver- age of from twenty-six to thirty every year are killed in the American game. We cannot find a single mortality in Rugby. The final argument: Action in any game is the principal feature, and that which is most conducive to the specta- tors ' enjoyment. That is why the grand-stand joins with the bleachers in springing to their feet when the in- frequent runs are made in an Intercol- legiate match. In fine Rugby, on the other hand, there are spectacular plays taking place every minute. In fact this spectacular feature is Rugby. And the sooner the players get that into their heads and act upon it, the sooner will they capture the game, and in so doing thrill the on-lookers. Each recipient of that ball must look upon himself as a member of a relay team. Like a most precious packet it must be delivered in the safest and quickest manner to the goal line. It is imma- terial which member of the team has the last relay; everyone does his part for that purpose and help toward de- livery that will be rewarded accord- ingly. Hence the ever-present Rugby cry: " Pass, pass, pass it on! " This is what makes the English game, when properly played, a superb exhibition of clean handling, brilliant passing, quick thinking, clever swerv- ing, hair-breadth escapes, and lighten- ing-like, spectacular passing rushes. Ten men have been killed already during this season. These telegrams appear in this morn- ing ' s paper just as we are going to press. They are apropos. Moscow (Idaho), Oct. 18.— Floyd Gilbert, captain of the Grangerville High School (American) football team, died at a hospital here today from a broken neck sustained in a game at Nez Perce. New Orleans, Oct. 18. — Because of the death here last night of Pierre Dueos, half-back of the Jefferson Col- lege (American) football eleven, the faculty of the college announced today that all remaining games of this sea- son ' s schedule had been cancelled. " A. Wallaby. " PART II— THE AMERICAN GAME. A great question now confronts the Universities, high schools, and private educational institutions of California. The time has come when those who stood sponsor for the English game when it was introduced must give an account of their stewardship. With the advent of the English game its supporters promised many things, but all of these have not yet been made 76 THE REDWOOD apparent. A game was promised that would be fast, clean, and open. On the contrary, the game as played here seems to consist of very little but futile running about, and a series of pile-ups called " scrums " , which furnish but little enjoyment to the spectator, and even less to the player. If we are to judge its cleanness by the number of fistic encounters which invariably seem to spring up, then we must indeed assume a very odd method of judg- ment. If we are to boast of its open- ness, how are we to discover the " open " feature of the scrum ' ? Its sponsors declared that the game would not be rough, but fatalities that have occurred disprove any such state- ment. They j romised that the game would gain immediate and lasting fa- vor, but the fact that nearly all the schools have reverted to the American game does not seem to support this statement. In attempting to discredit the Am- erican game, it has been called a game of coaches — a game in which more players sustain injuries — a game that was thoroughly unscientific — and last of all, a game for brutes only. We know these statements to be utterly false, but we shall simply advance a few facts and allow you to draw your own conclusions. First. The point of roughness has been greatly exaggerated in the case of our American game. In making statements to this effect, someone has from either ignorance or malice neg- lected to state that every act of rough- ness is punishable by a penalty — -elim- ination of the player not only from the game, but even for all the remain- ing games of the season, if the referee shall so decide. He has further neg- lected to state that when a man is tackled and the ball touches the ground, the ball is dead, and all the piling-up in the world is of no avail. This is not the case in Rugby, for here a man, on being tackled, immediately passes the ball, and your tackle appears to have been made in vain. If he holds the ball when he falls, there is at once a mass of twisted legs and bodies and indiscriminately-kicking feet. Those pile-ups could be likened to the most primitive plays of embryonic football about as easily as one could draw a likeness between a self-starting auto- mobile and a haystack. The days of the " Plying Wedge " and the mass plays are over; the game has been greatly improved in recent years by rules which make it practically devoid of roughness, more open, and much faster. Second: The statements as to the number of fatalities in the American game as opposed to those occurring in Rugby would make one wonder what sort of joke was being perpetrated if one had any conception of the true state of affairs. Rugby is played by a small fraction of the schools in Califor- nia. Of all the States in the Union, California is the only one in which this game is played. All the rest play Am- erican football. During the last three years of American Intercollegiate foot- ball there has been but one man killed. THE REDWOOD 77 In California, during the last two years, three men have been killed. If this argues that the American game claims a greater number of victims, I fail entirely to see the connection. That one sees more players substituted in the American game is true, but an explan- ation is readily forthcoming. When a player begins to show sign of exhaus- tion or to slow down his pace, he is re- lieved by one who is fresher, thus mak- ing the game faster — a game that is played by men who are wide-awake, whose brains are not dulled by exhaus- tion. Third: That the American game is one of coaches is less true than of Rug- by. To be sure, a good coach means a good team, but this applies equally to either style of game. According to the American game the coach is de- barred from the side-lines, and cannot coach or give instructions to the play- ers under penalty of a set-back in yard- age. This is not true of Rugby. A re- cent speaker at this university re- marked that in a recent game in which the University of California partici- pated there were twenty coaches and eleven players. Let us hope that his motive was humorous, for if uttered in seriousness, one would easily be led to doubt his integrity. I object to the statement that the American game is one of mere brute strength. Surely a game of such sci- entific merit could not be played by brutes only. If you have your doubts concerning the scientific point, study the many plays and methods of de- fense; read some accounts of the game as played by the big Eastern univer- sities ; and I will guarantee that it will not necessitate long, nor exhaustive reading, to set you on the right path. " BUCK CENTER. " AND LINCOLN HAD TO SPLIT RAILS? H, father ! ' ' exclaimed the Great Financier ' s Daugh- ter (her name was " Lu- cille " ) " there ' s Rob- ert! " " There ' s who? " gruf- fly queried the Great Financier himself, as expensive blasts from his perfect© ex- quisito did things to the faint odor of violets that hung about the interior of the limousine. " Robert — Robert Warren — you know! " his fair off -spring explained hurriedly. " And he ' s walking our way. We really ought to pick him up. Please, let ' s. " " Oh, yes — he ' s that football-playing chap of yours, isn ' t he? That ' s alright Perkins " (this to the chauffeur, who had instinctively applied his brakes). " Guess he ' s strong enough to walk. Empty-headed mastadon ! ' ' " Father! " cried Lucille, shocked at the unexpected vigor of his words. " Humph! " grunted her proud par- ent. Silenced, Lucille — a slender little morsel in velvet and fur — shrank into one luxuriously -upholstered corner, her cheek pressed against the glass, and her eyes seeking solace in the crowds that flashed by. " Humph! " repeated the Great Fi- nancier, Ajax-like. It wasn ' t at all nice of the Great Financier to act this way toward his daughter — that ' s sure. And although he has no doubt created an unfavora- ble impression thus far, you musn ' t think that he was always as surly. But, like all the other great financiers you read about, he was immensely wealthy. Hence the gruffness. (For in stories, this quality seems insepara- bly associated with private ears and mutton-chop whiskers.) He had en- countered little real difficulty in accu- mulating a fortune ; doubling and treb- ling it, and then doubling that, how- ever, had been the cause to him of some little worry. No doubt his vigorous, practical, money-making mind was even then grappling with some colossal financial problem — which was, indeed, the case, as you ' ll find out in a minute. At such times his company was prefer- able only to that of a grizzly with la grippe. A rather timid voice issued from the dusky corner. " I don ' t see why you are so preju- diced against Robert, " it said. " He ' s — he ' s awfully nice. Just because he plays football — " " What ' s that? " demanded the Great Financier suddenly. " Just — because — he plays football. Most people consider it an accomplish- ment. ' ' 78 THE REDWOOD 79 " Accomplislmient ! ' ' grunted the Great Financier. " So ' s crocheting. " " Now, Dad, that ' s silly, and you know it ! " " Silly? What ' s sillier than a bunch of big, husky loafers throwing each other around, and calling it ' sport ' ? If they ' d pay half as much attention to developing their brains as they do to developing their biceps, college educa- tion wouldn ' t be the joke it is today! " " You know you wouldn ' t have a son-in-law that had never been to col- lege. You went yourself, didn ' t you? " " Of course I went. And what ' s more, I spent my time as though it was worth something. When I got through, I knew something besides how to play football, you may take it from me. Exercise is all right — play golf when you ' re old — that ' s when you 7ieed ex- ercise. You understand that I ' m not prejudiced against a college graduate for a son-in-law, but my son-in-law has to have something in the line of con- versation besides his forty-yard punts and the last big game! " " Robert has a lot of conversation — you know that. " " Never heard him use it, then. Most of the time he ' s ruining your mother ' s grand piano, or else grinding cigarette ashes into the rugs. And when you haven ' t pulled up every rug in the house and started the Victrola, you ' re sitting beside the fire in profound sil- ence. Guess you two are too poetic for words. " " Father! I never in my life heard you talk like that! You said yourself that Robert has loads of polish. " " If I did it was because I ' d been smelling his cigarettes and wasn ' t ac- countable. But if that ' s polish — get me a nice, uncut delivery-boy. At least he ' d be capable of earning six dollars a week! " Lucille sighed in impotent vexation. A street light, shining through the plate glass, showed her face to be very white. Evidently the Great Financier was not alone in h is wrath. In the silence that followed, blocks sped by in quick succession. The con- straint became embarassing. Even the Great Financier, who is not supposed to be pronouncedly susceptible to such things, felt the discomfort of its pres- ence. " Humph! " he grunted, by way of preliminary. Lucille answered with silence. " Who are you having to dinner? " demanded her sire. " I beg pardon? " (this suddenly, with inflectional apologies.) " Don ' t be formal with me, young lady! " ordered the Great Financier, " I said, who are you having to din- ner? " " Only Robert. " " Robert again, eh? Suppose he ' ll be moving his manicure set into the Winter Room next. Well, your guests are your own affairs, but just the same — . I ' ve a lot of business to go over tonight. Anyone else but ' Robert ' — . " " Why, Father — you ' re so terribly 80 THE REDWOOD silly! You know very well that after dinner you ' ll steal away to your study, and lock the door, and smoke cigars until you can ' t see across the room. You ' 11 not see Robert another minute ! Why did you say that? " The Great Financier caught a glimpse of his daughter ' s eyes. They swam in tears. He coughed rather un- comfortably. " Well, " he began bravely, but quickly faltered. " Perhaps I shouldn ' t have, after all. You — you see, I ' ve been pretty much worried lately — deal I want to put across — you know. Kind of nervous — grouchy — all that. Musn ' t be mad at your old Daddy, will you, honey? He ' s — he ' s an old bear — grouch — crab — everything that — ' ' With this capitulation, it took the Great Financier ' s Daughter no time at all to find her way into the parental corner and the parental arms. " See here, " he protested in a muf- fled voice, " must ' s knock the new hat about, you know. " " Have to punish the old bear! " she cried happily. " Brand new Stetson, that. But just the same, some punishment — some pun- ishment ! ' ' And so for a time the limousine ' s dark interior had something of a shoe- and-riee appearance. One looked for white ribbons streaming behind. " And you don ' t think — Robert ' s — at all — like you said — do you? " she crooned softly, her words rendered sta- catto by quick, bird-like kisses. " You don ' t think — any less of him — because he plays — football — do you? " " Well, " gasped her victim, " guess he ' s not so bad. Might wear red neck- ties. Better look out, now — we ' re nearly home, and you ' re liable to start a scandal. " One had to admit that Robert War- ren looked intelligent. Moreover, he gave the impression of possessing in- telligence that was backed up by con- siderable brute strength. Tall, blond, handsome, broad-shouldered — he was decidedly good to look upon. And so Lucille thought as he strode across the great hall to where she smiled tremb- lingly in the living-room door. Her breath fluttered just a trifle as he caught up her hands. Of course he cried , " Lucille " (with a thrill in his voice), and of course she whispered " Robert! " (with a thrill in hers), for they hadn ' t seen each other since early that afternoon and they wanted to make sure, I sup- pose, that their eyes were not playing them tricks. However, he did not kiss her. The reason for this was that just at the crucial moment the Great Finan- cier came down the stairs. Y ou see the Great Financier ' s Daughter and the College Hero were very much in love with one another. (Hence the trem- ble-y smile and the fluttering breath.) But as yet the College Hero had not ventured to broach the possibility of a connubial combination to the Great Financier. Therefore it was scarcely politic to do such things — openly. THE REDWOOD 81 " Evening, my boy, " quoth the Man of Millions on his way by. " Good evening, sir, " returned Rob- ert. The smoking-room door closed be- hind the Great Financier ' s rather port- ly figure. " Lucille! " Robert ' s voice was a husky whisper. " Yes? " " I ' m not really asleep, am I ? " " I hope not — why? " " He called me ' my hoy ' J " said he in accents gleeful. " Don ' t be too optimistic! " warned the Great Financier ' s Daughter. " But at least you ' ll have to admit that there ' s encouragement in the words? " asked Robert anxiously. " At least that, " she conceded. " Why the change of heart, I won- der? Last night, when I facetiously cried ' Here again ' , he couldn ' t have looked more disgusted if I had told him a second-hand Ford story. " " Perhaps, " suggested Lucille, " a good angel has been handling your press notices. " " Have you been talking to him? " " We ' ll sit down and I ' ll tell you the thrilling tale. " So they did, and she did, and Robert registered " Hope Renewed. " " Tonight ' s the night! " he cried, jumping up, " I ' ll beard him in his den after dinner, and tell him seriously how good I am. " " You ' re sure you ' re not too hasty? Well — I hope the roast is good, for your sake. " " He ' ll never call me ' my boy ' again until he hands me a pass book. So I ' ll strike while Father ' s cool. " Suddenly timorous, she caught hold of his lapels and whispered: " Please be nice to me at dinner. It may the last — for us — " Robert wilted visibly. " Great heavens, Lucille! " he ex- claimed, " you ' re optimistic! I don ' t think you want me to ask him at all, and then you ' ll never have to marry me. " " After I looked my best for you all last winter? " she laughed. " If you get away now it will be because I ' m totally crippled! " And as the smoking-room door re- mained closed, they remedied the omis- sion caused by her father ' s premature arrival a few minutes earlier. Fortunately, the roast was good. So, too, was the soup, and the entree, and the salad, and the dessert, and all the other fixings. Or at least they seemed so to Robert. Perhaps this happy state was due in a measure to the fact that each time the Great Fi- nancier would intone a remark by growling: " Humph! " Robert would feel a reassuring pressure of his fingers under the table. With the coffee, the Great Financier produced two of his specially made, forbidding-looking perfectos. " Have a real smoke, " he ordered. " These cigarettes of yours put me in mind of a lost soul giving satisfaction. " " Thank you, no, " returned Robert, " I ' m not smoking now. " 82 THE REDWOOD " Not smoking, eh? Training, or some such fool stunt, what? " " Yes, sir. There ' s a game tomor- row, and a chap can ' t run far on car- bonated lungs and lobster Newburg. " " Quite true — quite true. Well, hope you ' ll excuse me. Have some work to do — rather pressing. ' ' He knocked twenty-five cents worth of ashes from his cigar. " By the way " (after receiving a dutiful kiss from his daughter) " drop into my study before you leave. Like to see you a minute — be so kind. " And with that he withdrew, leaving in his wake the odor of choice habana and general consternation. Reaching the living-room, Robert looked at the G-reat Financier ' s Daugh- ter for the first time. There were sun- dry strange emotions spread over his countenance. Lucille mirrored his per- plexity. " don ' t know, " she ventured, in an- swer to his mute inquiry. In silence she seated herself upon the mahogany piano-bench. Likewise mute, Robert followed her example, economizing as much as possible in the matter of space. So far we ' ve taken the Great Finan- cier ' s Daughter pretty much for grant- ed. That is to say, we have ' nt speci- fically stated that her eyes were large and luminous, her mouth red and allur- ing, her hair — sleeked back from her forehead to utilize to the full a fasci- nating " widow ' s peak " — uncomprom- isingly black. It might be well at this point to mention these things, also that she wore a chic dinner gown that might have been blue. Because it was the combination of all these " individualiz- ing details " together with a faint, fresh body-scent and the pressure of her bare shoulder against his own (not bear, of course) that caused him sud- denly to abandon his one-fingered as- sault on " So Long Letty " and ask ruefully : " Do you think that he ' s — that he will—? " He stopped, partly because it was a difficult thing to say, and partly be- cause, just at the place where the lit- tle dash is, the Great Financier ' s Daughter lifted her big, smoky eyes to his face, and made the saying harder. ' ' I don ' t know ! ' ' she wailed in a small voice, " I don ' t know! " " Guess that ' s what it must be. Grand bounce — and all — eh? " " Oh, Robert! " " Lucille, dear — I couldn ' t give you up ! " They remained that way until Rob- ert ' s fore-arm alighted on the piano key-board and the consequent crash brought them back to earth. " Well, " he began eventually, " It must be done. Do you think he ' s fall- en asleep yet? " " Oh, I hope not! " she cried. " If you wake him — " As you can see, words failed her. " Ah, " groaned unhappy Robert. ' ' This is Fate ' s irony ! ' ' He straightened his tie. " Are you going? " she asked. THE REDWOOD 83 " Yes! " lie cried. He straightened his tie again. " Do be careful, won ' t you — dear? " " Heavens — he ' s not carniverous ? " " No, but — the stairs are so long, and steep — " " What say? " demanded Robert with some concern. She compromised : " You won ' t — loose your temper? " " Well, " he replied magnaminiously, " I ' ll try not to. " " Please don ' t, for my sake. He ' s simply terrible when he ' s really angry. He threw a perfectly mammoth insur- ance agent down-stairs only last week. " " Lucille! " he exclaimed, so sharply that she started nervously. " What is it? " " If you want my hand in marriage, I ' ve simply got to have a chance, that ' s all. Why, I never knew your father was an ogre ! I ' ve got to go into that study of his, and brave death ! ' ' Rob- ert paused and gulped gloomily. " And I ' m doing it for you, and I think you you should inspire me a bit. Lie to me! " " Well, " she ventured, " he may not be so terribly angry. But remember to keep your temper, and remember that — I ' m waiting for you. " " I ' ll remember, alright. And I hope you ' ll remember to put some pillows at the bottom of the stairs. " " Oh, my Bobby! " she cried. " Never mind, dear, " he said sooth- ingly, as he counted the number of over her shoulder. A few minutes later he again straightened his tie, and with these few preliminaries, mounted the great staircase to the Great Financier ' s fumed-oak study. If, on reaching the fatal portal, Rob- ert had merely leaned against it, his leaping heart would have saved him the trouble of knocking. But in a moment such as that, who has the presence of mind to think of the con- servation of energy? Certainly not Robert. He therefore announced his arrival in the customary way, and upon being requested, entered. Behind a great, flat-topped mahog- any desk, piled high with masses of correspondence, glowered the Great Financier. Idol-like, he was shrouded in a soul-shrivelling blue smoke-cloud. A martyr fresh-haled from the gloom of the Catacombs, Robert stood tremb- ling before the dread tribunal. " Humph! " growled the Great Fi- nancier. Robert swallowed his heart. " I beg your pardon? " he quavered. " I say, sit down! " Robert ' s nether limbs trembled with gratitude as he relieved them of their burden. There was an eternity of silence. " I suppose, " began the Great Fi- nancier at last, " that you want to marry my daughter? " " I want to marry — that is, yes sir. " " Thought as much. You two are pretty crazy about one another. Sup- pose you love her, and all that? " Robert nodded silently. 84 THE REDWOOD " Not gushing about it, anyway. Well, alright — rather not have you too eloquent on the subject. I know how good she is. Know you ' d ask sooner or later, so I thought I ' d beat you to it. " The Great Financier made a neat in- cision in the tip of another cigar and lighted it. " Well, " he said finally, " what can you do? " " What can I — ? " repeated the Col- lege Hero, blankly. " Oh, yes! You want to know what I can do? To be sure. I — let me see — " He seemed inclined to ponder the subject as though arranging his vari- ous abilities in order to facilitate pres- entation. Then came a happy thought. " I — ah — well you see, I intend to be- come a lawyer ! " " A lawyer, eh? That ' s fine. Every other young scamp in the United States will say the same. Too bad they don ' t tell the truth. Lawyers! Humph ! ' ' " But sir, there ' s always room at the top. " " Oh yes — quite so. You ' re prepar- ing, then, to take the place your talents entitle you to, eh? I see. " Robert attempted a light, self-as- sured laugh. " You play football at college, " stat- ed the Grand Inquisitor. " I ' ve made the Varsity thi-ee years in succession, " replied Robert with pardonable pride. ' ' Three years, eh ? " " Yes, sir. " " Well, well! Quite a showing! " The Great Financier leaned across the table. " The trouble with you, young man, is that you ' ve been throwing away time that will be so valuable when you attain the vise of reason that you ' ll wonder why you didn ' t put it in a safe-deposit box. You ' ve been playing football. Alright. You ' ve built yourself up until you ' re })ig enough to be a man. Fine. You ' ve knocked around town and acquired some knowledge of the ways of the world. Valuable enough. But listen to me : — Could you start in tomorrow and earn enough to keep my daughter and yourself? " " Oh well, you see, sir, " protested Robert, " that ' s hardly fair to ask. I haven ' t finished my schooling as yet. Besides, I have a little capital that will keep us until I get started. " " Little capital, eh? " " Only twenty thousand, but enough — " " More than I had— more than I had. Well, I don ' t know — . You see, if you had any practical knowledge! Of course, you can acquire that, but blast it, I haven ' t any proof of your abil- ity. " The Great Financier lowered his voice to its Directors ' Meeting pitch. " This law stuff is alright to know. But not to follow. Get me? Now if you had a fair knowledge of law, and a good deal of practical, every-day common sense, I might ar- range — . No, I don ' t suppose — . Still, a man such as I want could be a great help to me. I ' m getting older THE REDWOOD 85 than I was — " His hand slapped the mahogany. " I ' ll tell you what I ' ll do, " he cried. " Here ' s the corre- spondence relative to a deal I ' m trying to swing right now. I ' ll admit it ' s a tough proposition, but if you get my daughter you ' ll have to be a good man. Now, siippose you take this corre- spondence — look it over — map out a campaign. If you get away with it, alright. If yow don ' t ' — I ' D kick you down-stairs ' " Robert outdid Arnold Daly ' s best when, with an air of fervid, enthusias- tic determination, he grasped the Great Financier ' s hand and cried: " Done, by George! " And thus it was that a moment or two later, with the mysterious docu- ments safe in his breast pocket, and his young hopes soaring away on tire- less wings, the budding young financier found his way from the Inquisition Chamber and down the broad stairs. As promised, Lucille was waiting for him in the big living-room. She arose at his entrance, and stood before him, her eyes filled with questioning. " Did he — did he — ? " she ventured. " He did, " replied Robert bitterly. " Oh! " she cried faintly, and straightway commenced to weep on the bosom of his dress shirt. He drew her to a great tapestry-covered divan and there comforted her as best he could. " Tell me — all about it, " she re- quested after a time. ' ' There ' s not much to tell, ' ' he began gloomily. " All he did was to hand me the labors of Hercules in condensed form. ' ' When he had narrated the minutes of the fatal meeting, she looked into his eyes with new-born hope. " Do you know, " she said simply, " I believe you can do it? " " Do you honestly think so? " he asked, wonderingly. " I believe you can do — anything! " Robert ' s chest expanded consider- ably. " At that, " he conceded, " Columbus was an Italian. " The following day was Saturday, and in observance of a custom that had prevailed since that remote day when Lucille chewed gum openly, the Great Financier and his daughter lunched together. Luncheon over, they enter- ed the Great Financier ' s big, shiny limousine. Lucille murmured a direc- tion to the chauffeur. Unsuspecting, the Great Financier sank back with his one-afternoon-a-week monchalance. " Wliat is it this afternoon, honey, — park — matinee — ? ' ' " We ' re going to the football game, " calmly replied his daughter. " What? " shouted her parent. " Yes, " she repeated firmly, being quite prepared for this eruption. " We ' re going to the football game. Now, Daddy, you always let me pick out our Saturday afternoon saunter- ings before, and so you mustn ' t com- plain. Robert, you know, is playing today. ' ' " Oh, he is, is he? " growled the Great Financier, " and do I have to go 86 THE REDWOOD and see him eoverting about with his — his fellow sufferers? " ' ' You should take enough interest in your future son-in-law to watch him play, at least once. " " Future son-in-law? Hardly! I gave him a job last night that will re- quire more than a football intellect, believe me. " " You shouldn ' t say these things, Dad. I picked him out, you know, and I picked him out for myself. You want to remember that. " " That ' s so, by George — you did! " her father exclaimed. ' ' He must have something behind him, even if he does try to dissimulate. " " Of course he has, Dad. " She made the statement with a simple earnest- ness that caused her father to glance quickly toward her. " Do you know, " she went on, " the poor dear stayed up until all hours last night working on that pile of letters and things you gave him? He said he probably wouldn ' t play well today on that account. " " Humph! " snorted the Great Finan- cier, " too bad! " " You mustn ' t be surprised if he does succeed, you know. " " Surprised? I ' ll drop dead! But why this confidence? " His daughter colored the least bit as she replied: " Please remember that there will be a wedding at our house, in that happy event. ' ' Growling, futilely protesting, the Great Financier was installed in his twenty-seven cubic inches of the great seething stadium. On his right he was assailed by the fumes from a pale col- legian ' s cigarettes; behind him was perched a fiend incarnate who rained confetti down the back of his neck. At last he broke into actual mutiny. " See here, Lucille, " he exclaimed in apologetic tones, " I can ' t stand this! It ' s awful — barbarous — outrageous ! ' ' " Now, father! " soothed his daugh- ter. " Can ' t stand it, I till you! Cramped in here like a bloody sardine. Imbe- ciles on all sides ! Glorious afternoon ! ' ' With his words a great shout swept over the crowded stands. In the green arena below the two teams had ap- peared. " Look, Daddy, " cried Lucille, grate- ful for the diversion. " There they are ! ' ' " Look at ' em! " snorted the sire, ' ' Inspiring sight ! ' ' " And there ' s Robent! " she cried. The irate old gentleman next to her felt a little thrill at her tone. He turned and gave her a strange glance. " Humph! Not a bad looking young- ster. Strong enough to work, any- way. " In the turf bowl below there were the usual preliminaries. Then a pistol cracked, the ball sailed down the field, and the game was on. Backwards and forwards swept the play. Vocally barometric, the frenzied rooters registered the tide of battle — its rise and fall, the breathless periods of suspense, the agonizing periods of attacks sustained and repelled. THE REDWOOD 87 It is not the game itself, however, that is of such importance to us. In fact our interest in it ceases when, shortly after the commencement of play, the referee ' s whistle blows, and men with wicker-covered demijohns and medicine cases scurry across the turf where a lone figure writhes prostrate. A little group quickly gath- ers. A cursory examination is made. Then strong arms lift the now motion- less figure, and carry it toward the door of the training quarters. A new man trots onto the field, touches the referee on the shoulder, the whistle blows, and the game begins again. If there is any doubt as to the iden- tity of the injured man it should be dispelled when Lucille, turning quickly pale, siezes her father ' s arm and whis- pers : " It ' s Robert ! ' ' " Well, well! " exclaimed the Great Financier, his voice not altogether free from anxiety, " so it is! Fortunes of war though. Takes a chance, of course. " Lucille had already risen. " Where are you going T ' demanded her father. " Come! " she commanded. " What — what — " protested the Great Financier; " We ' ll have to go! " she cried, im- patiently, " I love that man! " The Great Financier rose, and fol- lowed. Robert Warren was from out-of- town, and had no relatives at hand. So when the group of pale, anxious-look- ing young chaps withdrew they left Lucille, her father, and a doctor alone in the room where he lay, white, and for the most part, silent. " For the most part " is used, because at inter- vals he spoke — wildly — of strange things. Unlike the majority of light- fiction heroes in similar circumstances, in his wanderings he did not re-play the game, or disclose the secret of the stolen signals; neither did he call hoarsely on his team-mates for greater efforts. Instead, he talked of reserve funds, time-loans, collateral securities, compound interest, sinking funds, ne- gotiable paper, and so on. Which was not really startling when you recollect that his mind had been saturated with such things until two o ' clock that morning. At length his eyes fluttered open. They rested for a moment upon the sweet, tender face of the Great Finan- cier ' s Daughter, then moved to that (not so sweet, and not so tender) of the G. F. himself. Then they slowly fluttered shut again. You see Robert Warren was by now perfectly well aware that he had been knocked silly. He closed his eyes merely to collect his thoughts a bit. He was as yet a little afraid to trust himself. He wanted to believe that Lu- cille ' s face was wreathed in the hap- piest of smiles — the smile that he could right ly look for only when the mezzo- soprano sang " 0, Promise Me! " (which was the impression — and nat- urally a rather startling one — that he had gathered.) But what to him was even more startling was that he 88 THE REDWOOD thought he had seen the Great Finan- cier himself, fatherly anxiety blended with smiling benignity as he bent over the prostrate hero and chanted: " You ' re alright, my boy — you ' re alright. " On re-opening his eyes he was somewhat surprised to find this impression correct. At length he found his voice. " Initiate me, please! " he entreated, faintly. " Bobby, dear, " whispered Lucille, her lips close to his ear, " we don ' t have to — worry — anymore ! ' ' " You mean — that we — ? " " You and I are going to be mar- ried, just as soon as — " " Just as soon as you really come to, " broke in the Great Financier. Robert ' s eyes again fluttered shut. " Now I know I ' m crazy! " he wailed. " But talk some more — I like it. " " We shouldn ' t be exciting you like this, poor dear. But here ' s what know: You were unconscious for a long time. You began to talk — about the wierdest things, — bonds, and leins, and — and — things. Then you began to talk about what was in those papers. last night. And then you said — well, something, and Dad said, ' He ' s yours ! ' " Robert gasped wonderingly. " said something — really intelli- gent? What was it? " " You were dreadfully profane, " she demured, " perhaps you had better tell him. Daddy. " " Nothing profane, at all, " assured the Great Financier, " simply said: ' tell that Northwestern gang to go to hell! ' " His voice rose to a triumph- ant shout. " And that ' s just what I ' ll do, by George ! Should have thought of it myself — but I didn ' t. So you win. Bob, my boy. " The Great Financier ' s Daughter was smiling mistily as she kissed Robert ' s hand. As for the Hero himself, he swallowed rather hard, once or twice, then asked rather fearfully: ' ' You ' re sure — there ' s — no mis- take? " " Mistake? " growled the Great Fi- nancier, " not at all. If you can hit the nail on the head like that while you ' re dippy, I want you in the family — even if you ' re never rational! " F. Buckley McGurrin. At lEu nttd H ! tKe ligKt burns low, vT And tKe after-glow {$) Of tKe sinking sun just tints tKe West ; TKe stars still sleep, In tKe azure deep. And tKe birds are KusKed in tKeir downy nest. ' Tis a K0I37 time, And tKe cKurcK-bells cKime A gentle summons to peace and prayer; From tKe toils of sin. From tKe dross and din, In tKe busy mart of tKe world ' s great care. ' Tis a restful Kour, Tet strong in power ; And our Kearts are glad ' neatK its sootKing sway ; For tKey pulsed and tKrilled, And were nigK o ' erfilled, WitK tKe traffic and trials of feverisK day. AK ! we love tKe rest, Of tKe twiligKt blest, WitK its nodding flower and vesper song ; WitK its gentle peace, And its sweet surcease. Of Kurry and pusK ' mid tKe pressing tKrong. WKen tKe deepening sKade, Over Kill and glade. Forms a mantle gray o ' er tKe tKrobbing world ; And we speed away, Past tKe gates of day, WKere tKe banners of peace are all unfurled. And our souls grow strong. And are glad witK song, And quicken to life wKat is brigKt and best ; For tKe Good God ' s love. Draws our tKougKts above. To tKe Kome of His Heart and perfect rest. S. J. OTHNIE 89 SANTA CLARA AND RUGBY N the late fall of 1905, when the football season of the country was draw- ing to a close, and in the early spring of the fol- lowing year a nation- wide agitation was on foot to abolish, or at least to greatly modify football. In- juries and deaths were the cause of this sudden and universal cry for the ostracism of the American footballer. There is in our library an old scrap- book. And turning over the well-worn pages of this valuable relic one comes to page after page of clippings from numerous papers published in Novem- ber, 1905, containing opinions of heads of institutions, fathers, students and editors, all proscribing the American game of football. And, strange to say, foremost in this vigorous denunciation one finds the University of California. Well, all were of the opinion that football should be done away with; some prescribed no substitute ; others did. But in this substitute again there was a difference of opinion. Some were for strenuous modifications in the American game, some were for Soccer, some would supersede all football by military drill, and some advocated the English game of Rugby. This last, they said, combined all the good feat- ures of the old game, while it elimin- ated the bad. Moreover, we were told, American football was really a degen- erate form of Eugby. While this agitation was going on throughout the country generally, it seems that California was the only place where the matter developed any- thing like action. Whether it was that in other states other institutions could not agree upon a suitable substitute, or whether they had not the courage of their convictions, or whether the pre- judice in favor of American football v as too strongly rooted, does not seem to be clear, nor does it now concern us. At any rate, and this is what concerns us, the principal institutions of learn- ing in California bade farewell, for- ever, as they said, to American foot- ball, and adopted Rugby. Among the foremost in denouncing the American game, and among the first to favor the introduction of Rug- by was Father Richard Gleeson, the then President of Santa Clara. As a result Santa Clara with Stanford and California, played its first season of Rugby in 1906. And let me say that never has she regretted the change. Since that time she has come up year by year in the athletic world, until now she stands at the top. And this year her efforts are to be crowned with success. Santa Clara has found Rugby admir- ably suited to her needs ; she has found it an ideal college sport. It is a game 90 THE REDWOOD 91 that all can play, and is not restricted to the comparatively few huskies. In the nine years that she has played it, not a single serious accident has re- sulted. It is a game that affords exer- cise to all in the after-school recreation when the mind, worn out by applica- tion, feels the need of something more strenuous than pool or poker. " With six organized teams in the field, something unheard of and un- dreamt in the old game, Santa Clara feels that Rugby is the only game for her. Her Varsity, Second Varsity, Mountain Leaguers, Preps, Second Preps, and Midgets, all go to prove that Rugby is popular and strong at the old Institution, and that it is here to stay as long as teams will be found in the State to play it with her. Victor V. White, S. J., Moderator of Athletics. DO FIGURES SPEAK? EDITOR ' S NOTE — The following calculations were accurately made by Archie Rice, of Palo Alto, from games at Berkeley and at Stanford University. Features- Field length, ft 300 Field width, ft.. Men on team Subs permitted Referees Line-ups Men tackled Fell on ball Players hurt Runs — .- Forward passes Running side Am. Rugby 300 330 160 225 11 15 33 3 2 1 108 70 105 81 8 26 4 3 33 81 5 97 Line bucks 66 — Kickoffs 4 15 Ground kicks .._ 2 178 Drop kicks 6 Place kicks 4 20 Punts down field .._ 17 56 Punts into touch 1 24 Cross field punts 6 Penalties _ 15 11 Yards penalized 225 — Yards by high kicks 645 2376 Yards by ground kicks 182 Yards by f ' r ' d passes 26 Yards by carrying ball 660 Total yards 1513 Total plays 130 Touch-downs 3 Goals kicked Goals missed 4 Safety touchdown 1 Points scored 20 Minutes played 60 815 1518 4709 340 18 14 6 55 Dash ( — ) indicates no such rugby feature. These two recent games fairly rep- resent the playing percentages that ap- ply to the like features under each code. The fastest American game may go 220 plays and advance the ball 2500 yards, while the fastest rugby game will run 375 plays and advance the ball 5500 yards. Rugby is played on a 55 per cent larger field by 37 per cent more men, and is twice as fast. t g tam0lau0 Editor ' s Mote — TKe following verses describe tKe well-known apparition to tKe PolisK boy saint of tbe Society of Jesus. He is tKe patron of youtK, and by a coincidence our big Rugby game falls on his Feast Day, November 13th. I. Far, far from tKe friends he must ne ' er see again — No mother to smooth his hard pillow of pain ; In a heretic house, under heretic sway, • Young Stanislaus ' life is fast ebbing away ; His veins drained with thirst, his soul thirsting much more For a priest— but no priest may now enter that door. The bread of angels to bring him — his love and his life. And his strengthening stay in his last mortal strife, O Kostka, dear Kostka, how ruthless is man , To place on thy longing blind bigotry ' s ban ! Must thou die unembraced by thy soul ' s cherished Love? No — what cold earth denies thee, grants heaven above. What light on a sudden illumines the room. As tho ' brilliancy leaped from the dark of the tomb ? Two angels from heaven and St. Barbara are there, Bending o ' er him in sweetness, as they hold in midair Before his blest vision the Spouse of his soul. Of all his heart ' s longing the centre and goal. Up to heaven was wrapt the apostle indeed. But heaven comes down to this boy in his need. In rapture he gazes on Him who once trod This earth to become our Eucharistical God. Now, child, he is thine, and thy heart is on fire ; Thou art one with thy Jesus in deed and desire. And now thou art ready, whene ' er His behest. To begin thy last journey with Him in thy breast. 92 THE REDWOOD 93 II. The days and the nights — oh ! how tedious they ghde, For the child to and fro tossed on fever ' s hot tide ! His spirit that flutters ' gainst its flesh-prison bars, How it longs to spring upward beyond the bright stars ! But again beams that light, brighter far than before — Is it noonday escaped from eternity ' s shore ? O heaven of heavens ! Kostka ! say can it be That the Virgin and Child are communing with thee ? See her lay her Sweet Babe on his breast undeflled. While the Spirit of Love hovered o ' er them and smiled ; Lip to lip, cheek to cheek, the angel boy and his God ! What mortal more favored who e ' er this earth trod ? John pillowed his head a brief space on Christ ' s breast. But on Kostka ' s Christ lies as a dove in its nest. So unwonted the vision the celestial choirs Amazed, ceased to sing to their heaven-tuned lyres. For thee, blessed youth, earth possesses no charms ; What wonder since Heaven lies locked in thy arms ? O what tears of fond rapture gush forth from his eyes ! From his bosom seraphic how ardent his sighs ! His heart is wild-throbbing, his soul is on fire, Of rapture ' s delight must the boy needs expire ? Nay, afresh on his cheek bloom health ' s roses again, And the joy of youth ' s vigor throbs free in each vein. O favored of heaven ! small marvel thou ' rt well ; How grateful thy bosom, let other tongues tell. JOHN WALSH FROM THE COACH EGARDING this year ' s Varsity and its chances for success in the final struggle with Stanford, we secured the following from Coach Tommy Ybarrondo : ' ' Ability, quick-think- ing, and rugby knowledge go hand- in-hand on Santa Clara ' s team. These attributes, or a combina- tion of them, constitute what is commonly known as ' football instinct ' . Rugby requires a lot of it. Indeed, it has required the experience of ten years to make the resourceful players of this year ' s Varsity. With a few exceptions all have played rugby since its adoption in California, while others have played nothing excepting the English game. " Stanford is similarly situated; a fact which makes her a most formid- able opponent. However, the famous old Santa Clara fighting-spirit seems to have reached its zenith in this year ' s team. Its union with the other quali- ties foreshadows success on November thirteenth. " In the preliminary games already has been seen the dogged determina- tion that invariably characterizes a winning team. The willingness to work has been displayed with gratifying fre- quency. Time and again the whistle for the end of practice has been heard by ears that were anything but glad- dened at the sound. It is this good, hard, conscientious work that will bring ultimate success. " Another gratifying feature of the team, and one which is really invalua- ble, is the harmony that prevails in every quarter. Although competition for positions is of the keenest possible nature, the unselfish co-operation of each member of the squad to make the final fifteen a powerful, efficient unit, is ideal. " I can find only words of praise and thanks for the squad, and say that I consider myself indeed fortunate in having so willing, unselfish, and brainy a bunch with which to work. " To Rudy Sholtz, the captain, will fall the direction of the team upon the field. I am confident that he will prove to be an unfailing source of in- spiration to the rest of the team upon which Santa Clara pins her faith, when that team meets Stanford on No- vember thirteenth. " THOS. YBARRONDO, Coach of Athletics. FROM THE CAPTAIN E are drawing close to the greatest event in the annals of Santa Clara athletics. The event to which we have looked forward so long; the event for which we have patiently toiled and worked; the event for which we have fought and sacrificed that in the end we might say, — " We have conquered. " The training we have gone through in the past ten weeks has changed the team from a crude, awkward fifteen that did not work with one other, to a smooth fast rugby machine, that has not acknowledged any equal to the present time, and which we are confi- dent will not have to acknowldege it on November 13. It is a team that is cap- able in every way of standing the acid test which will be imposed upon it on the day we meet Stanford. A great deal of credit goes to Coach Ybarrondo for the moulding of this machine, and we deem ourselves for- tunate indeed in having one who is second to none when it comes to im- parting the knowledge of rugby to his proteges. A short time ago a gentleman came to me and asked me how it was that such a small school as Santa Clara could meet a giant institution like Stanford, whose Herculean proportions in comparison to Santa Clara, is great- er than that of Goliath to David. I told him, as any other Santa Clara man would do, that it was the fighting Santa Clara Spirit, the spirit that gets behind a project, no matter what it is, and pushes it until it has attained the object for which it has striven, — SUC- CESS. It is the spirit that has charac- terized Santa Clara from the time that it was founded by that great man and priest. Father Junipero Serra, in 1777, to the present day. That is the reason why we are able to send our team against Stanford, ex- horting them to go into the game with their whole heart, fighting to the last whistle, knowing that the students are with them. And that is why, we ex- pect, — nay, more than expect, — why we know that they must return victors from the greatest rugby battle ever fought in the United States. RUDIE SCHOLTZ, Captain of Varsity Football Team. 95 THE DUNDONALD DESTROYER ment in the UMPH! " This came from a corpulent, bushy-eye- browed man sitting in his chair in an office de- partment of the ' ' Times ' ' building in London. The cause of this ejacu- lation was an announce- ' Times ' ' ; — in immense headlines, " Germans Capture Copen- hagen ! Formal Surrender of Den- mark ! Germans on Way to England ! ' ' This was in June, 1916. The great war was then at its height. Denmark, Norway and Sweden cast their lot with the allies, while Spain sided in with Germany through the promise of an immense award. Italy protested against the use of dum-dum bullets that the Germans were hurling against the French at Trent. Germany replied with a very stinging retort, refusing all explanations, so Italy joined the Allies. After this there was a seeming lull in hostilities, because the Germans were about to start a military maneu- ver which would destroy the allies. The German fleet was cruising around France while the Austrian army was driving the Italians back to Ven- ice. Germany then sent part of her fleet through Gibraltar, which had been previously captured by her air- ships having dropped deadly gas bombs on this immense fort. Though the Germans could not occupy the fort, yet they could keep the English from retaking it. Meanwhile they dropped an immense number of fulmin- ate of silver bombs upon this ponder- ous rock and mighty as it was, it be- gan to show the effects of the fire. The Kaiser had the advantage over the Allies through an astounding re- inforcement of nature. For exactly as the famous Spanish Armada in the days of Elizabeth had been routed by the great storm in the English Chan- nel, so now by a prodigous electric dis- charge in the air, by one of those strange repetitions and reversals of his- tory, the English fleet of air vessels are in turn utterly destroyed, to the amazement of the whole world. And furthermore, Germany had in- vented a new aeroplane which worked like a gyroscope. It was circular in shape with many small propellers around the rim. The center of this aeroplane was cupped and held one man with a plentiful supply of bombs. The ring part whirled and the cup part turned slowly. This aeroplane could dart straight up and remain sta- tionary, revolving slowly in the same air plane. A man looking from the side of the car, seemed to see the whole world turn beneath him, whose center or part of least motion could be easily descried. While the car re- 96 THE REDWOOD 97 volved steadily, to one in the car, it seemed as if the whole world were spinning. The point of least motion was directly under the car. This was the point where the bombs fell upon the earth. All the Germans did was to steer the airship directly over a fort and remaining stationary drop any number of bombs down upon it. A peculiar feature of this airship was the fact that at night the revolving lights of a town were enough to give them their aim without the aid of a search- light. The airship was so small and silent that the searchlights of a town could rarely discover it. The Germans hid the secret of their operation and as none of the craft were captured, the Allies did not know the secret of their construction. With these airships on guard, part of the German fleet entered the Medi- terranean Sea and began to bombard Naples. This was followed closely by the allied fleet of England and France which pursued the German division even as far as the Hellespont. Here they paused. The German fleet soon opened hostilities and the combined English and French followed to Constantinople where they met with the greatest surprise of the war. Immense fortifications had been built and enormous supplies of ammu- nition were stored within. In fact, the English and French commanders deemed it impassable so they turned to the Hellespont where they saw fur- ther works. Germany and Turkey had built a hidden fortress on the hills about fifteen miles northeast of Troja. The mammoth siege guns of Germany, the aeroplanes and one hundred war- ships, the cruisers and battleships from the Austrian and Spanish arma- ments blocked the Hellespont. The English and French were trapped. They could not force a passage through the Sea of Marmona, nor obtain sup- plies. On the other hand, if they re- mained in the Sea, the Germans would be unable to capture them. They sent wireless messages to the Allies asking for help. The rest of the warships were engaging all the remaining fleet, Spanish, Austrian and Turkish, these quietly left the Mediterranean and were sailing up the Atlantic to meet the division that had bombarded Co- penhagen. This intention then was to bombard unprotected London and de- stroy the main centers of supplies. Things began to look very black for England. Everywhere the people, when they had read the " Times " pre- diction, could be seen packing up and leaving London. All business ceased and London held its breath ! Deep in a drawer of the strongest subterranean safe where the War Of- fice had hidden its treasures, was a manuscript which contained the world ' s most awful secret of destruc- tion. It was so hideous as to almost blast the human intelligence (at the very thought of its terrific destructive power. It was indeed too awful to be given in control of human hands and brains. It belonged rather to some 98 THE REDWOOD man-hating, world-destroying demon, sent to bring all things to chaos. The whereabouts of this gigantic mystery, the ultimate weapon which England had in reserve, to be used only in mo- ment of direst need, was known alone to her Prime Minister, Joseph Cham- berlain, the commander-in-chief of the land forces, Lord Kitchener, and to the minister ' s turn-coat son, Houston Chamberlain, who had thrown in his lot with the Kaiser. This son never forgot the awful pow- er of this destroyer of Dundonald. He journeyed to foreign lands and later was firmly connected with Germany. Just before the Germans executed their military maneuver, this person and two German officers set forth to England to see if they could steal this invention for Germany. A sentry was patrolling through the corridors of the Archives of the War Department in London, when he was attracted by a light in one of the rooms. Cautiously approaching he saw three dark figures leaning over a safe and by means of an electric torch had just finished cutting it open. " Throw up your hands! " cried the sentry in a loud voice, levelling his gun at one of the figures. With a sharp exclamation the form leaped at the sentry who fired. As the report reverberated through the halls, the man gave a choking gasp and sank to the floor. Immediately one of the two remain- ing men grappled with the sentry while the other one hastily tore open a drawer and drew out a manuscript — The manuscript, and started to run. But the shot of the sentry brought a few soldiers in and the man with the manuscript ran into them. A sharp tussle ensued. A shot, a cry of pain and all was over. The man, flinging aside the document, fell. He was pierced through the heart. Meanwhile the sentry pushed his ad- versary backwards who stumbled over his dead comrade and remained mo- tionless. Excitedly the officers surrounded the sentry and tried to find what the trouble was. All the sentry could tell was that he saw them trying to rifle a safe, so they put them down as com- mon thieves when they reported it at headquarters. None of them had seen the little manuscript thrown back of the door by the dying German until the next day. Geoheffry, a lieutenant, found the manuscript behind the door of the vault-room. He was about to Idck it aside when something strange about the maniiseript excited his curiosity. He stooped down, picked it up, and read it over hastily. The frown that creased his brow gradually was smoothed away and a puzzled expression crossed his face. He came at last to the effects and prob- able reason for the working of the ultra-violet ray. " By means of a parabolic mirror or reflector, the intensified ultra-vio- let ray is concentrated straight ahead to the object which is to be destroyed. THE REDWOOD 99 " It is not exactly tlie ultra-violet ray, but a ray which has been magni- fied out of the ultra-violet ray by the calcium process herein described. " This ray, with proper directors, impinging on any substance will im- mediately separate it into its elements, and then reduce it into powder. " The atoms, of which a substance is made, revolve around each other with inconceivable rapidity. This ray is composed of particles known as elec- trons which are negative electricity and are very much smaller than the atoms. " When the ray is directed against a substance, it electrifies the atoms, giv- ing them more repellant power. Con- sequently the molecules fly apart, re- solving into the component elements which in time, disintegrate into pow- der, and will in time resolve into some negative electricity of immense poten- tiality. ' ' As Geoheffry read this, the tremen- dous possibilities of this weapon in war dazzled his imagination. He took the manuscript and after a little study, bore it to the group of officers who were meeting at the War Office in hoi - ror-strieken consultation, concerning the intimate German invasion. All hope has been given up when Geohef- frey arose and addressed the assembly. " Mr. President, " cried he, " I have in my possession a document describing a wonderful invention by a man named Dundonald, which will save England and annihilate all our enemies ! ' ' Immediately after the description and power of this ray had been read all semblance of order was abandoned. The chairman of the meeting and all the officers flocked about Geoheffry who told where he had found it. All were unanimous that the wonderful discovery be tried at once. Accordingly, the one remaining fac- tory in operation proceeded, at the command of the King, to manufacture the destroyer. Meanwhile reports told how the German fleet had bombarded and cap- tured Amsterdam. They were sup- posed to remain there for a few days, get repairs and supplies and then sail for England. These preparations of the Germans gave the English ample time to per- fect their deadly destroyer and have many of them made for the few re- maining battleships in order to liber- ate the rest of the Allies from the Hel- lespont. The destroyer had been tested out secretly and completely satisfied the officers as to its deadly effects and simplicity of operation. Several of the machines were put in a battery five miles from London and were ready for the German fleet just as they entered the Thames. It was midnight when the officers stationed at the battery of destroyers sighted the German fleet approaching. All lights were blazing brightly, for the Teutons feared no opposition. Soon the fleet was near enough to be fired upon and the English officers in charge of the battery of rays, ut- 100 THE REDWOOD tered the words tliat re-echoed around the world and marked the downfall of Germany : ' ' Turn them loose ! ' ' A buzzing sound and a sputtering like an are light came from the ma- chines, then the calcium nucleus glow- ed with a strange light. As the potenti- ality of the ray increased, a beam of light shot out from the reflectors. This beam was of an intense white light. As the ultra-violet ray is of too rapid a vibration to be seen by the eye, one would naturally suppose that this new ray, many times more rapid even than the ultra-violet, could not be seen. Such was the case. The ray itself could not be seen, but as it passed through the air, it dissolved it with such rapidity that the vibrations of the freed gases were so high as not to produce noise, but light ! This wonderous light seemed like a solid stream of molted metal. The rays were all focused at one point in the river because if they were directed to the land the whole country would have been disintegrated into dust. As the rays hit the water, a strong current could be seen whirling into the void created by the burning ray. The men then directed the rays at the nearest German battleship and proceeded to rake it fore and aft. In ten seconds the ship was no more. The great steel monster of the deep seemed to rise in the air in immense volumes of red brown smoke, rolling in vast low clouds over the startled sea. These clouds were heavily charg- ed with negative electricity and soon rose to the skies in the shape of an im- mense luminous ball. Truly it was a light never seen on land or sea before. Men had discovered an element which almost made him God ! Again the burning ray was played upon the second battleship; upon an- other; and yet another. Soon the white flag of truce flashed up from the nearest battleship. Shortly after- wards, all the others proffered the white symbol of surrender to England. Never had the world seen a naval bat- tle so quickly begun and so quickly ended. The time had come for the end- ing of all wars and the era of univer- sal peace was at hand. Meanwhile, other strange phenom- ena were observed. The air, now heav- ily charged with negative electricity began to affect the people within the radius of fifty miles. Everyone expe- rienced a tight, strangling feeling. The hair stood on end, the eyes under this influence caused the people to see hitherto unknown colors ; the sky, the earth, everything seemed to be bathed in these fateful, unknown, glorious colors. When the German fleet had surren- dered, the command was given to shut off the current. Again a new marvel was observed. The glowing calcium, when cooling, gave out immense quantities of posi- tive electricity and this was discharged in the form of a luminous ball fifty feet in diameter. Sparks, huge and intense were dicharged from the people, ships THE REDWOOD 101 and land to this ball, the great change from negative to normal causing an oscillatory outburst of such rapidity as to cause everything to glow. The people were knocked senseless by the awful force and remained unconscious for several minutes until the earth was normal again. After a few days when all had recov- ered from the effects of their awful experience, the Germans were impris- oned, as the jubilant English sailed in the captive, refurbished ships to the aid of their Allies in the Hellespont. Little remains to be told. Here the air fleet of the Germans was rapidly destroyed, the whole fortifications near Troja and the land for twenty miles around were sent to the heavens as dust. The German squadron sur- rendered after four of their battleships were disintegrated and the rejoicing fleet of England was freed. The war was now at an end. Shortly after this, the electric dust began to show its effects in such a thunder storm as the world had never known. For three months it raged. All the heavens glowed with purple, yel- low, green and every color of light im- aginable. Lightning was rampant. Discharges from mountains, trees. houses and even from people were of common occurrence. The magnetic pole shifted twenty-five times in as many hours and the whole world was in turmoil. The last lightning flash was from the south to the north pole. It blanketed the whole earth with in- tense light, but it was the last of the magnetic storm. Everything returned to normal except for a great fog and heavy rain which lasted five days longer. Such was the power of the great Dundonald destroyer! A meeting of the Ambassadors from all the nations of the earth was held six months later at the Hague. After few deliberations, peace was declared, and a treaty ratified and signed by every one of the officials. Peace was to last for one hundred years, and then if proven satisfactory, at the end of year 2015 it would be re- newed. Ten years have already passed. By universal consent, the Dundonald de- stroyer was itself destroyed, together with the manuscript that told of its making. It was felt that its power was too great for mankind ever to use again. James R. Enright. UNIVERSITY SPIRIT [NIVERSITY spirit is the manifestation of life or energy within the walls of any college campus, pervading the halls, the classrooms, the corri- dors, and the athletic fields, imbuing every student with genuine enthusiasm for his Alma Mater. Every successful uni- versity has this distinctive atmosphere. Doubtless such an atmosphere should be one of plain living, of high think- ing with varied dashes of color from those men who have already achieved the highest in intellectual life, one of mutual help with the struggles and re- wards of after life shining more or less in prospective. College spirit is bi ed by the develop- ment of its college men of the broad, ambitious type, men endowed with the same qualities which characterized those great men of the past, who made nations and unmade others and blazed their own life ' s path through the world solely because of their courage and en- durance, their self-reliance and unlim- ited energy. Co-operation is an essential element characterizing both the development of the college and the college man. Each student in the uinversity, like the several cogs in an intricate and com- plex machine, must conform and co- { 102 operate with the work and require- ments set forth by the college authori- ties to make this college or any college a success. This must ever be foremost in " our thoughts, govern- ing every action in which any circum- stance may place us, whether on the football field, on the baseball field, on the track, in the rooting section or in any other branch of student activity. There are many things which true college spirit will not tolerate: the snob, the cheat in examinations or the tramp in athletics. Snobbishness is a thing opposed to true college spirit. A university is many times judged by the spirit of good fellowship prevailing among its students, and for this rea- son if for no other, the snob not only isolates himself from the companion- ship of fellows and gains not even their friendly regard, but lessens by his ac- tion the high esteem of the univer- sity he attends in the opinions of those people he may meet. The man who cheats in examinations will cheat in business, in politics, or in any other of his dealings in after life. Our work in college is, after all, but one of the many businesses in life — most import- ant perhaps of all — it is the beginning of our life work, which must be gov- erned by those high principles of hon- or and trustworthiness, the pledge of a real success in life. The man who THE REDWOOD 103 is in college for athletics alone, dis- graces not only himself, but the col- lege. He degrades athletics and takes the place of a better and worthier man. Foremost in the eyes of the true col- lege man is loyalty, — loyalty to his fel- low students and to his school. The true college student, wherever he is, keeps constantly in mind the honor of his school, and would rather die than bring disgrace upon her. This is the university spirit which has so long and so superbly character- ized Santa Clara and her thousands of Alumni. This is the true university spirit which we confidently trust will be manifest in present and past stu- dents at our coming great battle against Stanford, to add another gem in the diadem of our already glorious Alma Mater. Elmer Jensen. DID SHAKESPEARE PLAY RUGBY? Editor ' s Note — The following are some interesting sayings from the cele- brated bard of Avon which indicate that at least he knew the football game. " Down, down! " — Henry VI. " Well placed. " — Henry V. " A touch, a touch, I do confess. " — Hamlet. " I do commend you to their barks. ' ' — Macbeth. " More rushes! More rushes! " — Henry IV. " Pell mell, down with them! " — Love ' s Labor Lost. " This shouldering of each other. " — Henry VI. " Being down I have the placing. " — Cymbeline. " Let him not pass, but kill him rather. ' ' — Othello. ' ' ' Tis sport to maul a runner. ' ' — Anthony and Cleopatra. " I ' ll catch it ere it comes to ground. ' ' — Macbeth. " We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns. " — Henry IV. " Worthy sir, thou bleedest; thy ex- ercise has been too violent. " — Coriola- nus. " It ' s the first time I ever heard breaking of ribs was sport. " — As You Like It. iSift ®0al •i HE rivers and brooks jlow onward fn Such tke divine behest ; Along the}? dasK in endless glee, Singing their song, " The sea, the sea " — Nor will they dream of rest Till in the ocean ' s bosom bright. They lose themselves in wild delight, Mor verdant vales through which they flow, ISlor flowers by their way, That rich with dewy brightness grow And mellow sweetness on them strow. Their eager progress stay ; Nor ' vail to check their constant course Toward ocean loved, — their end and source. And shall not we speed onward too, Nor heed the siren ' s voice That fain from duty ' s path would woo, And bid us pleasure false pursue? Oh ! be it e ' er our choice; Like the sainted wise who earth have trod, To cease not till we rest in God. JOHN WALSH 104 THE YELLOW STREAK ACK RALSTON was a good fellow. All his in- timates declared lie was a prince in money mat- ters, and would never dream of refusing aid when any of his friends were in trouble. Except for using a few " cuss words, " in mo- ments only of exceptional anger, his morals were beyond reproach. He was well liked by many students, and by all the professors, but — alas, the fatal " but " — upon his otherwise spot- less reputation there was one unsightly blot — among themselves the boys said he was " yellow! " With a sigh, and hands dug down deep in pockets, they would remark what a splendid fellow he would be, but for that ! Good reason too they had to think this of him. He would not play foot- ball; and for a fellow who stood six feet one, and weighed one hundred and ninety-five pounds with no useless fat on him, not to play football, well— ar- gued something wrong. What could it be else than at bottom there was some- thing " yellow " in his make-up? One only who, though he admitted there might be something wrong, spoke a good word for poor Jack. " You can ' t always tell what is in a fellow by looking at one or two things, " drawled out Big Tom Canin, his great bulk leaning up against the college fence, " for look there, there is a small boy calmdy walking along the ridge- board of that two-story building ! See ! He is trying to get to that ball that is lodged underneath the eaves. Do you think I could do that? No! I couldn ' t do that even ten feet from the ground ! Would you tell me that I was " yellow " because I could not do that? " " I should say not! " " Nothin ' doin ' ! " " Excuse me! " " Life ' s too short " — came the ejaculations from the now thoroughly interested crowd. " Give the poor big kid a chance, " continued the large-hearted Tom. " A fellow who fears one thing may laugh at another thing that is a hundred times more fatal. I once knew a lad who never dared to put up his props to anyone, yet he dove into a swift river and snaked out of the whirl-pool the v ery fellow who had cast all sorts of slurs on his rep ! ' ' " Huh, " grunted the Pessimist in disgust, " that sounds all very good in theory, but how does it work out? Per- fectly when grasshoppers chew down the north pole ! Why, you are defend- ing that guy just to hear yourself talk! You— " " Look here, " cried Tom, " I mean — " " Just you hold your clothes on, " snapped back the Pessimist, " when I 105 106 THE REDWOOD come down off this soap box you can use it! Now, as I was saying you would do anytMng just to have a chance to jaw. Why last year you could not even get Peaceful Pitz to argue, so you went spealing about to the crowd that all men were descend- ed from the orangoutang and such like. Fritz ' allowed ' that he was a man, and a good man at that, but that he would be ' giggered ' if he would allow he was descended from anything that looked like you! It took the whole Senior class and part of the Juniors to prevent an awful lot of Duke ' s Mix- ture ! You are mighty good, Tom Caning, at throwing the bull, and whenever you give one of your high falutin orations, they ought to call in a levee gang with ' Fresnos ' to put the place in order again! " The big fellow straightened up for an instant and glared daggers at the imperturbable Pessimist, then whistled cheerily as he strolled up to the " Pre- Med. " , where he had a lusty potato bug in captivity, for judicious obser- vation and dissection. I suppose the poor creature got both these from Tom before he became pacified. Weeks passed by. At last it was time for the annual school picnic. The day and the place selected were ideal. There was not one cloud in the vast blue heaven to cast even the tiniest shadow on the warm spring morning. The boys swam and sported in the clear, cold water of Crystal Creek, then basked on the soft mosses of the daisy strewn hillside; or scaled lofty peaks to hurl huge rocks over the steep precipices, listening to the crashes far below. At last, after lunch, a score or more boys sauntered across the hill to inspect the new vein of rich blue lead which was making the owners fabulously wealthy in that neighbor- hood. The mine was worked by sinking shafts and driving tunnels off when- ever they struck a pay streak; the dirt was hoisted, dumped into cars and taken to the sluices. Owing to the peculiar nature of the country, this, though an expensive method, was the only one by which the mine could be worked. At the bottom of a shaft which was all timbered except for the lower fifteen feet, they were starting a new tunnel. The boys were down there watching " Old Primers " put in the shots. " Down here when I am lighting up, " explained Primers, " is a bad place for a fellow who wants to make sure of living to be a rival of Methu- salah, so let me get you separated into two bunches. Now you fellows, the odds go on the first trip, and the evens on the second. Don ' t get excited. It takes two minutes for the cage to go up and back, and I have given them ten minutes ' fuse. Now get ready, and I ' ll light them. " In a few seconds all the fuses were spitting and sputting, the flames slow- ly and surely creeping towards the dynamite. THE REDWOOD 107 " Odds aloft! " yelled Primers, and as soon as they were in the cage, he gave the signal to hoist. The engine puffed and coughed, the wheels spun, the winch groaned, the blocks grated and squealed, the cable strained and stretched, then swiftly upward went the cage for fifty or six- ty feet. When whang ! Something had gone wrong. Back whirled the car with terrific speed that threatened in- stant death, until, at last, the brakes brought it to a stop at twenty feet from the bottom! " Hey, Primers! " came excitedly down the shaft in a shaking voice, " the darned engine is busted, and I can ' t do a thing for you fellows! The emergency windlass has been taken out for repairs, and is still gone ! It is hard to leave you there, but I can ' t help it! God help you, boys! " Primers, with his face ashen white, his eyes wide open, his teeth grating together, his hands clinched, looked at the boys with him and muttered, " God have mercy on our souls ! ' ' and fell unconscious from horror. Some of the boys ran madly about, tearing their hair, others seared stiff, the Pessimist among them, stood dumb-founded. With mouths open, eyes staring, knees knocking together, whilst Sinful James, notorious for the worst morals in the school, was on his knees, and at the top of his voice promised to re- form, to be a good boy as long as he lived, and to see Father McLean as soon as he got out, if he only got a chance ! Simply a case of " those who curse hardest in fair weather, pray hardest in foul ! ' ' All the boys, except one, sprung to the ladider on the timbered side of the shaft, and made tracks for safety, — all except one. And can you guess who that one was? That one excep- tion was Jack ! Jack Halston ! What was he about to do? Hanging from the ladder he dropt among the terror-stricken crowd, and swiftly snatching a pick which had fallen by the side of the shaft, he sprang at the charges. Once, twice, three times his mighty swings tore huge chunks of dirt loose, then with a final mighty effort he tore out the fuse ! Again he rushed to the next one and quickly tore out the infernal light- ing device, and was off to number three ! With his jaw set firmly, his feet wide apart, his breath coming and go- ing like the exhaust of a freight en- gine, he worked on until he got to the burning fiend which was about to de- stroy them. The pick dropped as he grabbed the sputtering demon and jarred it loose from the handle. With skillful fingers he calmly wrapped the piece of sack around the handle, and forced the pick lock on. But alas, the delay ! To the boys it seemed like an age, all the world stood still! Every hole had to be deeper than its prede- cessor, and the fourth proved to be the toughest of all. Picking, prying and straining to his utmost, at last he forced his way through a conglomerate mass, and ex- tracted the fuse ! Now blue in the face 108 THE REDWOOD from his terrible exertions, but still " lacing it to ' em " in a style that would make old Thor seem like a weakling, and Mercury a snail, Jack worked like mad. A boulder over a foot thick which he had dislodged, fell on his left foot and crushed all his toes. A stifled " Oh " was all that escaped his lips, as he swung backwards, dropping the pick. Then catching up the implement once more, gritting his teeth so tightly that the fellows could hear them grate in the awful stillness, he waded in again and caught up the fuse bare- ly two fingers away from the powder! One quick jerk, and he brought the cap and primer and one thin pencil of dynamite with it ! Thinking he had only the fuse, he tossed them in back of him upon the ground. Alas ! to know his mistake too late ! Bang — Soon Jack ' s faint, but encouraging voice was heard, saying, " Don ' t be seared fellows, that was only one stick. All will be 0. K. now! " Rushing into the smoking tunnel they soon found and carried out ten- derly the shattered, bruised and man- gled frame of poor old Jack. The boys tore off their shirts in frantic efforts to staunch the floAV of that hero ' s blood which was fast seeping through the gold-bearing sands, sands far less precious than that brave young life. " It is no use, fellows, " he gasped as the blood seemed to surge into his throat, " we all must go some time, some soon, some later. It is mine, now, boys. So be good, and think, think once in awhile about — me — the journey seems long — and dark — so a prayer — a prayer — now — then — " it died off in a mutter. His hand seemed to try to get to his pocket in poor fluttering mo- tions. Afterwards we found his rosary there — with a little broken cross. Like the Master he gave his young life generously, freely, cheerfully for others — even for them who had de- spised and calumniated him. W. A. Gianella. PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER EXCHANGES ALUMNI - - - - UNIVERSITY NOTES - ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER F BUCKLEY McGURRIN JOS. R. AURRECOECHEA C. K. CANELO G. M. DESMOND J. C. MURPHY G. A. NICHOLSON EDWARD L. NICHOLSON LOUIS T. MILBURN KEARNY LEONARD SOUTH r R. w. I A. T. LI I C. D. EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 00 a year; single copies 15 cents EDITORIAL King Rugby There have been more Rugby battles this year than ever before in the history of the game on the Pacific coast. A good many of them have been fought on the turf; a good many more have been waged upon the pages of the press. The University of California ' s move in returning to the American game has been provocative of a great deal of discussion, pro and con, of the Rugby Code. Incidentally, this same discussion has given the English game an amount of advertising which could have been equalled only by the appear- ance upon our fields of an Australian or a New Zealand team. It wanted but the opportunity of di- rectly comparing the two games to per- manently establish the superior claims of the English game. That the validity of those claims has been appreciated we 109 no THE EEDWOOD. have ample assurance. The enthusiasm of the student body organizations at Stanford and here at Santa Clara, as contrasted with the rather doubtful at- titude now prevalent in Berkeley, shows the bent of the college men ' s sympa- thies. The state-wide anticipation awakened by the prospect of a big rugby game between Stanford and Santa Clara on November 13 in San Francisco, leaves small margin for doubting that the English game is most cherished in the hearts also of the gen- eral public. And all due to those who control California ' s athletics ! For which we, with all the others who have the best interests of the Eugby game at heart, are greatly beholden to California. November Thirteenth On the nineteenth of August last, the first pigskin of the season spiralled over our turf field. That day saw the conception of the greatest football season our dear old Alma Mater has ever enjoyed. That day also saw the coining of a phrase that has never, from that moment, been allowed to grow cold. The phrase is: " Remember Novem- ber Thirteenth ! ' ' Even the least studious of us are aware that Columbus discovered Amer- ica on October twelfth; that the Bas- tile fell on July fourteenth; that the architects of America ' s greatness launched their immortal enterprise on the fourth of July. These dates are known to us partly because of famili- arity through long association, but they are known to us for the greater part, because of their significance. The same is true of " November thir- teenth " . We know it first, because it has been sounded again and again. With those upon whose capable shoul- ders rests the task of carrying our col- ors to victory on the field it has been used (and with what effect can be seen by the present marvellous efficiency of our Rugby machine) as a spur to more whole-hearted, conscientious effort. And to us less favored ones, who must do our little share from the bleachers, it has been a rallying-cry to kindle within us that unqualified support that must be back of a team if that team is to emerge victorious from the conflict. In the second place we know that phrase because of its significance. To Santa Clara the events of that day mean more than we can adequately es- timate. It means the realization of her long-cherished ambition—it means her indisputable and permanent recogni- tion in the standing she has so sterling- ly merited; that of one of the really great powers in the world of athletics. Need we say, then, that each one of us here has his whole heart in the suc- cessful outcome of the Big Game? Re- alizing, as we all must, what it means to Santa Clara and to us all, is there any of us not wholly and entirely, impar- tially and unreservedly, behind our Varsity in this, its most momentous battle ? THE REDWOOD 111 When we go up to San Francisco to meet Stanford on Ewing field it will be with the ability and spirit to win. There is no doubt that in the men that represent Santa Clara on the turf is the necessary amount of fight and rugby knowledge to carry them to a victori- ous issue. That the victory is a foregone con- elusion, however, is an entirely differ- ent matter. It is not, anything of the sort. Stanford ' s Varsity is as good as it ever was. Stanford ' s Student Body is as wholly behind that Varsity as they ever were. Inspired by capable coaching, capable backing and capable writing, both the Varsity and the Stu- dent Body are bound that the Cardinal shall fly supreme. No one who is at all conversant with the situation can for a moment doubt the genuineness of their determination. Fortunately we have the means to , offset that determination. We have the finest bunch of Rugby players on the Coast; we have the most capable, most genuinely interested coach to be obtained anywhere ; and we have what to us is a truly invaluable asset ; name- ly, the famous old Santa Clara spirit — the spirit that snatches victory from defeat, the spirit that is most active when the enemy battles in the very sha- dow of our own goal-posts; the spirit, we sincerely believe, that will make November thirteenth a day to be re- membered as the greatest in the history of our Alma Mater ! . J TT . No one will attempt to And Here s , ,, , rj u 1 • • - 1 deny that, on the Thanksgiving ! , . ' whole, we Americans are sympathetic creatures. There is an unrebuttable mass of proof in the long lists of public and private sub- scriptions for the unfortunates in Eu- rope — there are too many of our coun- trymen jeopardizing their fortunes and their lives in heroic efforts to alle- viate in part the misery now so univer- sally regnant upon the continent. Cheque-books, all over our fair coun- try, popped open almost spontaneously when their owners were told of the fearful ravages of the War God. A good many shiploads of American food-stuffs crossed the water to fill the mouths of those who cried for bread. And besides the specifically stipulated article, there were loads of caps, and kid gloves, and hose, and rag-carpets, and manicure sets — everything, in fact, that a destitute nation might need. Ex- cepting, perhaps, a cessation of the cause of its misery. The multifold horrors of the great war were vividly pictured to the Am- erican mind by zealous workers for the welfare of humanity, with the result that the owners of these minds paused in their busy whirl of directors ' meet- ings and bridge teas long enough to ex- claim, " How terrible! Shall I make the cheque payable to Belgium? " be- fore plunging again into the mazes of the financial or social dance. However, now that the war has out- lasted a whole calendar, its sensational 132 THE REDWOOD appeal — like that of Harry K. Thaw and Doctor Cook of a remoter day — has somewhat lost its edge. We are com- ing to look upon the charity solicitor as something akin to a book-agent. In a word, we are growing indifferent. This is a blessing, not for the suffer- ers, of course, but for the repose of our national conscience. For if all of us were fully alive to the true horror of the situation ; if each of us could realize that men like ourselves — full of the love of life and the joy of living — are every instant being converted from the sublimest of God ' s works to torn, bloody, shapeless masses of malodorous flesh; if we could but understand that countless thousands of women — like our sisters, and wives, and sweethearts, and mothers — are gazing with crushed hearts into a future that knows no ray of hope, and praying that death may be the lightest fate that awaits them; if this were the case, (as it is not) the resultant upsetting of our affairs would be quite deplorable. We would in that unhappy event be forced by conscience to tear our minds from those channels with which long usage has rendered them most familiar, and to stop the most wide-spread, the most lamentable of history ' s many calamities. It can readily be seen that this is not to be desired. Like someone has said of Sunday church-going, it would " play the deuce with one ' s golf. " This indifference is, then, to most of us a blessing. Fortunately for the pla- cid currents of our lives, it is wide- spread. However, it is not so wide-spread as to include Doctor Wilson. He sits in the White House today, and no one in the world is more thoroughly appreci- ative of the present appalling state of the world ' s condition. In his ease, indifference were not so desirable. Fortunately he is not indifferent. And because to him is denied this nerve-saving, conscience-soothing boon, let us give thanks! Well, the World ' s Series is over at last. The shouting has died away and everyone is gradually coming back to his normal state of mind. The student turns again to his books, the athlete to his football and the Ex-man to his Exchanges. The goodly array of con- temporaries gracing our desk has al- most succeeded in banishing thoughts of the championship games from our mind. This month we note quite a gen- eral improvement — but suppose Alex- ander had won that game — we note a decided — Say, what do you think of Duffy Lewis? We note — and Dutch Leonard? — ' Tis useless — that was a great series all right and Boston has a top-notch baseball team. I see where four of the players in the big games were former St. Mary ' s men. But that brings us back to our task for we note on the table before us the St. Mary ' s Collegian. From the title page to the last ad — and we note with pleasure the absence of ads from the back cover — the monthly, as a whole, is vigorous. St. Mary ' s Collegian well-conceived and well- written. " The Great Lesson " is an essay commend- able for its object, but open to criti- cism for some of its viewpoints. ' ' The Apostle of Unreason " is an excellent appreciation of the work of Gilbert K. Chesterton as a novelist, esayist, play- wright and poet. " America ' s Mis- sion " , as its name indicates, tells brief- ly what will be expected of the United States of America, when the great con- flict of nations is over. " The Nations Debt " is an introspective essay bid- ding us beware of socialism, feminism, and race suicide. It is interesting and gives some solid information. " The Pup and the God " is a rather unusual short story, exceptionally well told. " An Animal " is a brief, clean- cut tale with a real " pimch " , while " Skeleton Tunnel " gives a realistic picture of life in a Middle Western town. As a short story, however, this last named does not leave a strong im- pression. What there is of poetry is of good quality. But the lack of sufficient verse, we think, is the one weak spot in " The Collegian. " 113 114 THE REDWOOD We note a first class idea in the Ex- change Department. Criticisms of the current volume are clipped from con- temporaries and reprinted in the Octo- ber issue. The departments are efficiently ed- ited and the departmental headings are especially to be commended. Taken as a unit the magazine is one of which any college might be justly proud. Ave Maria Our faithful friend the ' ' Ave Maria ' ' next comes to hand. Any detailed criticism would be difficult both on account of the merit of the publication and on account of the con- tents being in great part continued matter. The completed stories, the poetry, the book reviews, and the Young Folks ' corner, are beyond re- proach. The " Ave Maria " is accom- plishing in a grand manner the object for which it was founded and which through all these years it has kept con- stantly in view — that is, the honoring of the Blessed Mother of God. Loyola Review From far-off Canada a noteworthy college an- nual comes to hand. Noteworthy first, because of its intrin- sic worth, second because of its ex- treme youth. A comprehensive esti- mate of the " Review " part by part would be impossible. It is chock full of interesting cuts, stories, essays and poems. We cannot help but note the remarkable work executed by students of the lower classes. " Kazan, the Wolf -Dog of the North " , for example, while written by a student in " Latin Rudiments " would do credit to a man in the College Course. Turning at random, we come to a defense of " Classical Education " . This apologia appealed to us strongly. There is enough solid argument to con- vince a mule, and it is written in a forceful and interesting style. There is a tinge of sadness in the publication of pictures of " Loyola Old Boys Now at the Front. " The athletic pages are extremely in- teresting. Cuts of several hockey teams are included. The designations of the players and the peculiar armor they wear, is entirely novel to us. Our knowledge of hockey is nil, although if the last two letters were dropped from the word it might seem more familiar. We are given the history of Loyola College from its inception, and from the various class notes we get an idea of the scope and ideals of the school at large. Altogether this initial effort is com- mendable and speaks well for the loyal spirit and " pep " of Loyola College. , . . , , -. From the chill, invigor- P ' ySf ' ' : ating air of Canada we gmia Magazine transported and languish in the warm, dreamy atmo- sphere of the sweet sunny South. The University of Virginia Magazine is THE REDWOOD 115 strongly representative of the proud, aristocratic southland. It teems with the delightful Southern spirit. The poetry calls forth our high approval. " Log Fire Days " particularly struck our fancy. Impulsive, passionate love is given utterance in the opening verse " Egoism. " There is a short story, " The Last Confederate " , which it does your heart good to read. It is quite the best short story in the issue, although the " Dead Line " is an excellent example of this form of literature. " A Night in Paris " gives a vivid account of life in the great French Capital. " The Poetry of Richard Le Gal- liene " is a scholarly, albeit somewhat lengthy appreciation of the work of this modern bard. " The Easy Chair " , written in a free and easy, yet force- ful style, pleased us immensely. In fact the whole magazine, compact, in- teresting, and thoroughly characteris- tic, reflects credit on the University it represents. Morning Star Our attention is next attracted by a prepos- sessing little bi-month- ly. Even before we observe the varied contents we are prejudiced in its favor by the chic outward appearance. Turning over the pages we find many and divers short contributions. The briefness of the articles is noticeable — perhaps too much so — for there is hard- ly an essay covering more than two pages. However, we shall say that in the case of a College paper it is much better to write too briefly than at too great length. The Valedictory is a shining example of a farewell oration. The one short story, " Peace Re- stored, " although rather trite, is fair- ly interesting. Of the various essays " Aims of a College Paper " appealed to us most strongly not merely because of its be- ing devoted to a subject which closely concerns us but chiefly because of the inherent worth of the composition. " Philosophical Meanderings " is hol- low, like an emptied egg shell, and while sometimes a bit eccentric, as it undoubtedly was meant to be, through- out nevertheless is too inane and ab- surd for publication in a college paper. The poem " Aurora " by reason of its rhythmic flow and quiet, appealing sentiment merits our approbation. We notice a hint that criticisms of the book will be welcomed. Let us say that we think a few live short-sto- ries would help the cause along to a marked degree. And as we suggested above, most of the writings are entire- ly too abbreviated. These matters at- tended to, we think the " Morning Star " , praiseworthy as it now is, would show a decided improvement. Canisius Monthly We liked " Little Lad- die, " a bit of simple musical verse appear- ing in the Canisius Monthly. We liked " Eugene Field, " a worthy estimate of the wanderings of this genial bard in Childhood Land. We liked " The Beau- tiful Valley of Song, " another poem 116 THE REDWOOD with a soft, alluring metrical swing. In short we liked all the poetry in the monthly. But sad to state, we needed all the impetus which the graceful verse could give to force our way through the deep, learned essays with which the book abounds. Not that these treatises were " dry as a bone " , and a million miles away. No. On the contrary, if taken in regular doses they would undoubtedly be found in- teresting enough, and most assuredly they are timely. But there were " too many of ' em all at once. ' ' A short story, " The Little Dreamer " relieves the situation somewhat, for it is a first-class specimen of the story- teller ' s art. " Ideals " seeks to show the value of high ideals, and gives several examples of how a high and lofty model can help towards the goal of success. For ' ' the dreamer lives forever, and the toiler dies in a day " . " Agnosticism in Religion " and " Re- ligion in Civil Society " are equally convincing and might be read with ben- efit by some of our present day agnos- tics and so-called social reformers. The Monthly has a surfeit of solid strength, and if it be permitted, we would suggest that some of those slum- bering " 0. Henrys " be prodded into action. staff, and is up to the usual high standard. " Fifty Golden Autumns " , a poem dedicated to Rev. Joseph M. Cataldo, S. J., is worthy of its prominent posi- tion in the opening number. " A Gold- en Jubilee " gives an interesting ac- count of the life of Father Cataldo and incidentally of the founding of Gon- zaga University. Father Cataldo is kindly remembered by many Santa Clarans. " Perseverance " struck us as being the best poetic effort contained in the book, with the possible exception of the opening verse. Among the short stories " The Old Story " looms up prominently, although it is " continued in our next. " It speaks well for the ability of the au- thor. " All ' s Well That Ends Well " , also deserve praise. " The Classical Course " is excep- tionally strong for a H. S. ' 15. The arguments are well expressed and forceful. " Riparian Rights in the State of Washington " , dealing with a legal subject, is nevertheless interesting, but it is hardly possible to judge of its merits, for only the first installment is given. The various departments are ably handled. We hope that the fol- lowing numbers will maintain the pace set by the October issue. From our sister Uni- versity in the North- west comes ' ' Gonza- ga. " The issue is a credit to the new Gonzaga We gratefully acknowledge receipt of " Notre Dame Scholastic " , " Stan- ford Sequoia " , " Occident " , " Willa- THE REDWOOD 117 mette Collegian " , . " Student Life " , " Young Eagle " , " Reed College Rec- ord " . Also received " Student Weekly " , " Leader " , " Fordham Monthly " , S. J. High " Herald " , " America " , " Mt. An- gel Magazine " , " Holy Cross Purple " , " Dial " , " Building and Industrial News " , " Niagara Rainbow " , " Pacific Star " , " Student Life " , " Georgetown College Journal " , " Viatorian " , " Co- lumbiad " , " The Anselmian " , " Salve Regina " , " The Laurel. " Roma. We have received Part XI of The Reverend Albert Kuhn ' s " Roma " , a history of Ancient, Subterranean and Modern Rome. The very high praise we have given to other parts of this excellent work belongs to this part also. The Basilicas and other churches of Ancient Rome have been studied by one who had evidently grown to love them. There is in all the work a pow- er to choose such details as are inter- esting and necessary for the general reader and omit those which would have value only for the specialist. The whole book is eminently readable ; and when one adds that the illustrat- tions are not below the high standard set in previous parts enough has been said to recommend the purchase of the entire work by all interested in Rome and its history. Benziger Bros. Pub- lished in eighteen parts, each 35 cents. Mmoi rsitg Not 1 5 Football Rallies The spirit of true Santa Clarans that never says ' ' Quit ' ' , but always, " Get behind them, Pel- lows, and make them win, ' ' has proved itself waterproof and weatherwise. Jack Frost has presented his calling card, but anyone visiting the Pleasure Garden of the Senior Hall of a Sat- urday evening before a football game, and seeing the fellows brimf ull of ' pep ' and hearing their yells and speeches, could well realize that Jack had left his calling card outside. I ' m positive that cyclone weather would find the loyal supporters of the Team in a storm-cellar, u.rging the ruggers on to the morrow ' s victory. On the Saturday nights preceding all Olympic games, not only those of the present-day Student Body, but members of the Alumni which Santa Clara is proud to call her own, gath- ered in the Senior Hall to ask the team to fight for them, too. Michael Tiernan, captain of Santa Clara ' s first football team, Avas loudly cheered, as were his fellow orators, Tim Flood, Martin Merle, Archie Quill, and Irwin Best. We need but point to the season ' s victories as the results of these rallies. Freshman Activities The present Freshman class, which last year made a name for itself as the " Bear Cats " , lost little time in demonstrating that the " pep " that marked the class all through its high- school career is still to be found in un- diminished quantity. The primary step in said demonstration was taken on the sixteenth, when a class organization was effected. The following men were chosen as officers: " Jiggs " Donahue, President; " Clabby " Howard, Vice- President; Frank Shallenback, Secre- tary; " Eddie " Amaral, Treasurer. As the Freshmen intend to put a team into the field in every branch of athletics, they chose " Dumpie " Diaz as Manager of Athletics, and " Eddie " Amaral as Football Captain. Both are men of unquestioned ability. " With the wealth of material at hand, with the hearty spirit of good- fellowship that exists among its mem- bers, and with the unflagging co-opera- tion of its professor, Fr. George G. 118 THE REDWOOD 119 Fox, S. J., the Freshmen anticipate and should realize a most successful year. . The annual election of c !I ' officers of the Senior Sodality Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary at the meeting Sept. 26th, resulted as follows: Prefect, Thomas Ybarrondo, of Los Angeles; First Assistant Prefect, Joseph Herli- hy, of Los Angeles; Second Assistant Prefect, Joseph Aurrocoechea, of San Francisco; Secretary, Nicholas Martin, of San Diego ; Treasurer, Harry Jack- son, of Los Angeles. The Sodality is the oldest organiza- tion attached to Santa Clara Univer- sity, having been organized in the early ' 50s, with the foundation of Santa Clara College itself. The old records show the names of men who became prominent in the early and later his- tory of California. The object of the Sodality is to honor in a special man- ner the Mother of God, and to promote devotion to her. The surprise of the Sodality Club past month has been the Sodality Club of the Day Scholars, which has not only organized a rugby team but has also demonstrated its ability at turning out a winning combination. Never in its history has the organization shown such an abundance of " pep " as at the present time, and this applies not only to athletics, but to all other branches of club activities as well. Rev. IT. L. Walsh, S. J., Moderator of the club is, in a great measure, responsible for this enthusiasm, as he has, during the short two months in which he has been in charge, doubled the membership of the organization, organized a band, debat- ing society, basket ball, footba ll and baseball teams. The members of the Sodality Club hold Father Walsh in high regard and give him all credit for the grand showing which the organiza- tion is making. The following are the newly-elected officers of the Sodality Club : Presi- dent, J. J. Sassenrath ; Vice-President, Harry Houser; Secretary, William Kiely; Board of Directors: Columbus Acquistapace, Frank Jacobs and Albert Lukanitisch ; Sergeant-at-Arms, Charles Acronico; Football Manager, Colum- bus Acquistapace ; Football Coach, James Fitzpatrick. „ The Students of the Generous tt ■ - • _. . University unite m Donation +i, i +v, o + thanking the Santa Clara Chamber of Commerce for their generous donation to the Band and for the interest they have always shown in University activities. Not only by their latest kindness have they shown their attitude towards the fel- lows ' interests, but also by their at- tendance at the games and rallies. We ask their cooperation in adver- tising the Big Game and their attend- ance at the Football Show in the Audi- 120 THE REDWOOD torium, the Rally, and the Battle Royal itself. Senate Election • The mighty Senate, unexcelled in all vocal activities (save sing- ing) and victors of the 1914 Ryland De- bate, met during the early part of Sep- tember for the purpose of electing offi- cers. Difficult indeed was the task, for as one ' s eyes rove about the hallowed halls of the Senators ' Sanctum, the gaze is ofttimes encountered by massiveness of brow and height of forehead, sug- gestive of deep and weighty discourse, interrupted now and then, perchance, by an idea. In all humility we congratulate the Senate on their selection and offer them our best wishes for a successful year. President, Rev. William Boland, S. J.; Vice-President, Miles Fitzgerald; Corresponding Secretary, Orvis Spe- ciale; Recording Secretary, Wm. Can- non ; Treasurer, Nick Martin ; Sergeant- at-Arms, Geo. Nicholson. - , , Tuesday evening, Oe- Amendmentto , , .. ., ot j i-i .. 1. tober 11, the Student Constitution . . i. .t. Body met for the pur- pose of considering an amendment to the Constitution, stating that any man participating in the football game with Stanford will be awarded a block S. C. After a careful weighing of the ques- tion, considering its advantages and disadvantages, the amendment was voted upon and passed. The reinstating of this rule and a general reviving of the quondam cus- toms, forgotten since the days of the St. Mary ' s battles, have brought about a complete renaissance of the old time ' pep ' that is going to make our huskies win the Big Game this year. The Band The band under the masterly guidance of Professor Mustol shows great progress, for the compara- tively short time it has been practising, and on very brief notice furnished the music for our first football rally. Since, it has entertained the student body several times in Senior Hall, and has been an added attraction at all of the games this year. All the members are hoping that the project to have uniforms by November thirteenth will be a success, in order that we may be the equal of our big rival in music as well as football. The orchestra, also under the direc- tion of Professor Mustol, has greatly increased its playing ability and can now render with great facility any- thing from rag to grand opera. The question of pay- Athletic Debt ing the athletic debt which the Student Body has sustained through several seasons, will, from all appearances, be solved. THE REDWOOD 121 Since the football season started, the attendance at the games has visualized the Graduate Manager ' s dream. It is the fashion of the hour for the football men on the home gridiron to play not only to the grand stand, but also to the parked batallion of automobiles that have crowded the grounds, Sun- day after Sunday. In linking the large attendance and number of machines vv hieh the Univer- sity gridiron, one has not far to seek a connection betvi een the two. The first day of practice lured forth to the turfted arena, a bunch of ruggers which Coach Ybbarrondo has since rounded into as fast, snappy, and clean a playing aggregation as an en- thusiast would care to watch in ac- tion. Students, Alumni, and outside spec- tators join in wishing them the luck they deserve, and may they always stand forth as they do now, silhouetted before a clean sheet of victories. " The Dope " born last The Dope year to the " Third Ac. Holy Smokes ' ' , celebrated it ' s first full year of being recently, by retaining practically it ' s original officers and reporters. Though the name of the class has been changed to a more aggressive one, " The Bull- dogs, ' ' the same title has been retained for their paper. Remarkable growth is apparent in " The Dope. " This year it is repro- duced by mimiograph and each Bull- dog can have one or more copies of each issue. Loofbourrow still holds sway at the helm, while he is backed up by Arthur Devlin. Enright does the magazine section and Scientifaking O ' Neil is the high flier, therefore " the Society notes. " Crowley of Black Cat fame, capably cares for our laughing appara- tus. Capt. Dana of the High School team tells us about his victories. . The Blossoms of our - Valley Beautiful, they with the great future behind them, our nimble little pack of Mountain Leaguers, rank second in in- terest about the campus to the Varsity only. Whenever the team clashes with a rival, it is a foolish question to ask any fellow where he is going after school. Faculty meetings and line-writing com- petitions all give way to the Mountain League. Their home gridiron is somewhat out of repair, but they wish the general public to understand that Pebble Beach was not named after the Mountain League field, and because of the war they do not use a solution of amber- dust and quinine to mark off the side- lines. Improvement Several or eight brand , _, J. , new transparent wm- In Refectory , , • n dows and a pair of trap-doors have been installed in and about the Refectory. 122 THE REDWOOD A small section of the students, blessed with small appetite, hold that they can see all they want to eat by the old Tungsten method, but there ' s a competitive party led by our worthy President, Mr. T. Bone Boon, worried about the heels by Wm. Z. Muldoon of the Class of ' 18. The J. D. S. is starting The J. D. S. the year with the same enthusiasm which for some years has characterized that Prep organization. The three debates thus far held: that Santa Clara should revert to the American Game of Foot- ball; that the Motion Picture makes for the intellectual and moral uplift of the people ; that competitive athletics in Colleges should be limited to inter- class contests, all proved that the standard of the J. D. S. is yearly on the increase. Invariably when the ques- tion is opened to the house after the regular speakers have had their say, it is all the president can do to stop a riot, so warm does the discussion be- come. But on Saturday, Oct. 9, the J. D. S. took it upon themselves to amuse the Student-Body at large by presenting a vaudeville show instead of the ordinary Saturday evening Band Concert and Stag Dance. And their efforts more than proved successful. Not a dull moment was there throughout. A skit written for the occasion by Mr. Roy Loofbourrow, a J. D. S. member, entitled " In Room 23, Senior Hall " , was exceptionally good and comical in its situations. A side-splitting pantomime of the taking of motion pictures of Shakespeare ' s Antony and Cleopatra with Cleopatra a dainty little morsel of humanity of some 250 odd pounds, and rolling " a pill ' ' of Bull Durham, while Mark An- tony was flirting with a Grecian Dan- cer, and all the while the camera man doing his best with the director to obtain the correct poses and actions : — well, all this would appeal to the funny side of any one, especially when Char- lie Chaplin comes in and runs away with little Cleo. The following is the program in full : Orchestra; introductory remarks, Mr. Francis Doud ; vocal selection, Mr. Clif- ford Seltzer, accompanied by James Coyle; skit: " In Room 23 " : Fred. Kingsley, Thos. O ' Neil; Jack Donlin, Louis Bergna; John Herly, Holt Vic- cini; Fr. Catchemquick, William Ir- win; orchestra; The Santa Clara Film Co., under direction of Mr. Thos. Mc- Neil, presents the immortal tragedy of " Antony and Cleopatra: Antony, Mr. Doud; Cleopatra, Mr. Somerau; Little Eva, Mr. Forster ; Flavia Domitila, Mr. Ford; Camera Man, Mr. Devlin; Mar cus Brutus, Mr. Crowley ; Julius Cicero, Mr. Eisert; Tullius Caesar, Mr. Cun- ningham; Charlie Chaplin, Mr. Wea- ver; speech by Mr. Irwin; orchestra; movies, piano by Mr. Crowley; finale by orchestra. THE REDWOOD 123 Football Ex- travaganza Everybody is doing his share to prepare for the big Rugby event. The University thespians will also lend a hand. On the evening of Tuesday, Nov. 9, they will present in the University Theatre a grand Foot- ball Vaudeville, consisting of tableaux, songs and dancing. Mr. Whelan is getting up an original one-act farce with his energetic members of J. D. S. in the cast. Father Joseph Sullivan is rehearsing an original musical skit, called " The Congress of Nations. " The versatile Roy Emerson will be on deck with his popular song birds from San Jose. Hence, the program promises to be of exceptional merit. This entertainment is tAvofold in its object — first to serve as an indoor Stanford-Santa Clara Football Rally, and second, to raise funds for the pur- chase of uniforms for the University Band. The vast number of tickets sold already points to a crowded house. The members of the band in charge are Messrs. Wm. Cannon, Theo. Ryan and Ed. Amaral, committee on publi- city; Messrs. Louis Bergna, George Inch and Albert Quill, committee on distribution of tickets. Our sincere expres- Condolence sions of condolence are extended to our esteemed Conductor of the Univer- sity Band and Orchestra. After a lingering illness of several weeks, Mrs. Anna M. Mustol passed away at an early hour last Monday morning, at the home of her son, S. J. Mustol, professor of music at the Uni- versity of Santa Clara. The funeral services Avere held this morning from St. Clare ' s Church, and the interment was in the Catholic cem- etery. The pallbearers were : Eddie Amaral, Francis Albert Quinn, Quill, Eugene Trabucco, Theodore Ryan and James Coyle, all members of the band of the University of Santa Clara. We have been requested by Prof. Mustol to publish the following card of thanks: Editor Redwood: Dear Sir: — I beg leave, through your columns, to express my sincere and deep appre- ciation of the manifold kindness ac- corded me by the Fathers and Students of the University of Santa Clara in my late bereavement — the death of my beloved mother. For their genuine sympathy and condolence, I assure them of ray heartfelt and lasting grati- tude. Respectfully yours, S. J. MUSTOL. House of Philhistorlans The House of Philhis- torlans held their first meeting of the semes- ter on October 19th, for the purpose of electing officers for the ensuing year. Speaker, Rev. G. G. Fox, S. J.; Clerk, Albert Quill, of Crockett; Secretary, Elmer Jensen, San Jose; Treasurer, 124 THE REDWOOD. Edwin Harter, San Jose; Librarian, John Morris, San Jose; Sergeant-at- Arms, Daniel Ryan, Novato. The auditorium of the , , r University of Santa Through Rome almost standing room on the evening of September 14th, when the Rev. Richard H. Bell, S. J., gave an intensely inter- esting lecture on " A Trip Through An- cient and Modern Rome " for the bene- fit of the Academy of Notre Dame of this city. Preceding the lecture George Nich- olson outlined the work of Notre Dame, telling of the good work of the noble sisters in moulding the characters and training the minds of young ladies, and urged the support of all in assisting with this work. A neat sum was derived from the en- tertainment to be devoted to the work of the Sisters of Notre Dame. — Santa Clara Journal. On Thursday morning the members of the Fourth Year High were the re- cipients of the saddest news that it has been their lot to receive this semester, namely the death of the mother of their esteemed classmate Armand J. Robi- doux. While the departed mother has been sick for some little time, the dan- ger of death did not seem imminent. An operation, however, was advised, from the effects of which Mrs. Robi- doux never recovered. The departed one was not for this world. She pos- sessed the virtues of a good and gen- erous mother and these in an eminent degree — as such her dear ones will un- doubtedly miss her and mourn her loss. In their deep afflictions the Stu- dent Body tender to the bereaved stu- dent and his relatives their most sin- cere and heartfelt sympathy. At a special meeting of the Fourth Year High the following resolutions were adopted: Resolutions. Whereas, God, in His infinite wis- dom has seen fit to call to Himself the devoted mother of our dear friend and classmate Armand Robidoux in a man- ner sudden and humanly speaking at a time when her goodness and charity would be most felt and appreciated by her loving son, and Whereas, our duty towards the de- parted mother and our sincerest sym- pathies towards her sorrow-stricken son, our fellow student, demand that we be mindful of this his great loss and sorrow ; Be It Resolved, that a heartfelt ex- pression of profoundest regret and deepest sorrow over the loss of the be- loved mother of our esteemed class- mate, be conveyed to him and his sor- rowing family ; Be It Further Resolved, that money be taken from the class treasury to have Masses offered for the repose of her soul ; and Be It Further Resolved, that a copy of these resolutions be forwarded to our classmate and that they be printed THE REDWOOD 125 in the next issue of the official organ of the Student Body, " The Redwood. " Signed: John C. Geoghegan, Pres. Arthur C. Devlin, Vice-Pres. Joseph M. Taber, Seety. Francis H. Doud, Treas. Louis A. Bergna, Serg.-at-Arms. Booster Rally Upon going to press we received the fol- lowing notification on a large, attractive post-card : " For the first time in fifteen years, the big annual Intercollegiate Football Game will be held in San Francisco, and for the first time in the history of the game in California, Santa Clara University has been accorded an oppor- tunity of opposing Stanford Univer- sity. Good judges say that Santa Clara should win, but friends of Santa Clara University must realize at once that in order to make her a worthy successor to U. C. as regards well organized en- thusiastic moral support, perfection of yells, etc., preparations must be imme- diately gotten under way. Santa Clara has her opportunity now, and she must be a success at the box office as well as on the field. A Santa Clara Boosters ' Rally will be held in the Colonial Room, St. Fran- cis Hotel, this Thursday, October 21, 1915, at 8 :15 p. m. Bring your friends and we will furnish the University " Yells " , and refreshments will be served that will make the old as lusty as the young. We trust the opportunity afforded us to present a Catholic University Team to the public will appeal to you in more ways than one. Make it your particular business to be on hand. Santa Clara Alumni Commitee, John J. Barrett, Chairman. " (Informal) Fnr iT i r f ■TESrFWTFfTZrn r TTI il l rgTsOTgv l WilHITEB During the week of September 22 to 27th, the International Congress of En- gineers held their annual meeting at San Francisco. Prof. G. L. Sullivan is a member of the Congress, and secured passes for the members of the Engin- eering Society, and a trip was made by them on Friday, Sept. 25th, to hear the addresses made on that day. As there were addresses made on all branch es of engineering, it was possi- ble for each one to hear speeches on subjects in which he was most inter- ested. The second regular meeting of the Engineering Society was held on Fri- day, October 1. At the previous meet- ing it was arranged to have short de- bates on some engineering subjects. Accordingly, the first of these was held. The topic for discussion was, " Resolved, That steam is more benefi- cial than electricity " , the affirmative being held by Will Lotz and Henry Harkins, while the negative was de- fended hy Marshall Garlinger and Ed- ward McLaughlin. A board of judges, consisting of L. Tustin, J. Christy and I. Oliver, awarded the victory to the negative. Mr. D. Bergman and Fr. Sullivan, S. J., were present at the meeting. Mr. Bergman spoke on the organization of engineering societies, while Fr. Sulli- van accentuated the need of being able to express oneself clearly, and hence commended the plan of having debates for the furtherance of this object. The debate aroused a great deal of enthusiasm and everyone was greatly in favor of continuing the debates. The committee will, therefor, weekly provide a subject for discussion and sides for and against the question. E. D. Fox. Motion Pictures of Molecular Move- ments. " With a motion picture camera at- tached to an ultra-microscope the Bar- ber Asphalt Company has photograph- ed molecular motions by their effect on the colloids in Trinidad asphalt. Al- though the molecules themselves can- not be seen the examination of colloids under an ultra-microscope shows that these colloidal particles are in a state of continual agitation. It is assumed that this motion is caused by the im- pact of the molecules as they strike the colloidal particles. These particles 126 THE REDWOOD 127 were photographed by means of trans- mitted light against a dark field. Calcium Chloride as a Dust Preventive. By applying II 2 lbs. of calcium chloride to each square yard of road surface, Kern County, Michigan, has made a novel use of the delinquent pro- perties of that substance in overcoming the dust nuisance. A Small Motor. One of the wonders of the invent- ors show, held in New York recently, was a tiny motor not much larger than a Avatch, which, spinning at the rate of between two to three thousand revolu- tions per minute, silently and without overheating, was capable of develop- ing one horse power. W. D. Lotz. ALA M With the smell of burning leaves and the bite of frosty mornings comes the height of the football season, which has attracted many of the old " grads " back to the scenes where it was their lot once to don the good old colors, making the name for Santa Clara which the boys of today are per- petuating. Robert J. Flood, A. B. ' 13, one of Santa Clara ' s most faithful sons, manages to break away from the cares of the week each Sunday and come down from San Francisco to attend the games. Robert J. is with the Jas. R. Keith Realty firm and without saying anything further, knowing what we do about the qualifications necessary in such a business, let us remark that Bob seems peculiarly fit. Roy A. Bronson, A. M. ' 13, formerly Graduate Manager, was also a recent visitor from Santa Cruz, where he has charge of his father ' s business inter- ests. Cecil Posey ' 11, of Oakland, who is now in the Southern Pacific School of Railroading, and Floyd E. Allen, of Arizona, were down for the Palo Alto Club game. ' 57 Bernard J. Reid, a member of one of the first faculties of this Institution, and sole survivor, died at Clarion, Penn., in April of this year. George Woolrich, at present ' 85 Assistant Cashier of the Wells-Fargo Bank of San Francisco, was at the College a few weeks ago for the double purpose of seeing the game and renewing ' old times ' with some of the elder members of the faculty. From Watsonville comes ' 87 the news of the marriage of Otto Stoesser of the Class of ' 87, to Miss Duna Farlin, also of that city. Since his graduation, Mr. Stoes- ser has remained in the Apple City, where, in these years he has built up a successful merchandizing business. On behalf of the faculty, some of whom 128 THE REDWOOD 129 were his fellow-students and some his teachers, and of the boys of Santa Clara, " The Redwood " send its heart-, iest congratulations and sincerest wishes that this, his latest enterprise, will be the greatest and the best of all. T. N. Heffron, who attended ' 87 Santa Clara during the 80 ' s, registering from Nevada, is now a prominent director in the Selig Polyscope Company at their studios in Chicago. He is particularly engaged there in the producing of the Selig Red Seal Plays. His first production com- pleted was " The House of a Thousand Candles, " and now, in the course of completion he has the play, " A Black Sheep. " Before entering the moving picture field, Mr. Heffron was an actor and was also stage director for Mrs. Fiske, John Mason, Charles Frohman, Al Woods, Cohan and Harris, William A. Brady, Kirke La Shelle, Augustus Thomas, and others. He played lead- ing ' heavies ' , and produced in stock nearly every play available for stock purposes in the principal cities in Am- erica. The " Motion Picture World " is our source of information for these ac- counts of Mr. Heffron ' s success, and his Alma Mater shares in the pride that he must feel at their attainment. Father Thomas O ' Connell, ' 92 A. B., who was formerly of Alameda, has been doing some rapid moving. From his church in the Bay City, he was sent to Cuper- tino ; thence to Mission San Jose, and is now finally located as pastor of St. Patrick ' s Church in San Jose, taking Father Lally ' s place. Congratulations and best wishes ! From a late issue of a local ' 97 journal, we note the follow- ing: " The National Associ- ation of Mining and Stock Brokers was lately organized in San Francisco. Its purpose are the protection of clients and brokers and the promotion of de- serving mining properties in the Unit- ed States. " " As President of this new organiza- tion, Thomas S. Robinson, A. B., has been chosen to serve. Mr. Robinson is widely known in Santa Clara, where he resided for many years. He is a graduate of the University of Santa Clara, and during his college career was one of the most prominent students of the Institution, both in athletic and literary fields. " To our alumnus who has thus been shown the appreciation in which his fellow-citizens hold him, we send our congratulations and sin- cere wishes for his complete success. ' 98 Father James W. G-alvin, A. B., has been recently trans- ferred from Holy Cross Church, San Francisco, to Berkeley. A recent visitor of note to ' 98 the last two games played at Santa Clara, has been Michael Tiernan of San Francisco, 130 THE REDWOOD who enjoys the distinction of having captained the first football team sent out under the Red and White. Mr. Tiernan is in the Tax Collector ' s office of his city, and in a speech made at the rally before the Olympic Club game, assured us of his approval of the man- ner in which the work has been car- ried on in his absence. ' 00 George Butler, whose at- tendance dates back to the years around 1900, was with us on the occasion of our last vic- tory over the Club athletes. He is en- gaged in the wholesale millinery busi- ness in San Francisco. ' 03 Joseph T. Politeo, a com- mercial graduate in 1903, is at present identified with the Baker and Hamilton Co. of San Francisco, who are perhaps the largest general hardware dealers in the West. From the San Francisco ' 07 " Chronicle " is taken the following : " Martin Merle, A. M., Cass Down- ing and Frank Mathieu were given a dinner at the Family Club last evening in the appreciation of their efforts to- ward making a success of " The Spirit of Youth, " the play written by Merle which was produced at the Family Farm on the night of September fifth. All three guests of honor were pre- sented with jewelled medallions by their fellow members. " The name of Martin Merle will ever occupy a conspicuous place in the Hall of Fame of Santa Clara as the one, who after years of labor spent in writ- ing and perfecting the " Mission Play of Santa Clara, " which was produced here in the Spring of 1913, dedicated and presented that beautiful piece of work ' to his Alma Mater, in reverence and gratitude. ' At present Mr. Merle is busy on the committee of graduates which is ar- ranging for a record crowd of the " old boys " at the Big Struggle in No- vember. He was down to witness the second Olympic Club game, making a speech at the rally the night before. ' 08 Harry McKenzie A. B., one of Santa Clara ' s mainstays in San Francisco, was a vis- itor Sunday, the eleventh. Harry has been for some years an assistant prose- cutor in the District Attorney ' s office of the metropolis. Father Robert O ' Connor, A. ' 08 B., has been taken from the parish of St. Francis As- sissi, San Francisco, and established at the Church of All Saints, Hayward. Charlie Friene, B. S. ' 09, ' 09 who in his day was one of the best of Santa Clara ' s baseball players, is at present visiting THE REDWOOD 131 his parents in San Jose. After his graduation here in 1909, Freine left for the Hawaiian Islands, which he had previously seen on the College base- ball trip the year before. Returning to the States after a short time, he joined the Athletics in Philadelphia as a member of the pitching staff. At the close of his career as a major leaguer, Freine took up his residence in Idaho, where as a proprietor and manager of a moving picture house, he has been in business ever since. ' 10 Alexander Leonard, A. B., Alumni Correspondent from Los Angeles, is a prospective graduate of this year in a medical school of that city. In his days at Santa Clara, Leonard was a capable member of " The Redwood " staff and has demonstrated his interest by sup- plying us on various occasions with news of the " old boys " in his vicinity. George A. Morgan, A. B., ' 06 has achieved success in his chosen occupation as an ed- ucator, and is now the Principal of the Dayton High School, in the city of Dayton, Nevada. He attended Santa Clara from ' 06 to ' 10, taking a Com- mercial certificate in ' 08. We are in receipt of an an- ' 11 nouncement of the nuptials of Marie Catherine Keip and James Clair Nolan Jr., whose mar- riage took place the sixth of September in San Francisco. Mr. Nolan left col- lege in the Spring of 1911, to go into business with his father, a merchant of San Francisco and proprietor of the Nolan Shoe Store. To the newly-weds " The Redwood " and the student body extend their con- gratulations and good-wishes. Harry H. Wildy, B. S., who ' 12 was some thing of a football player in his undergraduate days, now occupies an important posi- tion in the construction of the State Highway in the vicinity of Los Ange- les. ' 12 Martin P. Detels, A. B., after having graduated from the law department of Stanford University last June, has reg- istered at Columbia, where he will con- tinue his study of jurisprudence. While at Stanford Detels became well known through his musical talent, and achiev- ed much success as a writer of extra- vaganzas and light opera. Chauncey Francis Tramu- ' 12 tolo, B. S., sprung a sur- prise on all but four of his friends, when a few days ago he came forth with the announcement that he had been married to Miss Isabel Dono- van of San Francisco since last May. The four favored ones were the offici- ating priest, Fr. Hayes of San Jose, 132 THE REDWOOD the maid of honor, Miss Beldon Galla- gher, the best man, Richard Bressani, A. B., ' 13, and the bride. In his days at Santa Clara, Chaun- cey was one of the most prominent and popular members of the Student Body. His athletic ability won him a place on the baseball, football, and track teams. In 1912 he captained the baseball team in the last inter-collegiate series with St. Mary ' s. In 1913 he had the unique honor of being the only Student Body President ever chosen from the post- graduate class. At the close of that year he took his degree of Bachelor of Laws, and has since been engaged in practice in San Jose. Here his rise has been rapid. In a recent movement to im- prove the Santa Clara County Bar As- sociation, he took a prominent part, and was appointed by its president on one of the special committees. The bride is a girl prominent in her set in San Francisco, and without say- ing any more, let us just mention that we do not blame Chauneey for a min- ute. Our congratulations and hearty good-wishes to them both for a long and happy life ! scribe and frequently " The Redwood. " contributed to ' 13 L. A. Fernsworth, who at- tended for some years previ- ous to 1913, has established a weekly sheet at Banks, Oregon, un- der the title of The Banks Herald " Fairness " . The paper comes out each Thursday and is owned and published by Fernsworth, who, in his days at Santa Clara showed much ability as a Walter J. Lyng, A. B. ' 13, ' 13 was a visitor on the campus in the middle of last month. Since leaving us he has been acting as the righ t hand man of his Uncle Sam, assisting in taking care of the Federal income in San Francisco. As an in- come tax appraiser, Lyng was earning a good salary and doing much travel- ling, as his duties caried over much of the State. " The Redwood " and his former schoolmates congratulate him on a promotion which he recently re- ceived which will, however, keep him in the future entirely in an office in the Federal Building at San Francisco. That the " job " agrees with him may be surmised by the fact that he has been the gainer of about thirty pounds since his days at Santa Clara. Another brave lad to fall ' 14 before the darts of Cupid was Raymond Callahan, alias " Mickey " , who is reported to have been married in San Francisco during the summer. Callahan was a member of the famous Rugby " Juni- ors " of the fall of ' 13. He left before completing his University work to take a position in San Francisco, where he is located at present. His many friends at Santa Clara join in wishing a former schoolmate all success and happiness in the new " course " which he has taken. THE REDWOOD 133 Addison Burbank, who at- Ex ' 14 tended during the Spring term of 1914 and occupied the position of staff artist on " The Redwood " is in his second year as a student of the Chicago Art Institute. " While out on a month ' s vacation to his home in San Jose last month, the prom- ising artist paid us a visit, refreshing his mind with the ' haunts of memories ' which ' all too soon are wont to pass ' . The course in the Institute usually re- quires about three years work for com- pletion, and with such a training gov- erning his natural ability, success is surely in store for " Ad " . ' 15 Edwin Sebastien Booth, B. S., former Business Mana- ger of " The Redwood " , since his graduation last June has been occupying a position with the Davis Automobile Co., in his home city, Seat- tle, Washington. ®n Itrtnra KICK tKat foot-ball, make it whistle; Boot it, boot it fiercely, till it Point witK certaint}? tKe way To our triumph in the fray. Pass that pig-skin. Do not fumble, Lest you hear our angry grumble. Mow you ' ve got it — pierce the line — My! but you are doing fine! Lots of " pep " will win the battle. Fight ' em, Santa Clara, that ' ll Linger long in football lore — How you won in days of yore. Help ' em, fellows ; now we ' re cheering As the goal line they are nearing. Once our ruggers really try, " Good-bye, Stanford dear good-bye ! " J. CHARLES MURPHY 134 Never before in the annals of football has such a large number of rugby as- pirants donned a uniform. Besides the fifty stalwart contenders for the two Varsities, there are forty young High School ruggers bending their earnest efforts to aid the " Red and White " for future Varsity material. Coach Ybarrondo is experiencing ex- treme difficulty in selecting the likely Varsity material, and the keenness of competition in every department ena- bles him to depend confidently on his second Varsity squad. At present the scrum is a difficult pack to choose from. Such men as Bate, Pye, Raftis, Amaral, Coschina, Muldoon, Hickey, Gilman, J. O ' Neil, Christy, " Doc " Brown, Remmel, Mc- Donald, Schellenback, Dana, " Winston and Nevis, are playing excellent rugby, and Tommy will have a husky and well-trained pack to trust upon. Very gratifying to all concerned is the present success of the backfield )urners. The great offensive work, the perfect harmony in execut- ing passing rushes, and the impregna- ble line of defense of the entire team, gives Santa Clara a strong scoring and defensive squad. The new men are quickly learning the finer points of the game and the readers of " The RedAvood " can rest fully assured that when the final fif- teen is selected to uphold the " Red and White " on November 13th, Stan- ford will find in us a formidable, as well as agreeable opponent. Santa Clara 8. Oljnnpic Club 3. Before one of the largest crowds that ever witnessed a rugby game on the University stadium, the Varsity won a decisive victory over the strong " Olympic Club " by the close score of 8 to 3. Captain Guerin of the " Winged 0 " ruggers selected the best team possi- ble to oppose the Varsity. From the kick-off until the final re- port of the pistol it was one continu- ous fight and the outcome was never 135 136 THE REDWOOD certain until time forced the opposing players to stop. The visitors ' representative aggrega- tion consisted of such stellar perform- ers as Quill, Best, Guerrin, Slater Brothers, Hale, Single, Hawkes and " Eic " Templeton, and it was only that fighting spirit so prevalent among the Mission lads that netted them a victory. Bate commenced the play by kicking off with a strong wind at his back. The pigskin centered on the Olympic twenty-five yard line. Hard playing among the forwards was soon in evi- dence and the long passing rushes, which are so noticeable among both teams, were rarely seen. From a line-out Pye received the ball. He passed to Muldoon, who transferred the ball to Curtin and on to Scholtz, who in turn passed to Diaz. After a beautiful run Diaz SAverved his way over for a try. From a very diffi- cult angle, Bate failed to convert. From a drop-out the ball was taken with renewed vigor by the Olympics into Santa Clara territory. After a few minutes of stubborn resistance, the Varsity forced the ball back into the Clubmen ' s territory. From a scrum Scholtz received the ball and after a beautiful run placed the ball between the goal posts, Bates easily converted. In the second half it was Santa Clara ' s strong defensive work on sev- eral occasions, thait prevented the Olympic Club forwards from scoring. Only once, after a dogged resistance on the part of the Varsity was the ball taken over by Weislander of the Club- men. The attempt at conversion was a failure. Jack Pye, the clever Australian, had splendid opportunity of demonstrating his knowledge and skill in playing the English game. He was foremost in every dribbling rush and his accurate tackling prevented many a passing rush. Muldoon, Raftis, Bate, Christy, Amarel and O ' Neil were the choice of the forwards, while Diaz, MulhoUand, Fowler and Captain Scholtz did won- derful work in the backfield. The teams : Olympics Santa Clara Quill Front rank Amarel Shor Front rank Bate Single Front rank Christy Guerrin Second rank Coschina MiUiken Second rank Raftis Shaw Lock Hickey Slater Breakaway Pye Wilson Breakaway Muldoon N. Slater Half Diaz Hale 1st Five MulhoUand Weislander 2nd Five Wassun Hawkes Center Three Scholtz Templeton R. Wing Fowler J. Fitzpatrick Best L. Wing Curtin Montgomery Davis Fullback Jackson Santa Clara 24. Palo Alto Athletic Club 5. Our second contest with the Palo Alto Athletic Club resulted in a harder THE REDWOOD 137 fought contest than the game of three weeks previous. Both teams were materially strength- ened by the addition of better players and it was only the condition of the fighting spirit during the remaining fifteen minutes that netted Santa Clara such a welcome victory. The clubmen took the offensive dur- ing the first ten minutes of play and the Varsity were strongly defending their goal. From a scrum Diaz found touch on his twenty-five yard line. From a line-out Thoburn received the ball and passed to Hutman. After a short run Hutman passed to " Stubby " Stoltz who scored after a beautiful run. Kirksey converted. Renewed with greater vigor, the Varsity forwards, lead by Pye, Raftis, Muldoon, O ' Neil, and Coschina, drib- bled the ball deep into the opposing territory, and following a line-out Raf- tis caught the ball and scored. The next three trys were scored by Diaz. From a series of scrums on the twenty- five yard line he received the ball, and swerved his way over successfully on three different occasions. Kirksey caused a sudden streak of fear in the followers of the Varsity when he broke away from the entire field. Fastly approaching the goal, and only Harry Jackson to pass, this speed-burner ran like a deer, but for- tunately Harry Jackson ' s unerring tackle brought him to the ground on the ten-yard line. From a serum formed here, Pye received the ball and kicked safely to midfield. From a series of scrums Keeting received the ball from Fitzpatrick and scored. For Santa Clara, J. Fitzpatrick ' s and Harry Jackson ' s tackling and punting were noticeable features of the contest, while Muldoon, Pye, Hickey, Raftis and Christy followed the ball well. For the visitors, Kirksey, Thoburn, Casel, Stoltz, and Hutman accom- plished all that could be asked of them. Olympic Club 6. S. C. Varsity 16. Although a very depleted team faced the men of the " Winged 0 " , the skill- ful tutelage of Coach Ybarrondo was very much in evidence and contributed to a great extent in keeping our goal line unsullied; by the speedy backfield of the Clubmen contingent. It was a game replete with thrills, spectacular runs and exciting mo- ments. Despite adverse circumstances the machine-like precision of the Var- sity prevailed over the individual stars representing the Club, and on many occasions, when our goal line would be threatened, the Gibraltar-like defense of the Varsity would present a bul- wark; unsurpassable by the visitors. Immediately following the kick-off the Varsity backfield commenced an exciting passing rush from which Milburn received the ball. He quickly punted over his opponents heads and Jim Fitzpatrick following up fast, caught the ball and scored. Raftis easily converted. 138 THE REDWOOD Some good forward work by the Olympics took the ball into Santa Clara territory, and from a free kick on the thirty-yard line Hale sent the ball over the cross-bar. Norman Slater soon won the ap- plause of the spectators when he drop- ped the ball over the bars from the fifty-yard line. Another rushing start in the second half gave the collegians a try within two minutes. Pye passed to Fitzpat- rick, who ran thirty yards and passed to Milburn. Milburn passed to Keat- ing, who in turn passed to O ' Neil, who scored. Ten minutes of fierce scrimmaging followed, mostly in Olympic territory, and the Varsity finally scored, Amarel going over the line. Winston annexed the final score, when he scored from a line-out. Santa Clara Curtin Jackson Positions Olympic Club Wing Lachmund Fullback Schroder Santa Clara Keating O ' Neil Amarel Coschina Raftis, Korte Hickey Pye Winston Diaz Wassun Fitzpatrick Milburn Bensberg Positions Olympic Club Forward Forward Forward Forward Forward Forward Forward Forward Half First Five Second Five Center Three Wing Quill Milliken Noonan Grlasson Single Flannigan Guerrin Weislander Wilson N. Slater Hanley Hale Berndt Hawkes Best Montgomery Santa Clara Varsity 41. Titans 0. In a listless contest the Varsity won an overwhelming victory from the Titan Club by the large score of 41 to 0. The Titans kicked off and play cen- tered on the 50-yard line. From a se- ries of line-outs the forwards started a dribbling rush in which Schellen- back. Bate, Pye, Hickey and Coschina were prominent. Higgins following up rapidly fell on the ball and scored the first try. Bate converted. Again the Varsity took the offens- ive and were awarded a free kick on the forty-yard line. Bate easily placed the ball between the bars. From a passing rush, started by Am- arel, Hickey, Keating, Korte and Chris- ty, Milburn scored when he received the ball on the forty-yard line. Jim Fitzpatrick added another count when he jumped high into the air, caught the ball and swerved his way over the line. Additional trys were scored by Fitzpatrick, Milburn, ' Neil, Keating and Connors. Santa Clara Position Keating, Amarel Forward ' Neil, Bate Forward Coschina Forward Korte Schellenback Forward Hickey Lock Titans Baronidas Meehan Lewis Belgrian Link Newar Hamilton THE REDWOOD 139 Santa Clara Position Titans Pye, Winston Breakaway Miller Higgins Breakaway Thomas Nevis Diaz, Scholtz Half Sage Fowler First Five Fishburn Mulholland Second Five N. Lewis J. Pitzpatrick Center Three Augnst Milburn L. Wing Krone Bensberg R. Wing Coleman Curtin WassTin Fullback Cole Jackson SECOND VARSITY NOTES The Second Varsity this year is the most polished of the Second Varsities that represented Santa Clara. It has already achieved fame that the Varsity would have envied to attain in former years. The most prevalent character- istic in their work is the great com- bination of team play displayed by the forwards and backs. John O ' Neil, the popular player, was unanimously chosen captain, but his sudden rise in rugby has left the second team without his services. Mr. Whelan has charge of the team and all feel highly elated over their good fortune in securing his services. Santa Clara Second Varsity 24. Palo Alto Seconds 0. The Second Varsity inaugurated its 1915 rugby season in a fashionable manner when it easily outclassed the Second Palo Alto Club team in every department of the game and won by the tidy score of 24 to 0. Santa Clara defended the northern goal and had a strong wing beating at their backs. Soon after the kick-off Korte snatch- ed the ball out of the ruck and passed to Brown. After a short run Brown transferred the ball to Casey who passed to Winston, the latter scoring. Bensberg converted from a hard angle. Here the Clubmen lent their best ef- forts to score, when J. Risling and B. Risling made long gains, but the Sec- ond Varsity was equally determined to take the offensive, which resulted in a try being scored by Bensberg. The ball was handled by Connors, Ybarrondo, O ' Hare, Emerson and Mil- burn. Bensberg failed to convert. Again Santa Clara resumed the of- fensive and from a scrum Ybarrondo passed to Bensberg, the latter passing to O ' Hare, who in turn transfered the flying pigskin to Milburn, who scored ; Bensberg again converted. From a line-out on the Clubmen ' s twenty-yard line, McDonald received the ball and plunged over the line. From a difficult angle Bensberg failed to convert. With three minutes remaining in which to play, Ybarrondo received the ball from Connors and easily scored. Bensberg annexed the additional two point, by converting. The second half was featured by a marked improvement in the playing of the Clubmen. On repeated occasions they threatened to score, but lacked the necessary cleverness to tally. Roy Emerson brought the spectators 140 THE REDWOOD to their feet by a long run through a broken field; which resulted in his scoring. For the Second Varsity, Bensberg, Sehellenback, Brown, Remmel, Casey, O ' Hare, Jackson and Emerson starred, while the Risling Brothers, Cobb and Stevick were the choice of the visitors. College of Pacific 5. Second Varsity 27. After a separation in football for three years, the College of Pacific and the Second Varsity of Santa Clara clashed in their first football struggle. The strength of the rugby material for the first time in her history enabled Santa Clara to place their Second Varsity against the old time " Tigers " , the first team of the College of the Pa- cific. In previous years this game was looked forward to with great anxiety by the Student Body and it usually ended in a hard fought contest with Santa Clara Varsity a slight winner. Santa Clara kicked off facing a strong wind. Play centered on various portions of the turf during the greater part of the first half, and it was only near the end of this half that Pacific scored. From a scrum Wright passed to Schaffer, the latter passed to Needham. After a beautiful run Needham passed to Ham, who scored. Schaffer converted. Santa Clara soon retaliated when a scrum was formed on the opponents twenty-five-yard line. Connors receiv- ing the ball from the scrum passed to Ybarrondo. Here Ybarrondo faking the pass to Milburn quickly passed to Connors, who scored. Half time found the " Tigers " leading by a score of 5 to 3. The second half saw the Second Varsity executing several thrilling passing rushes, that brought roars from the bleachers. Bensberg receiving the ball from Winston scored from the twenty-five- yard line. Three minutes later the ball passed through the hands of Con- nors, Ybarrondo, Remmel, Wassun, Bensberg, Emerson and finally to Mil- burn, who scored. From a drop-out Jackson found touch on the opponents twenty-five- yard line. Brown received the ball from, a line-out and passed to Christy, who passed to Winston and after a short run the latter scored. From a scrum the forwards started a dribbling rush in which Korte, Nevis, Remmel, Casey and Schellenbach, were very prominent. Schellenbach broke through the opposing defense and passed to Korte. On being tackled Korte passed to Milburn, who scored. Again the Second Varsity backs commenced one of their dazzling pass- ing rushes, the ball being handled by both the forwards and backs and event- ually Milburn scored. Ybarrondo and Milburn annexed the final two trys. Bensberg ' s accurate goal kicking aided materially in an- nexing the large count. For the Second Varsity Nevis, Schel- lenbach, Jackson, Remmel, Korte, Con- THE REDWOOD 141 nors, Ybarrondo, Higgins and Wassun played well, while Ham, Wright and Sehaffer were the choice of the College of Pacific ' s Fifteen. Second Varsity 8. Stanfo rd Seconds 10. In our first intercollegiate rugby contest with Stanford this year, the Second Varsity fought the fast Stan- ford Second Team to a 8 to 10 score. Both teams played a very clean game, and the result of the outcome was never certain until time com- pelled the opposing players to stop. Stanford scored early in the first half when Hammon received the ball from the line-out and swerved his way over. West converted from an easy angle. Santa Clara scored two trys in suc- cession and led by an 8 to 5 score. Two minutes before the time was up Bacon scored, and West converted from the most difficult angle on the field. Mulholland, Connors, Gilman, Win- ston, Aurrecoechea, Nevis, Brown, and McDonnel were continually in the thickest of the fight. S. 0. U, PREP NOTES. Inspired with, an over amount of " pep " and spirit, the " Preps " this year have commenced their season in masterly fashion, by easily scoring three victories. Managed by Mr. Whelan and cap- tained by Mr. Dana, the " Preps " have two energetic leaders and are certainly lucky in being under their command. The first game of the year resulted in an overwhelming victory for the " Preps " when they easily defeated " Redwood High " by the score of 38 to 0. Doud, Samniego, B. Williams, Rem- mel, Conneally, Irwin, Eisert, Devlin, Dana, McDonald and Dieringer added points to the large score. Their combination in handling the ball was astonishing, and their accu- rate kicking to touch. Their cross-kick- ing was also very conspicuous. Fre- quently the ball would be handled by every member of the backfield and a forward would receive the pass and score. O ' Hare, Doud, Captain Dana, Foley and Gaffey distinguished them- selves for the " Preps " . The second game of the season against San Jose High proved to be a more interesting one. The first half was marked by unusual hard fighting and neither team scored. Early in the second half, the " Preps " , headed by Capt. Dana, Mc- Carthy, Heafey, Remmel, O ' Neil and Sparks dribbled the ball from their five-yard line into the opponents twenty-yard line. From a line-out Remmel caught the ball and scored. San Jose immediately rushed the ball into the " Preps " territory and from a scrum Thomas received the ball and scored. The try was converted. At this point of the game. Perry, Bergna, Doud, Heafey and Capt. Dana commenced a passing rush and Doud scored after a fifty-yard sprint. H2 THE REDWOOD. Capt. Dana scored the final try. Capt. Dana, Heafey, Bergna, Rem- mel, McDonald and McCarthy com- pletely outclassed the opposing for- wards, while Doud, Devlin, Williams, and Conneally showed speed in the backfield. Prepi 3. San Jose High 0. Again the " Preps " defeated their San Jose rivals by the close score of 3 to 0. Though the game was devoid of any remarkable passing rushes both teams fought hard and played a clean game. During the second half the " Preps " took the offensive and rushed the ball to their opponents twenty-five-yard line. Here Mackey, McCarthy, Berg- na, Remmel, Pinard and Capt. Dana figured conspicuously in a passing rush, from which McDonald scored. From a hard angle Devlin failed to con- vert. Dieringer, Conneally, Williams and Doud did some pretty passing, while Foley, Saper and Pipes did some good kicking to touch. Preps 3. Santa Clara Sodality 8. On the occasion of the second game with the Olympic Club, the " Preps " had a little set-to with the Sodality Athletic Club as a curtain raiser, and came out on the short end of the score. As a specimen of rugby the contest Avas a poor one, the ball for the most part being among the forwards, and not a single passing rush worthy of the name was made. The principal reason for this was due to the fact that each team had an unbroken series of victories, and in over-avidity to win, the ball remained in the ruck. For the Club boys Acquistapace, Hayes and Pipes played an excellent game, while McCarthy, Devlin, Mack- ey, Eisert, O ' Hare and Doud played well for the " Preps " . Coach Jim Fitzpatrick and Father Walsh are to be congratulated on the class of rugby the Sodality plays. Second Preps 3. San Jose Seconds 6. The Second Prep ' s next efforts were a little more daring, and although they were not crowned with success as far as the long end of the score is con- cerned, they nevertheless did remark- ably well against a much heavier team. The stars of the game were McKey, " Bud " Byrne, Mackey, Williams and Saper. CONTENTS A CHRISTMAS WISH (verse) THE UNKNOWN - - - To THE CHRISTMAS BABE (verse) - PROTOPLASM AND ITS TROPISM THE OLD, OLD STORY (verse) A POSTAL DEBT TO DARIUS SANTA CLARA MISSION BELLS (verse) WHO SHOT HIM ? THE LILY AND THE ROSE (verse) ONE CHRISTMAS EVE TIGHTWAD TOMMY ' S TAMING A GIFT AND A WISH (verse) EDITORIAL - - - EXCHANGES _ - - ENGINEERING NOTES UNIVERSITY NOTES IN MEMORIAM - - - HAIL ARIEL SMITH (Acrostic) ART SMITH IN AERIAL FLIGHT ALUMNI NOTES - - _ ATHLETICS B. Gagan J. Chas. Murphy John Walsh F. B. Quinn - S. J. Othnie - Chas. D. South J. E. Trabucco Thos. Conneally John Walsh Raymond C Murphy L. Louis Gairaud S.J. Othnie Chas. D. South U3 144 147 148 152 154 158 159 166 167 170 173 174 178 18.? 184 188 189 190 19.5 200 a . fi ' %..Mm mm ' n U lp 4l, M : en s q: z Z HI 8 5 00 m g m o ; Q I- I a " I- Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3. 1879 VOL. XV SANTA CLARA, CAL., DECEMBER, 1915 NO. 3 A OIljnatmaB Wxb By B, GAGAN. •L HE midnigKt bells outringing TKeir joy-notes to tke air, Christ ' s benisons are bringing To Kearts oppressed by care; AK! may tKeir Keaven-sent message Forever linger there! %iav to doJi in tl|f Iitgljfal. mxh an partlj ppare to mm of gooi-utill ' The Unknown By J. Charles Murphy. LODDING PETE " we shall call him. He of the wild, dreamy eye, crunched on through the snow. He pulled his tattered coat tighter about him, bent his shoulders forward and fought towards the lights of the town. Perhaps some cheer awaited him there. " In that great big burg, " he may have argued to himself, " there ouglita be somebody to help a poor fella on Christmas. ' ' He had reached the outer shell of the metropolis. Through the half light of dawn a million beaming electric lights blinked and beckoned. His deadened hands he clapped together, as he blew on his long, tapered fingers. There seemed no place for a poor tramp to go. « The immense cathedral was already crowded. From far and near ants — hurrying, black, human ants — were crushing in. The spirit of Christmas filled the vast, holy atmosphere within the house of worship. And everyone breathed fast with expectancy. For on this Christmas morn the Great Or- ganist was coming. The genius of the keyboard, known from Montreal to Paris, he who made the instrument of man a breathing, living being, was to be there. So now the great heart of the cathedral throbbed with those gathered to do reverence to the Little King and to listen to the voice of the organ as it, too, worshipped Him. " Plodding Pete " , he of the wild, dreamy eye, felt a policeman ' s club sink into his back. ' ' Move on ! " And he moved with a nervous, hasty step. Christmas was in the air. Far off he saw the majestic pile of the great cathedral outlined in twinkling lights. Something seemed to urge him on, for he quickened his pace and moved straight towards the titanic bulk, pen- cilled in light. Slowly and with difficulty, he threaded his way through the crowd. Deep in his heart a spirit, the spirit of Christmas, was moving. Stronger than the numbing and tingling of the cold it forced him on. He stood on the cathe- dral steps. He pushed his way for- ward. Up a darkened stairway and the monster organ was there before him. Impulsively he rushed forward, but restraining hands seized the rag- ged figure. " What does this mean? " a voice said. " Take this man out. " 144 THE REDWOOD 145 With bent head the tramp spoke, " I used to play. I thought yoii wouldn ' t mind, it being Christmas. " Softened by the sad tones, the choir- master relented a bit. " Let him go, " someone else whis- pered. With trembling limbs the tramp tore away and slipped over to the console, sat upon the bench and adjusted the Then the tramp played. First a quivering tremulo stole over the hum of the throng below, and suddenly all was still as the tomb. The choir-mas- ter stood enchanted by the vibrant notes. A whisper spread quickly through the church: " It is not the Great Organist. It is only a tramp. " But the air was hushed again, for the voice of the organ was speaking. The tremulo died away to a whisper. It told of a Child brought forth into this sordid world to save men. Lightly and playfully it danced and a Baby laughed and clapped its tiny hands. The Spirit of the Child was in the voice as it rose and fell. Now it told the happy time of childhood and the joy and the love of the Mother. With one superb mas- ter-stroke it encompassed these serene years. Now, at a breath it told of the hard, weary months of silent suffering. It told of Good accomplished, of Love consummated, of hearts made true. It told of sickness healed, of weakness made strength, of Motherhood made perfect. It told of the gentle Mas- ter ' s wanderings, now by the flowing streams, now on the wild open plains, now in the crowded cities. It echoed His words to the listening multitudes with ever that deep note of sadness, the sorrow of One who knew that His people were to crucify their God. And now while none dared look or stir the Agony came. Softly and sweetly the voice floated out. It told of a still, calm night with a quiet breeze whispering musically through the rustling leaves. A wide, glistening sea danced below in the moonlight. In the Garden of Olives — alone — the Savi- or of Men was kneeling in silent medi- tation and the cold bloody sweat on his brow poured down as He prayed there. Then the Passion, harsh and discord- ant, mingled with the jeers of the rab- ble and the shouts of the soldiery. Ever and anon into the fierce jangling note there crept a sweet lingering whisper, the voice of the Mother at prayer. Then the Cross and the plea of the Bursting Heart, " My Father — hast Thou too forsaken Me? " Then a tone of peace and joy as the good thief poured forth his heart to his Lord and Savior. " This day thou shalt be with Me in Paradise. " But listen! The ter- rible thunderous peals grow in volume and swell till the very cathedral walls seem must burst asunder. An awful cataclism of sound, then silence ! Abso- lute silence ! A long, eloquent silence ! " Christ is Risen, " the joyful peals burst forth in all their glory, fill the vast cathedral with their echoes and 146 THE REDWOOD are thrown back by tbe dim gray walls. Then the voice of the organ ceased. gray something loom up nearby. He jumped into the waiting limousine. " Hotel Waldorf-Astoria, " he said. For a brief second the tramp gazed at the spell-bound crowd. A merry twinkle lit up his tear-stained eyes. Then he hurried down the stairway and slipped quietly out. No one noticed him and soon he was far away. He pulled his tattered coat closer about him and pushed forward as if bent on reaching his destination. He did not slacken his pace till he perceived a The Great Organist, he of the wild, dreamy eye, blew on his long taper fin- gers and sank into the cushions. The Spirit of Christmas throbbed in his soul. Then, forgetting everything but sheer joy of living, deep down in his heart he laughed. Even great musicians are sometimes human. atrr tlj OHirtBtmajs Sab By JOHN WALSH. m sweetest Infant, brother mine, _ My BaLy-brotKer, all divine, l Lain on the straw-strown sod ! Since you Have called me brother dear " Oh ! why should I have ought of fear — Though but a sinful clod — To clasp you to my heart of bliss. Imprint e ' en one adoring kiss And call you " Brother God. " The claim your Mother will concede — Am I not too her child indeed? Lo ! List ! she bids you come ; Joy ! Joy ! My arms enfold you now ; I reverent kiss your infant brow " Purer than ocean foam. " Oh ! rapture ' s tears you well may flow ; My soul, sweet Babe, to yours shall grow Till gathered to its home. I gaze enraptured on your face, I feel your answering fond embrace. Tour arms about my neck. Tour head a-nestling on my breast — Stay, Babe, I ' ll give you sheltered rest That none may rudely break ! To you I vow my life, my all. My fealty. King — ' tis all too small, Tet spurn it not but take. My Infant Liege! that I am thine. What greater joy could e ' er be mine Beneath the starry dome ! Mayhap, as Simeon of yore, I ' ve reached the pilgrim ' s farthest shore. Nor longer would I roam ; With you my spirit fain would jly — O barren earth, adieu ! I die ! Sweet Brother ! take me home. 147 Protoplasm and Its Tropisms By F. B. Quinn. ECTOPLASM from the Greek tt p w t o s first, and TT X a (T fia form, is the chief substance constituting the cells of which all living- matter is composed. It is the seat of vitality and the physical basis of life. This important fact was not recognized by the early biologists, for it was not until 1835 that Dujardin described the power of spontaneous movement in protoplasm, and in a gen- eral way called attention to its im- portance. In 1840 Purkinje and H. von Mohl (1846) were the first to use the word " protoplasm " , but even they did not understand its full significance, and it devolved upon Cohn in 1850 to demon- strate that it is essentially the same in plants and animals. Max Schultze firmly established the truth of th|is fact in 1860. Present day theories regarding pro- toplasm do not differ essentially from the idea held by these earlier biologists. The main point of difference seems to be in regard to its intimate structure. There are four schools, each holding its own theory. However, the scope of this article will permit only a mention of the one most generally accepted, which is: that cell protoplasm is made up of a soft, spongy framework, the pores of which are filled by a translu- cent, viscid liquid. This material, whatever its micro- scopic structure, on analysis is seen to be composed of Oxygen, Hydrogen, Ni- trogen, Carbon, Sulphur, and often Pliosphoras. Associated with these are also fou?id minute quantities of iron, and metallic or mineral salts. It is from these elements in various combi- nations, of which we are profoundly ig- norant, that protoplasm under the in- fluence of the living principle gets its power to function and live. Although all vital acts of a material nature are accompanied by chemical re- actions in cell protoplasm, these reac- tions are nearly always brought about by some external agent or stimulus, and in fact every vital function can be in- fluenced by various chemical and phy- sical forces to a greater or lesser ex- tent. The responses of protoplasm to the action of these irritants are called tropisms. One of the commonest and best known of these is thermotropism, or the response of protoplasm to the ac- tion of heat and cold. Our sensations when first we picked up a hot potato need no comment here, and the numb- ness felt in our fingers on a cold frosty 148 THE REDWOOD 149 morning is a universal experience. However, the effects of heat and cold on protoplasm have been studied quite extensively, and it has been found that some protoplasm, such as is present in one-celled organisms can withstand the extremely low temperature of — 373° F, which is the temperature of liquid hydrogen. Other classes of proto- plasm in different bacteria are not killed before being subjected to temper- atures ranging from 122° F to 257° F. The duration of time decreases with the rise of temperature and varies inverse- ly as the humidity of the surrounding medium. That is, in a moist atmosphere such as water or steam under pressure, bacteria are killed more quickly and at a lower temperature than when sub- jected to dry heat. These facts are most useful in science and industry, for without the knowl- edge of them much of our modern sur- gery would be almost impossible, and our processes for preserving food- stuffs, very uncertain. All protoplasm has a maximum and minimum temperature or an upper and a lower limit, beyond which life be- comes impossible. There is also an op- timum temperature, or the most favor- able thermal point for it to function. These points vary greatly; the lowest is from 34° F to 36° F, being that of plants and fishes of deep seas and of Arctic regions ; the highest is found in birds which have a body temperature of 104° F. The limits between which life is pos- sible become narrower as we ascend in the scale of plants and animals, from the lowest to the highest forms. As already seen, one-celled bacteria can withstand very wide ranges of temper- ature, while man, the highest and most delicately organized, cannot long with- stand a difference in body temperature of more than 10° F. Closely allied to thermotropism and in many cases dependent upon it, is chemotropism, or the response of proto- plasm to the irritation of chemicals. In general the effects produced upon living protoplasm by chemical activity may be divided into two classes. Those which depress or retard its function- ings, and those which stimulate or in- crease them. Between these it is not possible to draw a strict line of demar- cation, for other conditions such as temperature, quantity of material used, etc., play an important part in the result produced. As an example, strychnine, if taken in small quantity usually proves fatal, but if a large dose be consumed, only slight harm may ensue. Instances such as the above, however, are not numer- ous, and the action of most chemicals on protoplasm is both definite and known. Ether, used in medicine as an anaes- thetic has been found to produce prac- tically the same result when applied either to plants or animals. This illus- trates very well the similarity between animal and plant protoplasm. Many chemical agents affect it without visi- 150 THE REDWOOD ble change, while others, siieh as strong mineral acids, alkalies and salts coagu- late or liquify it. Stimuli proper, such as nitroglycer- ine, strychnine, atropine, etc., are in- direct in their action, but their exciting effect is very noticeable. An instance of direct stimulus is the action of malic acid (an acid found in apples and other fruits) on the male gei m cells of the fern. If a fine capillary tube filled with this acid be dipped into a liquid containing these cells, they will soon be found clogging up the end of the tube, thus showing their reaction to the chemical influence of malic acid. Electricity also has a marked effect upon protoplasm and its response to this agent is called galvanotropism. Heliotroi:)ism, geotropism, thigmotrop- ism and sitotropism, which are the names given to the response of proto- plasm to sunlight, gravity, mechanical, stimulus and presence of food, respect- ively, are a few of the other tropisms, a full discussion of which does not come within the scope of this article. It will be sufficient to give a few ex- amples. Everyone, no doubt, has no- ticed that green plants, if left in a well lighted room, will be found after a time to be bending towards the win- dow, with each leaf turned to receive the maximum amount of light. Geotropism is well exemplified by the tendency of roots to grow doAvn- ward into the soil. Thigmotropism is a common phenom- enon in the animal kingdom, as the sense of touch is a result of thigmo- tropie irritability. In plants it is not so common, though we have some striking cases of it in the sensitive plants, such as the Venus Flytrap and Sundew. Finally Sitotropism or the response of protoplasm to the presence of food is seen in the one-celled organism called the amoeba. This microscopic mass of protoplasm, though devoid of all senses such as we understand them, will slowly put forth its pseudopodia or false feet in the direction of the food particle, and the whole mass gradually flows around it, covering it entirely, and thus absorbs it. These are but a few of the interest- ing facts that show the wonderful prop- erties inherent in protoplasm. Nearly all the manifestations of life (suppos- ing the presence of the living principle) depend upon this susceptibility of pro- toplasm to various stimuli. Waves of light or sound, acting upon special pro- toplasmic structures in the eye and ear, call forth actions which result in the sensations of sight and hearing. Sim- ilar considerations apply to the sensa- tions of smell, taste and touch. Thus are living organisms able to respond to the many influences pro- ceeding from the world in which they live, thereby establishing the intimate relations existing between themselves and their environment. The problem of cell life, however, is still an unsolved one, and our knowl- edge of it is very incomplete. What THE REDWOOD 151 mysterious transformations take place in metabolism, i. e., the chemical changes occurring as a result of life processes, are as yet unknown and perhaps never will be known. Some of the external effects of these processes are understood fairly well, and it has been the object of this article to set down a few of them. Slip mh, mii Inrg By S. J. Othiiie. " y |P and down through the City ' s maze, l®J Two pilgrims wandered, weary-worn, All day long through the narrow ways. The one, a man with look forlorn, For sorrow shaded his downcast face; The other, a maiden, one could see Of lowly mien, and gentle grace And a look of matchless purity. They had journeyed far o ' er Judea ' s hills. To Bethlehem ' s mart, at their king ' s command; And a wondrous joy their spirit thrills. As they enter the Royal David ' s land. For here, indeed, would the Star arise, That the Prophet Seer had long foretold; And here, in its light, with sweet surprise They would gather the incense, myrrh and gold. The City is gay with the Eastern throng. And the camels are laden with fabrics rare ; There is laughter, and joy, and wealth, and song, And the Orient ' s perfumes scent the air. And the City ' s Inn is filled with life, For the sons of fortune tarry there ; And without in the court, there is endless strife, Mid the rival slaves of the rich and fair. But the pilgrims ' joy is not of earth; They are lone and poor, in a world of sin; The tribe of Juda gave them birth. Yet the royal poor find no place within The City ' s homes, for the rich are there; No room for the Mother with her Child, No warmth, no love, no pitying care, No room for the pure, — for the undefiled. 152 THE REDWOOD 153 And yet, they know ' tis Jehovah ' s will, And the Prophet ' s words are murmured o ' er; Their Ruler comes ! He, whose reign will fill The land with blessing from shore to shore; He will rule His people Israel ! And they suffer and wait, with a joy their own, With a peace no mortal tongue can tell, In Bethlehem ' s Cave, unloved, unknown. No room for Him in His weak disguise. The world would have Him great and grand; No room for Him with the worldly-wise, Though He comes a King,— at a king ' s command. No room for Him, — He must turn away. To brighten and bless the meek and mild, The poor of spirit, that day by day. Will see their God in Bethlehem ' s Child. That was years ago, in an Eastern land. But, He comes to-day, to the hearts of men, And He asks for room with His outstretched hand O ' er-filled with blessings, now, as then. He knocks and waits, — but, alas! in vain. How oft refused, rebuffed, delayed, — He must turn away with a heart of pain For the sheep from the Shepherd far have strayed. There are crowded hearts with the joys of life. With the fancied wealth of greed and fame ; There are crowded hearts, where passions rife Contest for power in deeds of shame. And up and down through the busy day. He seeks for room in the hearts of men ; They must yield at last to His kingly sway. And own His power, now, as then. And He comes to you, and He comes to me. In the garb of grace, to bless or chide ; Oh ! glad and warm let His welcome be. That He enter in and with us abide. A Postal Debt to Darius By Chas. D. South. (The following address, the original title of which was ' ' Clerical Efficiency in Postoffices of the Second Class, " was one of the features of the program of the California Postmasters ' Associa- tion in the Exposition City in the lat- ter part of the month of August, and the author, an alumnus of Santa Clara University, was honored by election to the vice-presidency of that organiza- tion.) Mr. Chairman and fellow-members of the California Postmasters ' Associa- tion: — Your esteemed president un- doubtedly assumed that a postmaster from the richest prune belt in the world should find delight in the discus- sion of a desiccated topic and, there- fore, thoughtfuly and appropriately as- signed me the dry, but easily cooked subject: " Clerical Efficiency in Offices of the Second Class. " Should I furnish e ven a small frac- tion of the satisfaction our prunes yield to the peoples of the earth, I shall be grateful for having failed to be awarded a subject of a decidvious nature. With native modesty, I am going to refrain from remarking that the cli- matic perfections of Santa Clara have a tendency to promote efficiency, or that a prune diet provides a health basis conducive to a greater capacity for strenuous exertion. I shall not mention such enviable conditions, be- cause I do not wish to create a spirit of jealousy in a convention so happily united in harmonious, progressive en- deavor. Candidly, I should have preferred to discuss the genesis of the postoffice idea, having enjoyed a perusal of the journalistic reports of our ancient Greek friend, Herodotus, who discov- ered the first post in the land of Omar, that worldly philosopher who glorified the intoxication of the grape. You are not, of course, to infer that the object of the primal post was to rush Omar ' s poetry to the magazines or to carry from afar the purple beverage which tinctured his Oriental songs. The ori- gin of the post is due, not to Polymnia, but to Mars ! It is recorded that Darius the Great, ruling the wide earth, obtained official reports from India on the one side and from the Bosporus on the other, by means of men and horses set at inter- vals across the Persian Empire, each man and horse appointed for a day ' s journey in accordance with the num- ber of days of which the entire journey consisted. " Nothing mortal, " wrote Herodotus, 154 THE REDWOOD 155 " accomplishes a journey with more speed than these messengers, so skil- fully has this system been invented by the Persians. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor the darkness of night pre- vents each one of these from accom- plishing the task proposed to him with the very utmost speed. The first rides and delivers the message to the second, the second to the third, and so it goes through, handed from one to another. " A subject like the " Original Post, " new from its very antiquity, would at least be devoid of dessication, the data having been permanently preserved — in literature. In these days when aeroplanes out- strip eagles and motor cars outspeed the wind, it is interesting to contem- plate the sublime strides of twenty- four hundred years of " mortal accom- plishment " since Darius conceived the idea of the pony post, — an idea gradu- ally developed through the ages, espe- cially under the Roman Augustus, till it has reached a climax in the modern national and international postal serv- ice, covering with electric swiftness all the five continents and all the seven seas. What were the exclamations of Dari- us the Great if conjuration could bring him from the twilight of fable into the full day of postal perfection as exem- plified in the model postoffice at the Panama-Pacific International Exposi- tion. There is the pleasure of an his- torical triumph in the realization that every citizen of this republic of a hun- dred milUon souls enjoys almost infi- nitely greater privileges and advant- ages in postal service than Darius the Great enjoyed when he stood at the zenith of his powers and glory, con- queror of the kingdoms and dispenser of the treasures of the earth. It may appear to you that my subject has little to do Avith Greek or Persian annals, and yet it may be contended that the historical matter in question is quite pertinent to the subject, since, if Darius the Great had not invented posts, and if Caesar Augustus had not amplified the system with offices, and if mankind had never learned to har- ness steam, electricity and gasoline to the wheels of progress, it is imaginable that the postoffice might still be prim- itive in its methods, and that a post- master from the prune region might not possess the material on which to found an article entitled, " Clerical Ef- ficiency in Offices of the Second Class. " For another preference I should have chosen to indite a sort of prose-poem to the postoffice, — that office into which are daily poured glad and sad tidings from everywhere, and out of which are daily distributed to town and country- side those precious enclosures contain- ing soul-brightening sentiments of hope and affection or, mayhap, melancholy advices that cloud the spirit with gloom. The postman is the sovereign people ' s courier, — courier of golden prospects and shattered dreams. Out of his magic mail-bag come visions of bliss and shadows of sorrow, sighs of love 156 THE REDWOOD and miirmurings of trade, echoes of war and prayers of peace, songs of hap- piness and wails of misery. In the notes he carries are expressions of all human emotions, all human desires, all human aspirations. There is something poetic in the thought of the man who daily tosses to the expectant multitude all these enyeloped heart-throbs. The postman is the guardian of the most intimate lines of communication between men. He is the temporary custodian of the secrets of human soci- ety from every quarter of the earth. Yet I am forced to turn my back on this topical house of allurement and to enter a literary desert through an im- aginary gateway inscribed, " Clerical Efficiency in Offices of the Second Class. " As to clerical service in offices of the second class, the problem is possi- bly more difficult, in a way, than that of first class offices, because the vol- ume of business in first class offices induces and requires specialization and makes it a positive economy; while the limited business of a second class of- fice would render strict specialization an expensive luxury. The all-round clerk is the particular need of the second class office, where transactions are not sufficiently num- erous to permit of exclusive employ- ment in a single department. To be explicit, the money order busi- ness of a second class office is not great enough to demand the sole attention of an employee, and the amount of regis- tered mail is not large enough to con- sume more than a small fraction of his time. The sale of stamps occupies only a limited portion of his eight-hour day, while the general delivery require- ments are not continuous. The postal savings department offers only an oc- casional diversion of employment, while the casing, dispatch and distribu- tion of mail have only brief, though regular and insistent periods. As a consequence, in order that a clerk of a second class office may not be dulled by excessive leisure and, chiefly, in order that he may yield an adequate return for his governmental stipend, he is drilled to utilize his of- fice hours in a variety of tasks, so that while he may not be as efficient in a single department as a specializing clerk of a like department in a first class office, he is, by force of circum- stances rendered far more efficient for an office of the second class than would be a clerk who had devoted him- self for years exclusively to the money order business, to registry, or to any other single department of postoffice economy. The clerk of the second class office, for these reasons, should be better fit- ted for special employment in a first class office than a specializing clerk of a first class office would be for the gen- eral requirements of a second class of- fice. Let me not be misunderstood as inti- mating that there is a desperate desire on the part of clerks in first class of- fices to be transferred to second class offices in order that they may secure THE REDWOOD 157 the liberal education I have outlined ; but it will hardly be disputed that sec- ond class offices furnish the most ex- cellent emergency recruiting stations for metropolitan posto ffices. The clerk par excellence (the kind produced in the prune belt) is scrupu- lously neat in dress and person; he is obedient to superiors, polite to pa- trons, and thoroughly familiar with the rules governing his scope of em- ployment. He is prompt in the per- formance of his duties, strictly accur- ate in his accounts, and truthful in all his utterances. He is not only temper- ate in his habits and refined in his be- havior, but he is devoted to the service of the government and is actuated by a spirit of pride in doing the things re- quired in a manner that will reflect credit on himself, his office and the whole postal system. In conclusion, I think I shall merit your approval when I aver that the efficiency not only of clerks and of car- riers, but of postmasters and superin- tendents of all departments of the postal service, has a notable incentive and potent, practical example in the efficient generalship of the man who has raised the standard of the biggest business in the world, and, by virtue of most efficient economy throughout the vast extent of the stupendous postal organization, was able at the close of his second year ' s stewardship to re- port a surplus instead of the old accus- tomed deficit, — and today, in spite of the abnormal conditions incident to the European war and the temporary effect of those conditions on the postal reve- nues, the efficient economies instituted by Mr. Burleson have enabled post- masters to award the usual increases of salary to faithful and competent servants of the department, including, of course, those particularly faithful and competent servants who perform so many distinct varieties of exacting Avork under the happily descriptive title, " Clerical Efficiency in Offices of the Second Class. " BmU Qllara iHtaBtott MMb By J. E. TRABUCCO. JUST plain old bells witK tKeir simple rKyme, Bells battered ana worn b}? the hand of Time ; Yet pass we tKem by witK reverend tread For tKey call up the faces of loved ones dead- Men saintly of mein and kind of eye, WKose Kearts, like ours, in days gone by, TKrobbed to tkese bells witK tKeir simple rKyme, Bells battered and worn by tKe Kand of Time. Just plain old bells witK tKeir simple rKyme, BrougKt o ' er tKe seas from a far-off clime. Yet tKese plain old bells speak a common tongue. Replete witK wisdom for old and young. Sweetly tKrilling tKe listening air WitK tKeir urgent call to vesper prayer. SucK are tKese bells witK tKeir simple rKyme, Bells battered and worn by tKe Kand of Time. But tKese simple old bells could clang and roar WKen fiestas reigned in days of yore ; Mor forget tKat now a joyous note Is not unknown to tKeir tuneful tKroat. TKougK tKey love to sob wKen tKe day Kas sped A requiem soft for tKe dear ones dead— TKese plain old bells witK tKeir simple rKyme, Bells battered and worn by tKe Kand of Time. 158 " Who Shot Him? " By Thos. Conneally. T happened in Wyoming many years ago, but still it is a mystery. A feud ex- isted between the two cat- tle kings of those parts, Morgan and Gade. Their estates were large, their cattle numer- ous, their incomes sufficient for a baron, but still they were not satis- fied. The one could not bear the other. It might have been professional jeal- ousy, it might have been cattle steal- ing, for rumor had it that one of Gade ' s sons was suspected of cattle stealing, and as a matter of fact was tracked down by Morgan and shot. This, the murder of his favorite son, filled Gade with a hatred for Morgan and for every one on his ranch. Morgan had a daughter, an only child, eighteen years of age. She was a bright, beautiful girl, and conse- quently had very many admirers. Not- withstanding the feud existing be- tween her father and Gade she held the affections of ' Jim ' Gade, who, on that account likewise disregarded the ani- mosity between her father and the elder Gade. Jim was a strong young man of about twenty. He had jet black hair, a broad forehead, eyes of deep blue and a jaw of iron. In all respects he was a handsome gentleman 159 and perhaps on this account he was loved by Alice. ' Barney ' Holt, the right hand man of Morgan, was also an admirer of Alice. He had often tried to win her, but his meanness and brutality were always a hindrance. One day when Alice and her father had returned from their daily ride, Alice was accosted by ' Barney ' , who tried again to win her affections. She was too quick for him and tripped lightly down the walk to the house. Here Pancho, her faithful Mexican boy, presented her with a rabbit. Of course ' Barney ' immediately came upon them unawares, and with his clenched fist he struck Pancho saying, " Get out o ' here, miserable hound ! " He then turned to talk to Alice, but she was gone. The brutality of the man had frightened and disgusted her. " Well, what the do you know about that ? the little gal gave me the slip! I ' ll get even! I ' ll get even! " Such were the mutterings of the mad- dened " Barney " as he went down to the barn. That afternoon Alice sauntered forth alone for a walk near the creek that ran by her father ' s ranch. It was a very pretty little stream, with small water-falls and natural dams. Alice 160 THE REDWOOD had chosen this spot because here it was that she generally met her lover, " Jim " . She had walked for some dis- tance watching the cool, clear Avater ripple along the pebble-covered bot- tom. As she stopped near a very large oak tree, a voice called to her, " Alice " . It was " Jim. " She turned and met him as he emerg- ed from the brush near the creek. They talked together for an hour. The sub- ject, although it began with the weath- er, drifted to love, and stayed there. " Good-bye, now, I must go. " " Good- bye Jim. " In a minute they had sep- arated, both filled with happiness, but alas, not to remain so very long. While they were so taken up in their love chatting, a scowling man was lurking about the other side of the creek. It was the girl ' s father, Mor- gan! He had listened to every word that was said and was now in a fit of anger. This anger burst forth as soon as Alice reached the house. " You brat, " he hissed, as he seized his daughter ' s arms, " keep away from that young devil or I ' ll kill you. Re- member, I mean what I say! " The girl was terrified ; she could not speak; she could not cry. When she had at last given way to her grief and fright she went to her room. Hardly had she closed the door when a knock was heard. She arose from her bed and cautiously opened the door. There stood her father and his foreman, " Barney Holt. " " Come in Holt, I ' ve got some business for you to attend to, " said Morgan, and he added in even a sterner tone, " Come here, Alice, this concerns you too. " When the three were seated in the room Morgan said: " Barney, you can marry this girl; I ' ll not let that devil of a cattle thief ' s son get the better of me. Hear that, Alice, you marry Holt. I want it. " The marriage took place in a few weeks, a very unhappy wedding as far as Alice was concerned. Barney was a brute, but Alice was an angel and longed for a more congenial husband. The first month of their wedded life ran along smoothly enough, although Alice felt she could never love Barney. Then there came a change. Mr. Morgan had left for the range. Barney daily ordered Alice around like a dog, and whenever Jim would happen along, woiild take particular pains to chide her. Alice could stand it no longer, so while Barney was away gambling with his companions, she went to the old meeting place near the creek to tell her troubles to Jim. Alice told him her tale of woei, while he listened with eagerness and sympathy. " Alice, I still love you, and as long as I live I shall do my best to protect you from that brute. " " Good-bye, Jim, I must go noAv. " With a lingering look and a hearty hand-grasp they parted. A few minutes later as Alice stepped inside the house she was confronted by Barney. " You young she-demon, " he said, grasping her by the hair, " I ' ll end that THE REDWOOD 161 fellow ' s life and then you ' 11 love me ! " Do you understand? " With this he let go and struck her a blow on the face. " Go you, get my supper for me while I go to finish a little job! " Yes, it was a job ; a mean, filthy job. He walked down to the creek and then crept along the banks like a cat, silent- ly and quickly. On the opposite side Jim still sat smoking a cigarette, dreaming of his love. He was sitting on the bank while his horse was eating the tender shoots of green grass on the edge of the creek. " Oh! You devil; you ' ll go to hell now, you will, " muttered Barney as he leveled his revolver, and fired two quick shots at the man on the other side. Doubtless through over-eagerness to kill, both shots missed their mark, and Jim gave immediate pursuit. Barney had a better start and was far over the hill when Jim reached the summit. " Why, you unprincipled crook, be- hind my back at that, " said Jim as he turned his horse on the trail for the Gade Ranch. That night when Barney entered the Morgan home he flung himself in one of the large rockers. He was seem- ingly in deep thought when Alice dis- turbed him. " What ' s the matter, Barney? " He looked up, but said nothing for some time. " Alice, " he said, " I ' m going to quit, tell Jim to come over to dinner tomor- row, I want to be square with him again. ' ' " Oh! Good! " cried Alice with de- light. " I ' ll write a note to him right away. " " And I ' ll send it to him in the morning, " said Barney with an at- tempt to smile. Yes, he sent the note in the morning and he also completed the little scheme he had in his mind. He had planned to have three Indians in concealment. In the front room of his dwelling he would hide them. When Jim would come they were to grab him and tie him to a chair. For their services each one would get a big jug of whiskey. " Sure, we savy boss, we do good job, you no forget the whiskey, " said the three Indians when Barney told them what to do. " Well so much for that, " said Bar- ney to himself as he walked home, " but that little gal is some good shot. Um — well, I ' ll fix her so she won ' t make any noise. " It was now about nine o ' clock next morning, so he entered the house to make good the job. " Hello, honey, " he said as he threw hit hat on the sofa. " What ' s the matter with you? " " Well you see " — Alice was cut short by a large handkerchief that was quickly thrown about her mouth. " Haha, I guess that fixes you, now for that Jim of yours. " With an oath he tied her to the bedpost and left her struggling to free herself. " You can cry and kick all you want, you little she-devil, I ' ll soon finish that hero that seems to love you. " He then 162 THE REDWOOD went away, cruelly smiling over his work. At tlie door he summoned the three Indians and instructed them in their part of the tragedy. " Get in behind that curtain, I hear him coming. Quick, you Peons, or he ' ll see you. " As Barney said these words a clatter of horse ' s hoofs were heard on the road in front of the house. " Well, " said Jim to himself as he alighted from his horse, " if he starts any monkey business I ' ll use my .45. " " Hello there, Jim, I want to see you very bad, let ' s forget the fued and come inside. Alice will have dinner in a little while. Say, believe me, she cer- tainly can fix up the grub in swell shape. " They entered, one with the thought of treachery in his mind, the other fearing some trick. " Now listen to me Jim and I ' ll tell you why I wanted you to come over. Do you remember the — " here he cut short while three pairs of strong arms encircled Jim ' s body. ' ' There you are, how do you like it Jim, old boy, " said Barney to the now captured, but still defiant Jim. " You little devil, Jim, why you ' re just like an infant at present, and when I get finished with you there ' ll be no more of Jim Gade. " So saying he struck him a savage blow on the face. For many minutes this same brutal conversation was kept up by Barney. At length something very surprising happened to the taunter. While he was in the act of drawing a large knife from his pocket, Jim, with a sudden lurch, caught with his foot, the point of his enemy ' s chin. Barney hit the floor with a crash; the blow was so sudden and swift that it knocked him com- pletely senseless. In an instant Jim was freed from the ropes and stood over the now helpless Barney. " You mean pup, you — " here a scream from the adjoining room caused him to drop the knife that he had poised over the body of Barney. It Avas Alice. She had freed herself from the gag and was now screaming with fright. She was neai ' ly free of the ropes when Jim burst into the room. He quickly untied the remaining ones. " Go quick or they will kill you, " said Alice when Jim had released her. " Who ' ll kill me? " asked Jim. ' ' The Indians waiting outside ; please go, Jim, for my sake? " " All right, little girl, for your sake I ' ll do anything, " and he crawled out the side window. In a moment he was riding fast over the hill, his thoughts on Alice. As he began to descend the hill, he cast a glance back over his shoulder. He saw three Indians poking their wild heads out of the window. ' ' Ha ! Ha ! You contemptable rascals got stung that time, didn ' t yer? " he exclaimed as he dashed down the trail in safety. When Barney awoke to his senses he looked about for Jim. Not finding him- THE REDWOOD 163 he let out a bunch of blue streaks. After fumbling around for some time he found his hat. " Confound him anyway! " " Where are you going, Barney? " asked Alice. " None of your business. What do you want to know for? " responded the infuriated husband. He took precau- tion to reload his .45 and stalked out with a determination stamped on his face to kill. Alice knew right well what was going to take place and she really wanted to be there. " Pancho! " No response. ' ' Oh, Pancho ! ' ' Still no response. " Pancho! " This time the half-breed servant heard and came running to the house. " I beg pardon. Miss Alice, I was asleeping on the hay. " " All right, I only wanted you to come and take a ride with me. ' ' " I go, you bet I go. " He then dis- appeared around the barn and reap- peared with two horses, both strong and beautiful steeds. They followed the trail which Bar- ney had taken. It was steep and rug- ged, but the horses were used to such trails. They ascended the hill on the oppo- site side. Here they could see the whole Morgan Ranch. While Alice was gaz- ing on the scene Pancho saw something that interested him, so he followed it up. It was Barney, creeping along the ground with his black .45 in his hand. Prom all observations he was bent upon killing something. It was not game, for he was using his .45. Pancho crept along the ground and watched the cat-like movements of Barney. What was Barney after? This ran through Pancho ' s mind in a second. " Ah! I know, he is going to kill Master Jim. No, no, you no kill good Master Jim, I killa you, you gringo, eh, you slap me once on the face. " With this, Pancho followed the des- perate Barney, who had now crept up behind a large cactus plant. On the other side of this plant sat Jim in deep thought. His thoughts were all on the unfortunate Alice. Lit- tle did he suspect the awful danger that lurked behind the shady cactus plant. Barney now clutched nervously at his .45. Before him was his great hated enemy. An enemy caused only by his own jealousy, meanness and cowardice. He raised his .45 and took long, de- liberate aim. His first finger was now closing on the trigger. A shot and he rolled down the ravine. Pancho looked at his gun and then said, " Ah! Ha! Ha! You, Gringo, you no more hit me in the face ! Nice little gun you do da work all right, me lika you very much. Ha ! Ha ! Nobody know Avho do this ! ' ' As the shot was fired Jim started. Upon looking up he saw a human form come rolling down the side of the hill — dead. 164 THE REDWOOD " Holy smoke, if it ' s not Barney! Gee, who was the fellow who did it? Well, I ' m glad for Alice ' s sake that he is dead. " " Hum! a bullet hole through his brain; good shot who ever did it! " Just then a crashing was heard on his right, he looked over his shoulder — two men were riding down toward him. They were Morgan and a herder from the range. Behind them Alice and Pancho followed. ' ' In the name of thunder ! Who did this? " roared the surprised Morgan. " You ' ve got me, Morgan, it beats everything I ever saw. " " It does, does it? Well, let ' s see that gun, my young man, " said Mor- gan, as he took the gun and examined it carefully. " Huh, six shots to go off yet, and no smell of powder. " " Do you think I did it? " asked Jim as he edged toward Morgan. " No, I don ' t, Gade, I free you from all suspicion. But what ' s got me is who shot him? " " Papa, don ' t try to find out, ' cause he was a brute to me when you left for the range, " said Alice appealing. Morgan thought seriously for a mo- ment, then quick as a flash he pulled out his wallet and tore out one of its pages. Having written a few lines on it, he turned toward Alice and said somewhat kindly: " All right, I thought he ' d do some- thing like that in my absence. Well, let ' s be going, Alice. I ' ll get a couple of men to remove his body. Oh! Mr. Gade, here is a note for you. ' " " Thanks. Good day, Mr. Morgan. " Jim read the note as the two rode away, it said: " I, Mr. Morgan, exon- erate Jim Gade from any part of the killing of my foi-eman, Barney Holt. The killing was of a mysterious na- ture. " " Well, what do you know about that? The old sport is kind of soften- ing. I too, wish that this struggle be- tween our families would stop. If Alice has her heart in the right place, she ' ll surely get her dad on peaceful terms again with us. It ' s a consumma- tion much to be wished for. " Here he turned and saw Pancho looking on the dead body of Barney and shaking his fist at him. This made Jim chuckel. Pancho only shrugged his shoulders as if to say, " I no know who do it, and no care. Him bad man. " A small white object lying on the ground attracted Jim ' s attention as he was walking away. He picked it up. It was Alice ' s glove. " Hey, Pancho, come her! Take this glove to Miss Morgan. " " Sure I do that for you Master Jim, " and in a moment he was on his horse and over the hill galloping after the other two. Pancho quickly caught up with Alice and her father. They were talk- ing together when he arrived. " Miss Alice, your glove, Master Jim he give it to me, he say, Pancho, you give this glove to Miss Morgan. " So saying he handed it to her. THE REDWOOD 165 But Alice only looked at it and then said with a smile : ' ' Paneho, take it back to Master Jim, and tell him to bring it back to me himself in six months. ' ' Six months later the fued that caused so much animosity between the Morgan ' s and the Gade ' s came to an eventful close with a big family wed- ding breakfast on Xmas morning. The shot was and always remained a mystery. Paneho knew how to keep his counsel, and dead men tell no tales. ®I|r ffitly mh tlf IO0? By JOHN WALSH. QRT tKou weary of soul and faint Kearted ? DotK care weigK thee cIo wn to tke eartK ? Have toil and misfortune and sadness Been thine since tke day of tKy birtK ? Wouldst tKou lighten the burden of trouble? Wouldst thou sweeten life ' s labors and woes ? Look up for a moment, confiding, To the Lily that beareth the Rose, Anguish of soul, doth it wring thee ? Are thy hopes falling withered and dead, Like leaves in the blast of the winter While the heavens bend gloomy o ' erhead? Surge despair ' s raging billows about thee? Yield not to thy spirit ' s dark foes ; But appeal, as a child to its mother, To the Lily that beareth the Rose. How sweet are the rose and the lily ! — The fairest of flowers that blow ; One symbols a pure, sinless nature. And one golden charity ' s glow. But when budded forth rose from lily ? Earth ' s bowers ne ' er such could disclose. When Mary gave Christ to us mortals. The Lily gave birth to the Rose. 166 One Christmas Eve. By Raymond C. Murphy. HE few main streets of Au- ber were ablaze with light and crowded with a merry, bustling throng on this, the most memorable eve of the year. The shop windows were piled high with dazzling, enticing wares, while inside were crowds of eager customers frantically buying at the last moment articles they had scorned to notice that very morning. The air outside was cold and bitter. The ground was covered with a mantle of snow, drifted so deep in places that passage was difficult. The croAvd Avas beginning to thin out, and eager figures laden with bundles were hurrying homeward in every direction, Avith pleasant anticipations of the Avarmth and Avelcome aAvaiting them. In all this happy, cheerful scene, there was but one solitary, dissenting figure. It was that of a man, or I should say, hardly more than a boy, shuffling his dreary Avay through the snoAV. He drcAV his thread-bare coat closer about him as the wind cut in like ten thou- sand needles and, Avith an effoi t, hur- ried his gait a little. And, indeed, he had good reason to be dejected. Ahead of him Avaited no loving hand, no bright and cheerful fire, no Avelcoming re- pose — instead, he Avould stumble doAvn the miserable little side street on the outskirts of the town, to the dark, cold little hovel he called home. He would crouch over a feeble little oil stove and hastily make his frugal meal. Then he Avould crawl into his cold, cheerless bed and stay huddled there in agony until a merciful numbness came to his relief. He crossed a wide, deserted street and found himself in front of a large house thickly surrounded with trees. It was warmer here, as the trees shut off the Avind, and he paused to enjoy the comparative heat after the intense cold of the open street. The house was the home of the Avealthiest man of the toAAai and Avas of pretentious appear- ance. The AvindoAvs were flames of light against Avhich the black outlines of the building set in vivid contrast. A large AvindoAV directly before him opened into a gayly lighted room Avith a huge fireplace, cheerfully crackling and blazing, in the far end. A large table in the center was groaning Avith its Aveight of beautiful and costly gifts around Avhich an admiring group of merry children was gathered. The Avhole room seemed to radiate warmth and luxury, and as it floated out through the partially open AvindoAV to the poor, half starved Avretch on the street, it only made the cold more bit- 167 168 THE REDWOOD ing, more cruel than ever to him. Sud- denly the thought crept into his mind, " Why should I starve while they revel in wealth and luxury ? " It was the old, old cry; the slogan of anarchism throughout the ages. Then followed the next thought, as certain to come as Death itself. " There lies wealth, the purveyor of comfort and happiness, in my very grasp. All I need do is reach out my hand and take it. " He shud- dered at the thought and turned away ; but already the plans were running through his mind. Even as he hesi- tated, torn and struggling with his own soul, the fire was covered up, the lights extinguished, and the merry throng went trooping up the stairs. Fate itself seemed to be with the thief. The house was now in darkness and silence. The open window seemed to beckon him on. He quickly scaled the low stone fence, the window sprang open at his touch, s Boo 9Ai] AV8J y •episui paquiip aq puB still glowed upon the hearth and, drawn by an irresistable iinpulse to warm himself, he groped his way across the room and dropping on his knees began to blow upon the embers. They soon broke into a feeb le, flickering flame, causing the shadows to dart fit- fully about and giving the whole room a ghostly aspect. The intruder leaned closer over the fire, oblivious for the moment to everything else. Suddenly the room broke into a dazzling light. Springing to his feet, in terror and blinking in the light, he found himself staring into the muzzle of a black, threatening revolver. He was paralyzed with fear. His hair stood up as though each hair was a liv- ing thing, the cold shivers ran up and down his spine, his eyes dilated, his over-wrought nerves broke, and he ut- tered an agonizing shriek. The cry seemed to awaken him from his stupor. He sprang for the window, stumbled, and crashed head-long through the opening just as the gun blazed and spit forth its leaden venom. He fell full length on the soft snow. As he struggled to his feet, the warm, red blood oozed from a hole in his chest, only to darken and congeal as it met the frigid air. Staggering and stumbling forward he somehow reached the street. There was a dull, burning pain in his breast and his breath came in gasps ; but most of all he was tired; oh, so tired! The cold no longer bit in and everything was soft and warm. He stumbled and was about to fall, when a firm hand suddenly grasped him by the shoulder and held him to his feet. « In a little white cottage under the shadow of the great, dark cathedral, a woman lay dying. A few friends knelt about the bed in an attitude of prayer while Father O ' Malley, the saintly lit- tle parish priest, administered the last sacraments. The woman was rapidly failing. Her pulse beat slowly and already the icy hand of Death was upon her. Suddenly, with a supreme effort, she half raised her head and seizing the priest ' s hand in a convuls- ive grasp, she whispered, ' ' Oh, Father ! Find my son. Promise me you will THE REDWOOD 169 save him. " The effort was too great. She sank back into the unconsciousness from wliieh she would never awaken. Father O ' Malley ' s duties afterwards carried him to many places and he had witnessed many such scenes. But the appeal of the dying woman never left his memory and her face often ap peared before his imagination. He was finally called to take charge of the parish in the little city of Auber. He had been called out on this Christmas Eve on some duty or other, and was pursuing his lonely way home, through the cold, raw night air. As he turned into his own street, he saw a man reel- ing in the snow a short distance ahead. He ran forward and supporting the man, prevented him from falling. With the priest ' s aid the fugitive managed to reach his own door. He reeled inside and fell upon his bed. The priest tore open his shirt, and, as he did so, his eyes fell upon a pair of scapulars the man wore about his neck. His condition was hopeless and already he was breathing his last. As the Father rose after giving absolu- tion his eyes fell upon a picture lying on the table. He started in amaze- ment. It was the picture of the dying mother to whom he had given the prom- ise so many years before. It was midnight — Christmas morn had dawned. The great bell in the old cathedral rang out the glad tidings and summoned the faithful to midnight de- votions. The new day was here — the happiest of all the year. Everywhere there was gladness and rejoicing. But in the little cabin out in the wind- swept, deserted side street, a soul was going before his Maker. Death, the comforter, had entered. Silent and peaceful, after life ' s bitter struggle, the youth slept. In the warmth and peace of childhood, his soul reached out to God. Tightwad Tommy ' s Taming By L. Louis Gairaud. IGHTWAD TOMMIE and the youngsters on the block were not very good friends. The Booster Gang, as the kids were called, were too noisy with their games to suit old Tom. Probably he had never been a youngster himself, or, if he had been, his pecunious nature had since dwarfed all memories of any such time. There were two big fruit trees in Tom ' s back yard — an apple and a wal- nut. Every year when these would be just bearing, the " gang " developed enormous appetites, such appetites as could only be satisfied by those two trees. But Tom upheld his reputation and the " gang " had many a free ride to the " jug " . Now, the " gang " were in the habit of playing ball on the street, and it always, seemed to happen that the largest and noisiest bunch would be right in front of Tom ' s place. I wouldn ' t say it was by any fault of the ' ' gang ' ' by any means. One day a foul crashed through Tom ' s front window and gave his better half a black eye. This " accident " set Tom crazy and he threatened the " gang " with a night in the " calaboose " . But the " gang " got together, and to prove their generous disposition, " divvied " up and paid for the window. Needless to mention, Tom ' s hatre d was not cooled any by this " accident " . About this time, there was great agi- tation for a " city beautiful " . Many prizes were offered, among which was one for the prettiest block. Accord- ingly the " gang " decided that their street should win the prize. Such en- thusiasm! Imagine a bunch of kids, hitherto given over to play only after school hours, wielding pick and shovel and planting lawn seed. My, but it was a treat to see them working. Everyone on the block took a hearty interest in the work of the " gang " — even Tom. But imagine the astonish- ment and chagrin of the " gang " when the results of their labors began to show. The whole block was as pretty as one could wish, save for one spot. Needless to say, that one bad spot was Tom ' s. Instead of a smooth green lawn growing between the sidewalk and the gutter, there was springing up some kind of flowering weed. The " gang " remonstrated with him, to no avail. His answer was, " That will stay just as green as a lawn will, so what ' s the difference? " The " gang " decided that the difference was too great for Tom ' s miserly nature. So, when the 170 THE REDWOOD 171 prizes were aAvarded, the " gang " were not mentioned. If there was any redeeming feature in Tom ' s makeup it was shown only to the " gang ' s " sistei ' s. Little girls were his one tender spot. So, what was his sorrow, when he found that the girls were preparing to take up their broth- ers ' fight. The first intimation of the new enmity he had, was when he woke up the day before Christmas, and going out after his morning paper, he found tied to his door-knob, a skeleton of a chicken. " With it was this note : ' ' For Tightwad Tommy ' s Christmas. From the Rooster Gang ' s Sisters. " Natur- ally, this made Tom feel awfully mean and blue, and try as he might, he could not get that note out of his mind. Billy, one of the " gang " , owned a big black dog, the mascot of the " gang " . Billy always kept " Boob " tied up at night with a very musical chain. If you could have heard that chain rattle when " Boob " scratched his fleas, you woud think all the de- mons in Hades were trying to break loose. This gave Billy an idea. When the " gang " assembled that afternoon and learned of the skeleton episode, Billy proposed to go them one better by chaining " Boob " on Tom ' s back porch to keep him awake all night, — v hich night, by the way, was the night before Christmas. Probably, the " gang " surmised that Tom Avould be up early next morning and planned a sort of an alarm clock affair for him. All that evening, as well as all day, Tom was thinking of that chicken skel- eton trick. It had reached the vulner- able spot in his armor. At last he was beginning to see how despicable he was acting towards the " gang " and their sisters. However, it was not sufficient to overcome his long antipathy towards the " gang " . Late that night, when all was dark in Tom ' s domicile, the several appoint- ed ones stole in and tied " Boob " on Tom ' s back porch. Along about the middle of the night Tom began to dream. And such dreams ! Fantastic chicken skeletons danced in front of him in all manner of weird dances; great big scrawny chickens, with staring, fiery eyes steadily watched him; some tried to peck at him as he lay helpless ; others mocked him, calling him " Tightwad " . And then his dream changed. He thought he was in Hades. An awful din of rattling chains sounded in his ears; afar off, in a miirky pall of smoke, he saw elfish goblins playing a mock game of ball; now closer, little demons danced about him, deriding him, telling him that this was the place for " Tightwads " . With it all, that awful din of chains continued. Again the game of ball obtruded itself upon his vision. One grinning gnome was swinging a fiery bat ready to hit the ball — a hot, living mass — as it came over the plate. He swung. A resound- ing crash. A foid. Directly towards Tommy it sped. Unable to move, Tightwad breathlessly watched it speeding closer and closer. Nearer and nearer it came, growing larger and 172 THE REDWOOD larger. Now it was almost on top of him. It was bound to hit him. He couldn ' t move. And then it landed — ■ square in the eye. A blinding flash, a searing pain, — and then he awoke, to find his better half ' s fist in his eye. She also was dreaming. But what was that din that still con- tinued, though now muffled to some extent? What was it? Where was he? Were his ears still suffering from that dream, if dream it was? Was he still in Hades? No, it couldn ' t be, for here were all the familiar objects of every day life. But what was that din? Un- able to understand this, he decided to investigate. Locating the scene of the distiarbance as the back porch, he stealthily made his way there and de- manded to know who was there. No answer. By the light of the stars, he could make out a dark form on the porch. Then he saw it was " Boob " sitting on his haunches serenely scratching his fleas. My! what a relief. Only " Boob " . " Thank Heaven! I ' m still on earth, " said Tightwad, " that dream was sure a corker. Gee I but what a brute I must have been to those kids. Well, I ' ve learned my lesson and hereafter, I don ' t give a rap what they do. Gosh ! I remember now, I was a boy myself once. I know what I ' ll do. This is Christmas morn. This afternoon, I ' ll give ' em all a good Christmas feed. " And Tommy, no longer Tightwad, went back into the house to woo Mor- pheus for a few more hours. A mt mh a WbIi By S. J. OTHNIE 10 HAT sKall my gift for tKy new year be ? Not treasures of eartK from land or sea, But the pearls of prayer, and peace, and praise, Deep set in tke gold of grace-filled day. TKe cKalice of love and unsullied joy, Without tne taint of tke world ' s alloy ; The censer of sacrifice to share Its perfume sweet with tKe balmy air ; Tne nymn of a grateful Heart to pray For a myriad blessings on tke way. Wnat snail my wisn for thy Mew Tear be ? TKe Good God holds it all for thee. The grace to share in the martyrs ' palm, And to join thy voice in the endless psalm. To patiently lie in Thy Father ' s Hands, Like Bethlehem ' s Babe in His swathing bands. To moment by moment each act fulfill, With trust complete in the Good God ' s will. Oh ! this is the wish of my heart to thee, — The blessings of time and eternity. 173 PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER EXCHANGES ALUMNI - - - - UNIVERSITY NOTES - ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER F BUCKLEY McGURRIN JOS. R. AURRECOECHEA C. K. CANELO G. M. DESMOND J. C. MURPHY G. A. NICHOLSON EDWARD L. NICHOLSON LOUIS T. MILBURN KEARNY LEONARD SOUTH r R. w. A. T. L I C. D EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of sul scription, SI .00 a year; single copies 15 cents EDITORIAL At Christmas Time There was once a Man, not altogether ungift- ed, who believed him- self capable of writing a Christmas edi- torial which would be altogether novel and perfectly new. The reason for his so thinking was that he had some gifts, and much confidence, in both the gifts and in himself. So he sat himself down with his pipe and his typewriter, and began. Having completed his first paragraph he re-read it carefully, as all who at- tempt anything of the sort should do. In the writing it he seemed inspired, but somehow, when he had completed his perusal, the brightness of his achievement was a bit pale. True, his 174 THE REDWOOD 175 craftsmanship left little to be desired, and he had written as his heart had spoken, but as for the novelty of the thing. . . . Now the office in which this man was trying to write the altogether novel and perfectly new Christmas editorial was high eeilinged, and shadowy. It was from somewhere among these shad- ows outside the pale of his desk lamp that a Voice — rather a shadowy and cobwebby, but still pretty cheery voice — suddenly began to speak, and in speaking confirmed the suspicion that had crept into the heart of the Man who would write the New Things. Said the Voice : " So you ' re writing about Christmas, are you? " " Umph, " grunted the Man, by way of affirmative — being too wrapped in thought to evince surprise. " And you want to make your edi- torial brand new, with wire wheels 1 ' ' " Umph, " re-grunted the Man. " And you ' re not succeeding? " " Naw! " cried the Man — which cry was not elegant, but very human. The Voice started to laugh, but ran ofE into a wheeze, as though it had swallowed a cobweb. The Man hoped it would choke, but instead, it coughed once or twice, then resumed: " Do you want to know why? " " Why what? " " Why you ' re not succeeding — why your stuff is not new ? ' ' " Yes — if you know anything about it. " " Although you ' re very rude, " re- plied the Voice severely, " I will tell you, thus: Now you ' ve written some very nice things there, about Love — and all. I watched you tearing them out of your hair by the roots, and al- though they show traces of labor, they ' re sweet and wholesome. Though yoit are only an editor, you of course realize that the love I mean is not the kind that makes the waves dance, and the streams sing, and the warm rains wash green foliage, and the stars to twinkle on crisp nights. It is because of this love that the poplar trees fling their branches into the blue sky, and babies laugh, and stretch out their hands. It is the kind of love that makes mothers gasp with happiness when their babies bite their breasts. Of course, we can ' t understand it. Its source is too far beyond our sphere for that. And, again of course, we never could understand the sublimest manifestation of that love. You know to what I refer? " " You mean the Messiah and his mission ? ' ' " I did mean that. For you see, if we can ' t understand why a bird, in- toxicated with happiness, flings him- self at the clouds in a flood of delirious melody, do you think that we can even begin to grasp the significance of the love which prompted Him who put the divine spark in the bird ' s little heart to descend to the earth which He him- self had made, and to share the death which He himself had hurled, as a curse, upon His creatures? " Of course not. But that ' s what you 176 THE REDWOOD were intending to write upon, I take it? " " That was it, alright. " The Voice would have thrown back its head, had voices heads, as it laughed. It laughed and laughed, and blew cobwebs all over the place. The more it laughed, and the more the cob- webs lighted on the Man ' s head, the angrier he became. At length the Voice stopped laughing, and said: " Well, well, well! No wonder your stuff is not new. No wonder you ' re in despair. The wonder is, though, that you didn ' t see at once the absurdity of trying to write anything new on it. At least, that shows conclusively that you really are the editor. " Why, my dear young man! The great, outstanding, and altogether un- disputable reason is, that you are writ- ing on the oldest thing in all the uni- verse ! It was the Love of Avhich you write that caused the waters to draw away from the earth, and to leave the dry places, and long before the waters and the earth were brought into being, it was that same Love that echoed through boundless infinity — or what- ever it was that watched eternity draw its first breath, if I may so speak. And this being the case, how in reason could you exi ect to write anything new on it? " The Man was obliged to admit the impossibility of such a thing. " I ' m glad to observe that you are showing signs of intelligence, " re- sumed the Voice. " You simply can ' t do it — that ' s plain enough. But I ' ll tell you what you can do. " You can relate how that Love, watching the struggle of Humanity against Omnipotence — which, of course, was a hopeless struggle — and seeing Humanity growing weaker and Aveaker, as it certainly must, in the struggle, without knowing against what it was contending, and therefore, not realizing that its struggle was hope- less, at length felt impelled — though not obliged, of course — to set things right once more. " You can speak of the means which that Love employed for so doing; tell about the tiny, helpless babe, in which that Love was incarnated. You can tell about the Babe ' s birth, and the Babe ' s Mother, and the Babe ' s growth into beautiful youth, and then to sublime manhood, and then to the fullness of wisdom, and then to the very pinnacle of divine sacrifice. And tell of the angels that sang about the Babe ' s crib, and their celestial chant, which fore- shadowed the emancipation of the Humanity that for such ages had been blind to its own end. Now tell me, editor, what was that chant? " " It was : ' Glory to God in the High- est, and on Earth Peace to Men of Good Will! ' " " Right! " approved the Voice. It ' s not at all new, but believe me, my dear fellow, it ' s the most wonderful theme in the whole, wide world! " THE REDWOOD 177 . , Years of preparation, e! oSion ' ' ' ' ' ' " " ' ' ' ' ' ' " advertising, an incal- culable amount of forethought, ingenui- ty, and planning, culminated in two hundred and eighty-eight days and nights of undreamed of, unheard of, and unparalleled achievement. All this refers to the Panama Pacific Interna- tional Exposition at San Francisco, which ceased to exist in the flesh on the fourth of December. Needless to say, the Exposition, while it no longer ex- ists officially, will never cease to exist unofficially in the memories of its mil- lions of visitors and in the annals of the world ' s great events. While it doesn ' t seem possible that the Exposition is no more, the fact is none the less true. And now that it is all over, the people of San Francisco and of the entire state of California, may ¥ ell be pardoned for sitting back with figurative fingers in figurative armholes, and saying, figuratively still, " We ' ve shown ' em! " And they cer- tainly have. Of all the myriad features that made up the bewildering whole, perhaps no greater feature was there than the flights of the young aeronaut, " Art " Smith. His skill and daring captivated the untold thousands who witnessed his numerous flights, and his personality proved to be no less a means of endear- ing him to the public. Santa Clara has been truly fortunate in having this young idol as a loyal friend, whose friendship made itself apparent in many ways, notably in his support at the Stanford-Santa Clara game on No- vember thirteenth. It was largely through the instrumentally of " Art " that Santa Clara was able to emerge victorious in the line of rooting and " bleacher stuns " — a victory that has been universally conceeded us — al- though the Fates saw fit to hoist the Cardinal supreme in the actual battle. Once again Art Smith is to demon- strate in his truly inimitable fashion, his affection and regard for Santa Clara. Just at the present writing all are looking eagerly forward to his lat- est stunt: namely, a flight here during the opening baseball game — an event which, when this sees the light in print, will have passed into school his- tory. And after all, is it not altogether fit- ting that Art Smith, the foremost liv- ing exponent of aeronautics, should fly from the same historic campus as that from which John J. Montgomery, the " Father of the Aeroplane " , made his first epoch-making flight in 1905? It seems peculiarly fit that this young idol, rejoicing in his mastery over the elements, should demonstrate the pres- ent marvellous efficiency of heavier- than-air craft in the same spot where the originator of that craft struggled and hoped, and labored until death overtook him, to make that same flight a possibility? We are in a pugnacious mood, so to No, our fountain pen does not leak and there are no sweet-voiced felines serenading us from the fence outside. Econtez ! and hear our tale of woe. We have been inspecting with great deliberation many of our com- rades in the brotherhood of college magazinedom. Sad to state — and this is the seat of our trouble — we notice that a number have relegated the Ex- change Department to the scrap heap. We cudgel our brain and strive to imagine their reasons for doing so. After much thought we can conjecture but four reasons for this unseemly action. They might have argued that the custom is ancient or that this depart- ment took up too much valuable space. Or again they may have maintained that fiery passages-at-arms sometimes occur and that this mimic warfare, if carried too far, is not to be desired. Or still again they might have claimed that most first-class college publications have chopped off this branch of the tree of college journalism. Well, regarding the antiquity of the Exchange Department, we shall say that there are other customs quite as ancient and quite as commendable which still exist, for example the cus- tom of shaking hands with a friend. If anyone said that this department occupied too much valuable space, we should like to ask if his two pages of a college publication could be devoted to a better cause than that of fostering among colleges the spirit of good will, good fellowship and mutual construc- tive criticism? At rare intervals unpleasant remarks may have been interchanged, but some wiser man than us has remarked of cases such as these that " their abuse does not destroy their use. " If the remark was ventured that all high class periodicals had foregone the Exchange Department, we could an- swer from personal experience that the one hazarding such a statement had been misinformed. The Tattler, The Student Weekly, The William Mary Literary Magazine, etc., still run Ex- changes. Some brothers of high stand- ing, for example the Loyola University Magazine, have reinstated this depart- 178 THE REDWOOD 179 ment in its proper place after finding that its omission left a gap in the maga- zine. Hence, worthy brethren in liter- ary pursuit, if yoiT are minus an Ex- change Department, for your own sake look into yourselves critically — weigh and consider. The Xaverian Friend Xaverian from Canada just appears before us. We hesitate to comment when we read that the erudite Northerner is celebrating his nineteenth birthday. However, most of the remarks we have to make are com- plimentary, so we decide to plunge in. The October issue is in the nature of a Commencement Number. We are given a cut of the graduating class and a comprehensive estimate of each man ' s history and character. These short sketches are interesting even to us who know nothing of the men spoken of. The address to the graduating class by the Bishop of Victoria is a masterpiece of its kind and must have been highly appreciated by the graduating class. ' ' The Fall of the French Monarchy ' ' and " Milton at Cambridge " have one excellent quality in common — they are both interesting. The former is well constructed and gives us much pleas- ure. The latter deals with an eventful period of the great poet ' s life, and we almost regret the brevity of the com- position. All the departments are in able hands. We are growing bolder now, and we shall venture to assert that a few more contributions, say, an - other interesting essay, a short story, and perhaps a poem or two thrown in for good measure, would in our opin- ion, greatly enhance the value of the already praiseworthy Xavier. The Anselmian Rejoicing in a more euphonious name St. Anselm ' s College Monthly steps forward for our ap- proval. We like the Anselmian. It is a frank little citizen. Witness one of its editorials: " St. Anselm ' s is not a ' big ' school. You knew that before you entered. In perusing her catalogue you find no mention of rich endow- ments — of generous state appropria- tions — of Gold Coast dormitories — of ' bigness ' of any kind. Our college isn ' t ' big. ' That ' s the plain truth of the matter. It isn ' t big, but it ' s sound. It ' s sturdy. It ' s thorough. It ' s effi- cient. Give St. Anselm ' s your best, newcomer, and you will enjoy here a successful and happy year — just how happy the husky voices and tear-mists of June, tell best. One of our own you will join in calling old St. Anselm ' s, ' twixt pine-clad Uncanonnuc and the rushing Merrimack ' My College and For Me, the Greatest, the Best Little College in the Whole Wide World. ' " How ' s that for perfect frankness? How ' s that for the right " pep " ? Some of our larger colleges would do well to catch the spirit of St. Anselm ' s and the Anselmian. Coming back to the point where ' we started, we perceive that the monthly is readable from the title page to Finis. 180 THE REDWOOD An essay on Newman is to be com- mended. It gives a short history of the great Cardinal ' s life and comments on some of his well-known writings. " Reminiscences of the Manchester, N. H., Catholic Diocese " is undoubt- edly interesting to persons living in that locality. " The Case of James Martin, " the only short story, holds interest until the end and is well executed. There is a treatise on " The Gunpow- der Plot in England, " which disproves in an able manner many of the exag- gerations concerning that well-known event. Then there are Vacation Mem- ories, " Varia " and other interesting articles, but not a single poem. The well-edited departments bear witness to the attendance of life in the college. Come again, Anselmian, and God love and bless you ! r... r. ._ » r 1 Beaming forth not St. Peter s Col- . , J - J with a new name avs did the Anselmian but with a bright new cover, Saint Peter ' s College Journal faces us. The first article, " Materialists and the Soul, " ponts out very clearly that materialism is founded on a fallacy and should be avoided. " Clementine " and " A Modern Mon- ica " are two short stories of quality. The first named, in our opinion, is the better of the two, although " A Modern Monica " is but a short distance behind. In " Clementine " the author has given us a realistic picture of a Southern mountain feud. He has succeeded to a marked degree in grasping that elusive point of English composition, natural conversation. In the second tale we find the author excelling in his descriptions. The plot of his story is not as original as that of his prede- cessor. Of the verse we liked best ' ' The Ship of Night. " Taking Number One as a criterion we predict that Volume Six of the " College Journal " will be one of the best that has ever appeared. The Autumn number Villa Marian of the Villa Mar- ian held our interest throughout. No other visitor is quite like this one, and in its particular field we have yet to find an equal. The es- says, stories and other articles are so numerous that we cannot comment on them all. We shall therefore pick out at random a few contributions which seem typical. " Rev. John Bannister Tabb " is an appreciation of the kindly poet-priest liberally besprinkled with quotations from his works. This summing up of the life and works of Father Tabb har- monizes with the spirit of the book. " From My Window " and " The Old Fireplace " both succeed in creating a quiet, dreamy atmosphere and either would form a background for several good short stories. " When a Woman Shops " is an hu- morous thrust at Miss America out for bargains. THE REDWOOD 181 " Snnset " is qaite the best effort in the line of poetry, but even this poem could be improved by a stricter atten- tion to metre. To the various other stories, poems, etc., we can give no higher praise than to state that they aid materially in making the Villa Marian the noteworthy quarterly that it is. We gratefully acknowledge receipt of Exponent, Creighton Chronicle, The William and Mary, The Tattler, The Victorian, The Aeademia, The Laurel, Mountaineer, Mills College Magazine, Student Weekly Solanian, Leader, Bos- ton College Stylus, Springhillian, Ford- ham Muntbly. Stanford Seauoia, Cam- pion, Univ. of Virginia Magazine, Gon- zaga, St. Thomas Purple and Gray, Laiiversity of North Carolina Magazine, Banks Herald, S. J. High Herald, Occi- dent, Amer ' ca, Young Eagle, Notre Dame Scholastic, Student Life, Will- amette Collegian, Dial, Canisius Month- ly, Holy Cross Purple, Bldg. and En- gineering News, Collegian, Loyola Uni- versity Magazine, Pacific Star, Colum- biad. The Xavier Athenaeum, The Stu- dent Weekly, The Ignatian, St. Paul Minerval. BOOK REVIEW. We have been treated to another story from the pen of Father Finn, the author of those lovable jiivenile works " Tom Playfair " and " Percy Wynne " . In this, his latest book, the author has lost none of that kindly humor and deep insight into boy character which have made him justly famous. " That Office Boy " centers about a popularity contest carried on by a metropolitan newspaper. Michael Des- mond, the office boy, persuades the Di- rector of the Young Ladies ' Sodality to permit that society to enter the con- test for the prize — a grand piano. Mi- chael works tooth and nail for the suc- cess of his proteges and finally the Young Ladies ' Sodality emerges vic- torious. The problem that confronted Michael and his successful efforts at solving them form the nucleus about which Father Finn in his masterful way has woven a gripping tale. Nu- merous touches of humor enliven the story. " That Office Boy " adds an- other bright page to the brilliant achievements of Father Finn. Benziger Bros., 85 cents. AS OTHERS SEE US. Loyola University Magazine — Novem- ber, 1915. " The Redwood with its liaised seal of crimson was another of the early birds of college magazinedom. As ever the pages of The Redwood furnished good and varied reading. ' Nothing to Speak Of, ' by F. Buckley McGurrin, is one of the cleverest playlets we have read in a long time. The stories ' His Mother ' s Sacrifice, ' by L. Louis Gai- raud, and ' A Mistaken Vocation, ' by Walter P. Howard, are both good, the 182 THE REDWOOD former has a very unusual plot but could be much improved in the writ- ing. ' Are the Dark Ages Justly So Called? ' an essay by Edmund F. Brad- ley, is interesting but reads like a synopsis of Dr. Walsh ' s well-known work on the thirteenth century. ' In Memoriam, by Arthur Quill and ' An Autumn Thought ' are both praise- worthy pieces of verse, showing evi- dences of poetic ability. The chronicle and news notes of the Redwood are un- usually full and bear witness to the spirit and activity of Santa Clara. We shall watch for the coming issues. Campion — November, 1915. " ' Are the Dark Ages Justly So Called ' is the name of an essay in the Redwood which sets forth all the achievements of the so-called dark ages in a manner that leaves no doubt that the name ' Dark ' is not deserved by that period to which it is usually ap- plied. The article is simple and clear and although somewhat long it does not tire the reader. Very often in treatises upon the greatness of the Middle Ages one notices a contempt for modern achievements which immediate- ly stamps the writer as a kind of ' laudator temporis acti ' — one who thinks that all excellence is to be found in ancient times and none in this age. This quality or tone is entirely absent in the essay in the Redwood. ' A Mis- taken Vocation ' is a short story re- markable not so much for its plot as for the description of the scenery and character.. " The Academia. A very attractive and interesting ex- change is " The Redwood " . The poetry of the October number is especially worthy of praises. Santa Clara ' s Muse sings sweetly. In point of artistic de- sign; also " The Redwood " surpasses many of our other exchanges. " Are the Dark Ages Justly So Called? " will repay the time required to read it. In the line of the short story, " A Mis- taken Vocation " is both interesting and well done, and the little play, " Nothing to Speak Of, " reveals ad- vantageously the queerness of some young people. Editor ' s Note. — The foregoing are only a few chosen at random from the some dozen reviews which have already appeared about this year ' s " Red- wood. " We truly feel honored by such lavish and universal praise. But in- stead of permitting it to turn our heads we are determined by this encourage- ment given to strive with still greater energy to raise our standard. Needless to add, we are deeply, very deeply grateful to all who have made com- ment upon us. Our good will towards them and towards all our fellow-ex- changes finds a substantial expression at this blessed season in the heartfelt prayer that they may enjoy a Merry Christmas and a Prosperous New Year ! (:; ■■I Kt-lsHll E Jl lf l tS ll M i Mk Lecture on Water Power Development Mr. J. W. Swaren, of the Pelton Water Wheel Co., of San Francisco, gave an illustrated lecture to the mem- bers of the Engineering Society on the development of water power. He illus- trated and described timber dams, gravity dams, and variable radius and multiple arch dams explaining the dif- ferent features of each type. He then showed examples of power plants and the transmission of electrical energy, concluding his address by descriptions of the wonderful changes wrought by irrigation with the water impounded in the various dams. Slides on Panama General Goethals, in his latest re- port, estimates that 10,000,000 cubic yards of material must be removed from the banks of the canal before the slides will be permanently checked. Of course the canal will be navigable long before this work is completed. Temperature Changes in Mass Con- crete Prom thermometers placed in vari- ous parts of the interior of the Arrow- rack dam, it has been found that the concrete in the center of the dam will probably retain some of the heat due to the chemical actions of setting and hardening for five years or over. The changes in volumne due to these agen- cies — except for points very close to the exposed faces, are greater than those due to seasonal temperature variations. 183 Mntui raitg nus student Body Meeting The regular meeting of the Associated Stu- dents took place this afternoon at which the affairs of the fall semester of athletics were officially closed up. By a vote of the members, four-star sweaters were awa rded to Louis Mil- burn and Dan Gilman, these having h - filled the qualifications necessary to such an honor. Thomas Ybarrando, in accordance with the ancient Santa Clara custom, was awarded a block as Coach of the football team. A motion was passed which provided that the twenty players used this year against Stanford should be given small gold footballs. To this number were also added the Coach, Trainer, Doc Browne, and Assistant Manager Joe Aurrecochea. A committee was ap- pointed to choose some fitting tokens of gratitude to be presented to Fr. White, Joe Murphy and Chief White of San Francisco. A vote of thanks was ten- dered the yell-leaders. A representative from the associated students to the Santa Clara Chamber of Commerce was, upon invitation of that body, elected, Theodore Ryan, a Junior in the Law Department, regis- tering from Montana, being chosen after a close contest with Ger ald Des- mond of Sacramento. At the conclu- sion of the meeting a report of finances was read, which showed the Student Body more comfortably prosperous. Joe and Clara Students have come, and many have depart- ed, but few have cre- ated the excitement or merited the notoriety enjoyed by one feline co-ed, Clara by name. At 7 P. M. in the morning Clara stepped playfully into the Inner Campus, little knowing its climatic re- semblance to the North Pole. An hour later, as Clara was stepping off a few rounds on the track to aid circulation, her rescuer appeared on the scene with a benignant smile and a bowl of bovine extract. From thence onward Clara took up journalism and warm stovism in the Redwood sanctum, but has since mysteriously departed to the boiler room, the origin of all heat, and inci- 184 THE REDWOOD 185 dentally two blocks nearer to the milk- man ' s domicile. At the last meeting of SuMu the House of Phil- Philhistorians , , • .-, historians, the argu- ment, " Resolved: that Dr. Hauselden ' s Action in the Case of the Bollinger Baby was Not Justifiable " , was ably set forth and defended by Rudie Seholz and Demet Diaz, affirmative, and J. Ford Morris and Hilding Johnson, neg- ative. The moral side of the discussion was strongly brought out by Seholz and Diaz, and strongly refuted by their opponents. It was decided that the deformed body is but the physical container of the perfect soul the Lord placed there- in, and that the justice and mercy of God as seen by Dr. Hauselden sanc- tioning his action, need never to have been were not mankind to suffer. Some concerns are Enterprise pretty enterprising — others a whole lot more so. Take for instance our Co-op Store with Fr. Quevedo at the helm. Not satisfied with selling tobacco and jewelry, they ' re now handling oyster cock-tails and gent ' s furnish- ings. Footballs and Ghirardelli ' s Choco- late they always had, but since their latest speculation on a steam-cleaning contract, we wont be a bit surprised if, after the advent of Art Smith ' s Day, they have some junior birdman charged up with an airship. , , Deep, indeed, is the rlecror sorrow, that one of our Zapeda beloved schoolmates should, by the Hand of God, be taken from our midst, as was Hector Zapeda. His was a kind and generous nature, giving little thought to his own danger, yet childlike in his sorrow at the mis- fortune of a friend. We feel in his absence a place in our hearts which can be filled only by some- one of equally high ideals, as straight- forward and frank a character, and as kind a heart. To Joseph Ottens, Hector ' s fellow companion in the misfortune in which Hector lost his life, we offer our most sincere hope for a successful recovery. You all know, concern- Pep ing the Big Game, how the Team fought, and what a noble showing they made against the greatest team that Stanford has ever had — but have the Rooters been given to understand how nobly they stood behind the Team? True, the Yell-Leaders worked hard — gave the best they had — but where did the noise come from? What good are Yell- Leaders without fellows such as you are behind them — and with hearts such as yours? 186 THE REDWOOD From the crack of the first gun, when hope was strong, ' till the last in- stant of the game the team fought for you, and the way they fought — thej spirit that held them to the last minute can be explained only by turning to the fellows in the Rooting Section — and as proud as we were of our fighting team, with equal pride the players point to you as their faithful mainstay. At a special meeting of Art Smith the Student Body, called Dee. 1st, the an- nouncement of Art Smith ' s Day, named for Dec. 11, was made. We feel honored that, after refusing other inducements, he has offered to perform for the benefit of the Univer- sity. Committees were appointed to re- ceive the guests on that day, and men were selected to deal with even the sightest detail, that the day might be the greatest success. In the name of the Students, the Faculty, and all those concerned, we thank Art Smith for this, and for the enthusiasm he showed in Santa Clara ' s team at the Big Game, and assure him that his success will always be enjoyed by us as much as by himself. The Junior Dramatic J. D. S. Notes Society is holding its weekly debate with the regularity of an eight-day clock. The more recent subjects that were con- sidered before this high tribunal were to the effect that military training should be introduced into all schools and colleges. The militarists, repre- sented by Messrs. Vieini and B. Will- iams, won out over Messrs. Comically and More. Another recent subject was the famous Bollinger Baby ease. After the debate was over we came to the conclusion that we had several moral- ists and jurists, incipient it is true, among us. Two Aveeks ago after the debate an informal smoker was held. Besides many palatable things, good cheer and lively songs were the order of the evening. Another vaudeville show was considered before Christmas, but with the mid-year exes at hand it might be better to put it off until after the beginning of the new term. The Sanctuary Banquet On the evening of Dec. 5 the i Sanctuary Soci- ety held its annual ban- quet. It was quite an elaborate affair. The good old pianists, Messrs. Crowley and J. Coyle, were on hand, and con- tributed not a little to the jollification of the evening. Also we were honored by the presence of " All American " O ' Neil and Diaz. The speakers were legion; in fact, everybody talked, even Eddie Mulholland, which by most is considered a first-class miracle. Tuesday evening, No- Football vember 9, the dramatic Extravaganza . . g Body, ably superintended by Fathers THE REDWOOD 187 Fox and Sullivan, S. J., staged one of the most successful vaudeville enter- tainments ever produced at the Uni- versity Auditorium. The show was given for the benefit of the University Band and Orchestra, and we who saw them strut majestical- ly out onto the field at the Big Game in their immaculate uniforms, know the grand results of the extravaganza ' s patronage. Some of the acts were circuited to the Mountain View play house by Pr. Wm. Boland, S. J., and were attended by great success. Pr. Sullivan ' s Congress of Nations was unique, and showed perfect train- ing of the players. RESOLUTIONS. At a special meeting of the Third Year Class of the High School of the University of Santa Clara, the follow- ing resolutions were adopted: — WHEREAS, God, in His infinite wis- dom. Who always loves us and Who acts for best interests, has deigned to call to Himself our dear friend and be- loved classmate, HECTOR RALPH ZBPEDA, in a manner which has af- fected us more than words can tell, and left the memory of his gentle man- liness and kindness, his whole-hearted earnestness and devotion, his real goodness more fresh with us on ac- count of his sudden call, and WHERAS, our duty towards our de- parted fellow-student, our sincere sym- pathy towards his heart-broken par- ents, and real Christian charity require that we be mindful of him as well as we can, and WHEREAS, our friend, who has now gone from amongst us, also was a most esteemed member of our class ; there- fore BE IT RESOLVED that an earnest expression of deepest regret and most heartfelt sorrow over the loss of our popular classmate be conveyed to his bereaved parents ; and BE IT PURTHER RESOLVED that the class have several Masses offered for the repose of his dear soul ; and BE IT PURTHER RESOLVED that a copy of these resolutions be forward- ed to the parents of our departed friend, and that they be printed in the next issue of The Redwood. Signed: J. R. Pitzpatrick, President. B. J. Baratono, Vice-President. B. T. Williams, Secretary. A. J. Terrazas, Treasurer. R. H. Eisert, Sergeant-at-Arms. J. M. J. in H mortam HECTOR RALPH ZEPEDA " It is a holy and wholesome thought to pray for the dead. " Lit- tle pamphlets bearing this inscription and with blank spaces below for the dear departed, were given out on October 30, as they have been many a preceding year at Santa Clara University. It fell to the lot of our departed classmate to distribute these pamphlets to his fellow- students on the day prior to his death, little dreaming that on the morrow his own name would appear on the list of dead, to be prayed for on the following Tuesday at God ' s holy altar. Sunday, October 31, at 8:30 o ' clock Hector Zepeda, accompanied by his friend, Joseph Ottens, left for a day of recreation in San Fran- cisco. Light-hearted and joyful, they seemed at their departure on their powerful motor-cycle. The day had been spent in and about the Dream City as merry as could be. As the sun laid down to sleep, and the evening breeze rose, they started homeward. The ride was all joy until Palo Alto was reached. An automobile carrying five passengers, from a trip to San Jose, was coming at a great rate near Palo Alto. In an instant they struck, and Hector was dashed into eternity. A gloom settled lapon the campus, when the sad story was re- vealed ; the memories of our beloved friend will not only live for days, but his life and story will be re-echoed by these sacred walls in years to come. Born in Tucson, Arizona, on June 11, 1897, where his parents still reside, he entered Santa Clara in September, 1914. He was a boy admired by all, for his generoiis and upright character ; always the first to volunteer in case of need, willing to make any sacrifice to help others. These were the qualities that gained the honor and love of his superiors and classmates. His life was full of ambition, reinforced by good qualities and tal- ents which were all suddenly cut ofl ' by Him who gave him all. The reason for such a tragic end is contained in the unscrupulous goodness of God. But. we have the solace that he was not taken to his Almighty Judge unprepared. For on the day before he had knelt at the altar to receive for the last time his God and Savior, whom he was soon to meet face to face, in His eternal home. To his dear bereaved parents the Student Body tender their most sincere and heartfelt sympathy. R. I. P. 188 In 2 ij ml Aral mttl|! An Acrostic by CHAS. D. SOUTH Apollo ' s herald, knavish chap, Romped o ' er the heaven ' s azure map, Tricked out with natty winged cap, — Shoes magical with wings af lap, — Moved through the blue, as if a snap It were, unknown to all mishap, To skim the skies ! Fie, Grecian myth ! How far outclassed by Ariel Smith ! Art straddled Science, turned her face Ever where clouds and eagles race ; Rose with a bound, and whirled to chase Old myths from out etherial space, — Nor least the myth His Pagan Grace, Apollo, in his herald ' s case. Upon us foisted. Exit, myth! The aerial conqueror hail ! AET SMITH ! 189 Art Smith in Aerial Flight HIRTY thousand people, a fifth of whom were packed in the baseball grounds, saw the exposition aviator. Art Smith, play hide and seek in storm clouds 2000 feet above the university campus, Sun- day afternoon, December 12th. In fact there was a widespread be- lief Sunday that both the flight and game had been called off on account of the storm and, but for threatening weather conditions it is estimated that from 50,000 to 100,000 people would have been attracted by the program. As it was the Mission town was thronged with people on foot, in rigs and in automobiles and the baseball field was surrounded by the thousands who waited patiently under dripping umbrellas for the drone of Art Smith ' s big dragon fly in the heavens. Start Made From Small Field. The ball game was called at the end of the sixth inning on account of the soggy condition of the ground. A mo- tor truck was hitched to bleachers at one end of the field and they were dragged bodily to one side. Art Smith and his machine, all in readiness for the flight, were thus revealed to the waiting multitude. There was very little runway and fear was expressed by some that Smith would be unable to clear the high barbed wire fence at the south end of the field. Their alarm was needless, for Art left the ground before he was half-way across the enclosure and by the time he had reached the fence he was fully 100 feet up and rising rapidly in the face of a gale. After leaving the ground Smith spot- ted a heavy black cloud headed his way and in a moment the aviator was lost to view behind this aerial obstruction, but not for long. When the audience was wondering what had become of him he came volplaning through the fleecy mass, then the thousands below were treated to the thrilling spectacle of a cloud being looped. After going through every imagina- ble aerial maneuver Art Smith jiointed the nose of his machine downward and came into the football field with a swoop like a hawk after a rabbit. It looked as though the terrific momen- tum could not be checked, but at the last moment the elevating plane was straightened by the intrepid pilot and the machine settled gently and was quickly braked as it glided over the turf. Art wore a University of Santa Clara sweater and rooting cap in the air. 190 THE REDWOOD 191 The sweater was given him by the stu- dent body just before the recent Santa Clara-Stanford game, when the aviator helped to lead the Mission rooting sec- tion. By Charles D. South. In a reception room of the Univer- sity, after his marvelous flight among the clouds. Art Smith executed a lightning change of costume, and the vermilion ' varsity sweater gave place to more conventional attire. On his breast then gleamed many precious medals of gold, aviation honors from all over the land, but the boyish-faced little king of the aeroplane pointed with especial pride to a tiny gold but- ton, almost lost among the more preten- tions decorations, and exclaimed, with a glowing smile, " This is the most cov- eted medal of all, for it is my badge of membership in the United States Aviation Corps, and it means that I have pledged myself to use my skill in air in behalf of my country when- ever she calls me. " Five different belligerent European governments have made tempting bids for the services of this young master aeronaut; but Art Smith is an advo- cate of peace, and he believes in Am- erican neutrality. He would enlist for his fatherland, however, and his father- land is the land of the Stars and Stripes. " " The 50,000 peope who Avitnessed your flight today would be delighted, I am sure, to hear the story of your ex- perience in the clouds, " I ventured. " Well, " replied Art, " today ' s flight was replete with novelty. The condi- tions which prevailed during my exhi- bition were absolutely new to me, ow- ing to the absence of rain while the heavy clouds hung extremely low. Fly- ing in and out of the clouds is one phase of aerial navigation to which an aviator never becomes accustomed, be- cause the relative positions of the clouds and the country over which you are flying are constantly changing. " I have never enjoyed floating around the clouds so much as on this flight in Santa Clara, and I have never viewed from the sky a scene more at- tractive than this most charming of valleys. " The fleecy white of the clouds proved a striking contrast to the fer- tile black loam of the freshly-plowed fields. These plowed fields, discov- ered in all directions throughout the valley, suggested to my mind a vast checker-board. If appearances have not deceived me — and I am certain they have not — the soil I saw was fer- tility itself, and this valley of Santa Clara must be one of the richest valleys in the world. " The crowd on the university cam- pus was immense, yet small in compari- son with the tens of thousands who watched me from the highways and by- ways in the surrounding territory. I am happy to be here, and to fly here. The day was not the best of course. 192 THE REDWOOD but everybody was satisfield, I am told, and I am more than satisfied. " A few hours previous to his won- derful exhibition, Art Smith visited the abandoned hangar of the late John J. Montgomery, " The father of the aeroplane. " The famous old building stands in the southwest corner of the mission vineyard and still contains the models of the airships built by a genius Avhose work has indelibly impressed it- self on the history of aeronautics. " Professor Montgomery ' s machine, " declared Art Smith, Avith enthusiasm, " is mighty close to the practical aero- plane of the present day. All the fundamental principles which charac- terize my own machine, I find, were in- corporated in Montgomery ' s model. The general length and breadth, and more particularly the curve of the rib, are very similar to the measurements and rib-curve of the most approved airship. " The system adopted by Montgom- ery in experimentation is the system which, I believe, will ultimately solve the most idealistic problems of aerial navigation, namely, those probems ap- pertaining to the size, the shape, the curve and the flexibility, or whatever feature it is, of the wings, which will comprehend the realization of man- flight with very little or no motive power. " Machines may be designed with that object in view, but the real test will be to release them from balloons and compare the flight of one machine with the flight of another. By such a system the experimenter will be able to gather data which will be genuine, as all the experiments will be perr formed under actual conditions. " It is not unreasonable to expect that some day we shall have a machine capable of sustained flight without the use of motive power, and such a ma- chine was the ideal toward which John J. Montgomery persistently labored. The eagle, the buzzard, the seagull, the albatross, are inspirational examples of this type of flight. " Laboratory experiments with wind- tunnels and other instruments neces- sary for testing models of a big ma- chine have done much toward the de- velopment of the aeroplane, but those experiments cannot possibly yield a class of data comparable in value to that produced by the system originat- ing with Professor Montgomery. " If the machine which will fly with- out motive power is ever realized, its production will have been accom- plished by a continuation of the ex- periments begun by Prof. Montgom ery. " ' AUVMNI « Thomas Hanford Williams, ' 80 A. B., head of Western rac- ing for twenty-five years, died on Nov. 6th at his home, 524 Jack- son street, Oakland, following an ill- ness from heart and pulmonic trou- bles. He passed away at the age of fifty-seven years, being survived by his widow and two children, Thomas H. Williams, Jr., and Beatrice Williams. His funeral took place privately Mon- day afternoon, Nov. 8th. Born in Sacramento in the year 1859, Williams was the son of a lawyer who, through one of the strange vagaries of Fortune, had been given some unappre- ciable mining stock as a fee, which he later sold for the sum of six millions. The boy obtained his education in the San Jose and Oakland schools. His college work was begun at the Univer- sity of California and ended at Santa Clara, from which he graduated in 1880. After leaving College, Williams first devoted his time to attending to his father ' s holdings, 110,000 acres in the San Joaquin and Sacramento val- leys. In 1887 he became a member of the contracting firm of Ferris and Williams. It was in 1888 that Williams first took an interest in racing. In 1890 he took charge of the Pacific Coast Blood Horse Association, as its President, this later being reorganized into the California Jockey Club, at whose head he remained until his death. The first racing track established by Williams was in San Francisco at Fifth avenue and Fulton streets, and was kept for several years. Williams then opened the Emeryville track, of which he saw the rise and fall. It was when Emeryville closed several years ago that Williams retired from active par- ticipation in " the sport of kings " . Williams won national fame in the years 1899 and 1900, when, as a parti- cipant, he wrested honors from Prince Poniatowski, the Polish nobleman, in the famous racing war. The Avar devel- oped from the disputed supremacy of Williams by Poniatowski, who estab- lished the Tanforan race-track at San 193 194 THE REDWOOD Mateo. When in 1909, the race-tracks in this state were put out of business by the Legislature, Williams sold his large stable, disposing of such famous racers as Firestone, Belleweather, Ru- bia Granda, Tom Hayward, Old Mex- ico, El Picaro, Roalta, Apto Oro, Blameless, Cinnamon, Basel, Mi Dere- cho, Rosevale, Tube Rose, and Pru- dence. With the story of the life of this man there is borne back to us a breath of old times now so nearly forgotten. In the halcyon days of horse racing California stood as one of the foremost states in the sport, and the man who did the most to keep her there even up to the last moment was " Tom " Williams. On the night before the passing of the bill which killed the pastime dear to his heart, he appeared before the Senate and made a speech which still is memorable. Universally known throughout the entire Nation and respected by all, Mr. Williams stood as a worthy exponent of the greatest of sports. To the bereaved widow and children of one whom she respected as a man, and cherished as an alumnus, Santa Clara extends her sincere sympathy and condolences. ' 87 Austin Jackson of Reno, Nevada, who took a com- mercial certificate in 1887, and had not seen his Alma Mater for twenty-eight long years, dropped in Dec. 2nd, on his way from San Jose to Palo Alto. For four years Mr. Jackson served as Secretary to Governor Oddie of Ne- vada, and at present is the Manager of the Nevada Press Co., printers, engrav- ers and bookbinders of Reno, Nevada. He was accompanied by Mrs. Jackson, who was very much interested in the scenes of her husband ' s early adven- tures. Their mission to California was one of business and pleasure, and it is to be hoped that we are not again fac- ing a twenty-eight year interval of si- lent absence. Colonel Manuel Perez Ro- ' 89 mero, whose attendance dates back to the years around 1899 was a recent visitor to Santa Clara, meeting the few of his day which are left. For some years Colonel Romero has acted as the representative of the Mexican Government at Tokio, Japan. At present he is enjoying a trip over the American Continent, his desti- nation being Washington, D. C, where his home will be the Cumberland Hotel. ' 92 Fr. Thomas O ' Connell, A. B., whose removal to St. Patrick ' s Church at San Jose was noted in our last issue has re- ceived the first testimonial of his wel- come in the shape of a huge reception given to him during the past month. The affair was a success from every THE REDWOOD 195 standpoint, marked by the attendance of some of the most prominent people of San Jose, whose best wishes to their new pastor are echoed by his fellow Santa Clarans most sincerely. The Santa Clara " Journal " ' 97 is our authority for the fol- lowing concerning A. J. Cronin, whose attendance dates back to the year 1897. " Town Clerk A. J. Cro- nin is wearing the broadest kind of a smile these days for he has now a deputy to assist him in his duties. This new assistant is in the august person of a bouncing baby boy, who ar- rived to brighten the Cronin home. " Our congratulations to the father and mother for this new supporter of the Red and White! ' 00 Cyril L. Fuller, who at- tended College in the days of 1900, registering from Al- catraz Island, where his father was commanding officer, is now with the Pacific Gas and Electric Co. of San Francisco, in their office at 441 Sut- ter street. To Frank A. Lawlor, as well ' 02 as many others of our loyal Alumni, Santa Clara owes a debt of gratitude for much painstaking labor which helpe , to make our Stan- ford rally and game a success. Mr. Lawlor took his Bachelor of Arts de- gree in 1902 and has since resided in San Francisco, where he is at present the Secretary of the Playground Com- Quite an unusual and beau- ' 02 tiful double wedding took place in St. Clare ' s Church, Santa Clara, on Sept. 14, 1915. The happy participants were the Grrisez twins — both A. B. alumni. Chas. J. Grisez of San Francisco, was married to Miss Mae G. Conroy, also of San Francisco ; while Aloysius J. Gri- sez of Etna Mills, Cal., was united in holy wedlock to Miss Ellen B. Finn of San Francisco. The impressive cere- mony was conducted at a nuptial mass celebrated by the brother of the twin grooms, the Rev. J. C. Grisez, S. J., who has recently been transferred from St. Ignatius University to serve in the responsible post of Minister at Santa Clara. Our best wishes go with the happy couples. John H. Riordan, A. B. ' 05, ' 05 who a year later took an A. M. degree from Santa Clara, was one of the boys who labored on the arrangements for the booster lunch- eons. " Jack " is but one of a family of three Santa Clara men. After leav- ing College he entered the University of California for the law, taking an L. L. B. in ' 09. His rise in the profession was rapid and a tribute to his prepara- 196 THE REDWOOD tion. For the last three years he has acted as an Assistant of U. S. Webb, Attorney-General for the State of Cal- ifornia. Word comes to us of Jack ' 05 Leibert, a member of the class of ' 05, who left, how- ever, previous to his graduation. Prom Santa Clara he went into the office of Braunton, architect of Vancouver, working his way up until he became a partner of the firm, the name of which was then changed to Braunton and Lei- bert. During the " boom " in Vancouver some of the largest buildings were erected under their supervision. Since the war in Europe began, however, building in Vancouver has come practi- cally to a standstill. Owing to this Jack and his partner left that city and opened offices in Seattle. They con- template however moving soon to El Paso, Texas, where a " boom " is ex- pected in the near future. Our good will and best wishes go with them. Both in the newspapers and 09 through an announcement which was sent us we note the marriage of Jules Henry Semeria, who was a youngster in our midst in the days of ' 08 and ' 09. His union with Miss Amparo Eugenia de la Pe- zuela took place Wednesday evening, the seventh of November, in the Pavi- lion of Cuba at the Exposition Grounds in San Francisco. Jules Semeria while at College was prominent both along literary and dramatic lines, having been a promi- nent contender for declaiming honors in the Academic Department. To him and to his bride the best wishes of the Fathers and boys of Santa Clara go out for a long and hap- py life. It gives us keen pleasure Ex ' 09 to also record the marriage of Ernest Ford Nolting and Miss Emma Smoot. This took place on Nov. 27, at Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Our heartfelt felicitations and good wishes go out to this young couple. Frank McCabe, A. B. 1910, ' 10 showed the proper kind of spirit and enterprise on Sat- urday, Nov. 13th last, when, having ob- served a fine specimen of Stanford ban- ner floating from the ceiling of the rival headquarters, the Palace Hotel, he stealthily made his way to a point of vantage, and carefully choosing a most propitious moment — " nipped " it. Frank brought the banner out to the game, concealed in his folded overcoat intending to display it at the head of the serpentine if we won, he is sav- ing it for next year. The following excerpt is ' 10 taken from one of the many newspapers who welcomed back Reginald C. Stewart, a Santa Clara boy in the vicinity of ' 10. THE REDWOOD 197 " Wearing a medal awarded him by the British War Office for gallant ser- vices at the front in France, Reginald Graham Stewart, of San Jose, former- ly a student at the University of Santa Clara, is on his way home from Victo- ria, B. C, where he was mustered out of the Canadian war contingent as an invalid. " Stewart, who was in Canada at the opening of hostilities, volunteered among the first, and saw a great deal of action on the European fields be- fore his injury. His safe return is a source of comfort to all. To Patrick Arthur Mc- ' 10 Henry, A. B., erstwhile President of the Associated Students, later Manager of Athletics, now proprietor of the Russ House of San Jose and the proud father of a stalwart young son, we humbly offer our hearty congratulations. A November arrival, Patrick Jr., brought with him a pride and joy to the hearts of his fond parents which know no bounds ! ' 11 One of the principal feat- ures of the Big Game was undoubtedly the Don Quix- otic tactics of the adventuresome " Art " Smith. It M as in the noble cranium of Daniel J. Tadich, A. B. 11, that the idea of procuring the popu- lar birdman originated. Dan is a per- sonal friend of Smith, an acquaintance he gained in his capacity as represen- tative of the Standard Oil Co. at the Exposition. In his days at Santa Clara, Tadich was a member of the ' Varsity football team and prominently identified with the affairs of the Stu- dent Body. Since his graduation he has maintained steadily his affiliation with the Standard Oil, meriting many advancements. We grieve to learn of the ' 13 death and burial of the father of George Lyle, A. B., which took place the first of this month. While nothing on earth is more certain than the ultimate touch of the grim hand of Death, it never finds us prepared to loose the ties which bind us to those we love. To our Alum- nus and the entire family, are extended the sympathy and sincere condolences of the Fathers and boys of Santa Clara. James M. O ' Hare, Commer- ' 13 cial, 1913, was a recent vis- itor. He came the day of the Stanford Rally and with his mother stayed over for the Big Game. While in College " Jim " was a member of the present 1916 class, playing on the then Freshmen basketball team. Since leaving Santa Clara he has been en- gaged in looking after the property of his family at their home in Bakers- field. 198 THE REDWOOD Richard V. Bressani, who ' 13 took his A. B. in 1913, and a lawyer ' s degree in June, 1915, has lately received the formal certificate from the State which per- mits him to practice. At present he is engaged as Deputy County Clerk. He enters his chosen profession with the confidence and best wishes of all his friends at Santa Clara. We hear from St. Louis, ' 14 Mo., that Rodney A. Yoell, B. L., who is studying medi- cine in that city, is just now convales- cing from an operation for appendici- tis which he underwent several weeks ago. Rodney was one of the most popular men of his time, having served as President and Secretary of the Stu- dent Body, Editor of the Redwood, and a Ryland Debater for the House of Philhistorians, and later the Senate. " Doe " also eared for the athletes of Santa Clara for three years. He may rest assured that the best wishes of the Student Body are his for an early recovery of strength. Benjamin Fitzpatrick, who ' 15 also left at the close of the spring term of 1915, and is now a student at St. Mary ' s College, Oakland, was seen lately back amongst the old surroundings. During the past season, although a new man at the Old G-ame as played at St. Mary ' s, " Ben- nie " distinguished himself as one of the most reliable players. " While at Santa Clara he served as an officer of the Student Body, being also a mem- ber of the Santa Clara ' Varsity in football, baseball and track. Andrew Ginocchio, who left ' 15 school in June, 1915, while in his Sophomore year, was a recent visitor. He is now registered at the Davis Agricultural School near Sacramento, preparing himself for the ' simple life. ' While at College " Andie " served as Yell-leader, besides being of Varsity material in both track and football. His fleetness of foot will doubtless serve him well in the future in pursuit of the wily bovine. Paul R. Leake, who took his 15 A. B. in the year of the ded- ication of the Universitj ' ' , was in San Francisco for the " Big " Game. While at College Leake was a Varsity track man, running the half mile, and won the Nbbili medal the year of his graduation. Since leaving Santa Clara he has been engaged as editor of a newspaper at Woodland, of which his father is the proprietor. Notice to all Alumni Fr. Boland, the resi- dent Modei ' ator of Santa Clara Alumni is at present engaged in the very difficult task of arranging a complete catalogue of the graduates of the College from the day of its first Commencement. Owing to the number of years which THE REDWOOD 199 have since elapsed; the great number of men gradua ted, — some of which have not been heard from since, — and finally the fact that there is absolutely no record of some of the classes, the task is exceedingly difficult. Follow- ing is a list of men with whom it has so far been impossible to get in touch. Any one who reads this notice and who can shed some light on the whereabouts of the missing will confer a distinct favor upon Fr. Boland and render much easier a work which has long been neglected. Araneta, James I., Coml. ' 02. Bernhard, Mr. Henry R., B. S. ' 87. Boido, Lawrence V., B. S. ' 90. Buehrer, Godfrey C. Cadenasso, Eugene, Coml. ' 86. Chiehizola, James A., Coml. ' 03. Chalmers, Dr. Wm. J., B. S. ' 81. Council, John, Coml. ' 86. Cuda, Francis T., Coml. ' 08. Curtain, William R., Coml. ' 04. Connell, James P., Coml. Davis, William S., B. S. ' 77. Demoro, Francis. Doyle, Stanislaus, Coml. ' 82. Eagan, John P., Coml. ' 81. Echeguren, Dionysius, Coml. 82. Ferraud, Ramon A., Coml. ' 95. Flores, Gabriel P. Ford, James I., Coml. ' 85. Gagnon, Didier, Coml. ' 78. Gagnon, James D., B. S. ' 80. Galindo, Francis, Coml. ' 78. Gallagher, Harry, deg. ' 12. Graf, Charles, Coml. ' 93. Graf, Francis, Coml. ' 93. Griffin, Joseph R., Coml. ' 04. Hagan, Charles, Coml. ' 78. Heerdink, Dr. James H., B. S. ' 80. Hauck, Martin F., B. S. ' 80. Hennessey, William J., Coml. ' 98. Herredias, B. de la, Coml. ' 82. Hichborn, Stanley, Coml. ' 92. Kelley, William J., Coml. ' 95. Kennedy, James J., Jr., Coml. ' 83. Lamasney, Alex. B., Coml. ' 92. Lamm, Arthur A., Coml. ' 06. de Landa y de Lozano, Carlos, Coml. Le Brun, George L., Coml. ' 85. Long, Charles, Coml. ' 91. McKay, John D., A. B. ' 07. Mileo, Eugene D., Coml. ' 98. Miller, Henry W., Coml. ' 82. Nicoll, Stephen A., Coml. ' 02. O ' Brien, Maurice, Coml. ' 91. O ' Connor, Arthur J. Ortiz, Francis, Coml. ' 86. Reeg, Oscar, Coml. ' 94. Russell Francis Coml. ' 92. Ryan, Edward J., Coml. ' 82. Ryan, Joseph F., Coml. ' 01. Sartori, Henry, Coml. ' 89. Scally, William L., Coml. ' 00. Slattery, Joseph M., Coml. ' 86. Smith, Frederick T., Coml. ' 95. Spencer, Milton L., B. Litt. ' 09. Stork, Eugene, Coml. ' 80. Waldteufel, Achille L., B. S. ' 87. Walsh, Charles, Coml. ' 91. Whealan, William J., Coml. ' 02. If any of the above are dead, please give, if possible, the name of some close relative who survives him, and from them shall be gotten the date of his death and other necessary information. Stanford 30. Santa Clara 0. After eighty minutes of grueling, startling and sensational rugby foot- ball, the Stanford Varsity won a brilli- ant victory over the Santa Clara Fif- teen by the score of 30 to 0. The Varsity, though vanquished, fought with unending courage during every department of the game, and oc- casional breaks of luck against them at opportune moments prevented their scoring. Though the score indicates Stanford excelled us badly; it, indeed is no criterion of judging the closeness of the contest. At the commencement of the great battle the Mission ruggers fought the Cardinals in the latter ' s territory for over twenty minutes and gradually the fight surged back into Santa Clara ' s territory, where a stubborn defense by the Santa Clara backfield kept repeat- ed attacks from materializing into scores. From a scrum on the twenty-five yard line Erb passed the ball to Wal- ker, who ran around the blind side safely for a try. Templeton easily converted. Soper added the next score, when Wylie and Braden continually took ad- vantage of playing offside. Referee Woodward allowed these two break- aways to continually break upon the Santa Clara backs before they had an opportunity of receiving the ball from the scrum. From a scrum at midfield Santa Clara hooked the ball, but Wylie and Braden intercepted the ball from Diaz and started a dribbling riTsh in which the entire Stanford pack took part in, Avith Soper scoring. The greatest surprise of the day was the excellent work of the Santa Clara forwards. Such a superb exhi- bition of grit, brain and skill has rare- ly characterized a rugby contest in San Francisco. Eepeatedly Pye and Mul- doon, encircling the struggling pack, would make long gains. Oneil, Amarel and Bate hooked and dribbled to per- fection, while Gilman, Raftis, Hickey, Keating, Coschina, Korte and Schel- lenback proved both invaluable and invincible in the loose and ruck. When mentioning those who deserve special encominums of praise, among the realm of stars, we must not forget 200 THE REDWOOD 201 the work of Diaz at halfback. From his position at halfback he proved the sturdiest link of the " Red and White " fifteen. Captain Scholz, Eddie Mulholland and James Fitzpatrick proved a tower of strength in the Santa Clara back- field and their excellent tackling often won the applause of the specta- tors. Curtin and Harry Jackson are credit- ed with many well placed kicks at cru- cial moments. Wassum, who replaced Captain Scohlz, played well. The Game With Every Play Narrated. Referee Reggie Wodward sounded his whistle at 2:55 and the big game was on. Bate kicked off for Santa Clara. Carroll received and returned to his own 40 yard line. From a line- out Templeton secured the ball and booted to midfield where a scrum en- sued. Erb, hurt in a melee, recovered shortly. From a serum Diaz, Scholz and Fitzpatrick brought the ball to midfield. Stanford hooked successful- ly, Urban running ten yards before downed by Mulholland on the Santa Clara 45 yard line. From here the Car- dinal forwards dribbled to the Mission 30 yard line, putting the play for the first time in the rival territory. An exchange of kicks in which Wal- ker and Erb represented Stanford, and Fitzpatrick and Jackson represented Santa Clara, followed. Milburn final- ly received a punt from Erb and dash- ed to the Cardinal 40 yard line before being tackled by Swigart. From a scrum Braden dribbled to the Santa Clara ' s thirty yard line unassisted. Ur- ban received the ball from the line-out and advanced 10 yards before being downed by Pye. From a scrum the ball was dribbled across the Santa Clara line, where Jackson fell safely on it. Bate dropped out , and Ric Temple- ton returns to the 50 yard line. From a line-out Bloesser and Pettingal ad- vanced the play to Santa Clara ' s 10 yard line and Braden receiving a for- ward pass nearly scored. From a serum Diaz found touch near the 30 yard line. Erb received the ball from the line-out, but kicked over the line, where Jack- son covered. Another interchange of punts resulted with Raftis bettering Templeton. Walker marked a kick on the 40 yard line and " Dink " Temple- ton tried to drop it over but failed. From a scrum on the 20 yard line, Gil- man, Keating, Coschina, Pye and Mul- doon rushed the ball into Stanford ter- ritory by clever di ' ibbling. Here a free kick was awarded Santa Clara, but only a slight gain resulted. From a scrum following the line-out Urban and Carrol executed a beautiful 60 yard run. Milburn intercepted the pass on the 20 yard line and the ball was ' forced out. At this point of the game Scholz and Gilman who were playing a hard game, received injuries and were re- placed by Wassum and Coschina. A series of goal line scrums then were in order, but Diaz and Fitzpatrick by clever kicking brought play out of the danger zone. At this point Walker received the 202 THE REDWOOD pass from Erb and darted over the line for the first try of the day. Temple- ton converted. Bate again kicked off for Santa Clara. Dink Templeton returned to Cnrtin who booted to Stanford ' s 40 yard line. In quick succession the Car- dinal forwards dribbled to midfield and then to Santa Clara ' s 20 yard line. A serum was formed on the Mission 20 yard line, where Oneil, Amarel and Bate easily hooked the ball, but Wylie and Braden playing offside, prevented the Santa Clara backs from advancing the ball. Jackson, by a beautiful kick, centered play on the Santa Clara 25 yard line. From a line-out Erb transferred the ball to Soper, who scored. Templeton converted from a difficult angle. Bate kicked off to Walker and after a series of boots the ball centered on Stanford ' s 40 yard line. From a line- out, the Cardinal pack commenced dribbling toward their opponent ' s line. The Mission pack brought the play to midfield again with the aid of timely boots by MulhoUand, Milburn and Curtin. Braden and Wylie took the pigskin back to the Mission 30 yard line. The report of the pistol found play here. After a ten minute intermission, at 3:57 the teams again trotted out on the field. Stanford kicked off. Fitz- patrick received the ball and returned to Wylie, who kicked to Santa Clara ' s 40 yard line. From here the Santa Clara forwards dribbled to Stanford ' s 35 yard line, only to have Joe Urban register the longest and most brilliant run of the afternoon. Scooping the ball from the loose he doged and fled seventy yards through the entire oppo- sition and scored. Templeton again converted. Bate again kicked off for the white jerseyed team, the ball going out on Stanford ' s 10 yard line. Splendid work on the part of the Cardinal pack, with short dashes by the backfield brought the play back to the Santa Clara 40 yard line. A beautiful kick by Fullback Templeton placed the ball out on Santa Clara ' s 20 yard mark. From here Sample, Soper and Smither- um dribbled to the one yard line. The Mission fifteen, after dribbling twenty yards by a passing rush swiftly exe- cuted between MulhoUand, Fitzpatriek, Keating, Milburn and Bate took the play to Stanford ' s forty yard line. From hard midfield fighting Stanford dribbled the ball over Santa Clara ' s line but Muldoon, Pye and Hickey quickly fell upon it. Excellent de- fense prevented the Stanford backs from scoring, while Jackson and Co- schina brought play again into Stan- ford ' s territory. A forward pass by Milburn, following the line-out called Santa Clara back, after a backfield passing rush had allowed Curtin, Am- arel and Fitzpatriek to carry the pig- skin safely over the line. The bleach- ers went wild, but were calmed when Woodward claimed Milburn passed forward to Fitzpatriek. Finally fol- lowing a scrum on Stanford ' s forty yard line, Wylie and Braden showed THE REDWOOD 203 their ability by dribbling into Santa Clara ' s territory, where Wylie secured the ball and passed to Braden who found a clear field. Ric Templeton converted from a difficult angle. For the fifth time Bate locked off for Santa Clara, the ball being receiv- ed by Urban, who kicked to Curtin. Play continued on Stanford ' s twenty yard line. The Cardinal forwards, with their persevering brilliancy drib- bled to midfield. Here Amarel, Keat- ing and Gilman dribbled the ball into Stanford ' s territory. From a punting duel between Jackson and Templeton, play lodged at midfield. From a line- out Smitherum and Bloesser brought the play on the Mission 10 yard line. From the ruck Rehm secured the ball and made a successful lunge over for a try. Again Templeton converted. Korte and Schellenback were given a rousing cheer from the Santa Clara bleachers when they were given a place among the forwards. Carroll still continued his flashing play, when he threatened to score. A beautiful tackle by Schellenback brought him down near the Santa Clara goal. From a scrum Walker kicked over the Santa Clara line. Again Knight, Wylie and Braden dribbled the ball over the Santa Clara line, but Oneil and Korte fell on it. With only five j ards to go, a lighten- ing rush from Erb to Walker, to Urban, to Carroll, to Templeton, allowed the latter to score the final try of the game. Templeton converted. Following the kick-off Santa Clara placed Stanford on the defensive, and only good work preventing the hard fighting Santa Clarans from crossing the line. A minute later Referee Woodward ' s whistle announced the end of the great game. Second Preps 5. Santa Clara High 3. The second Preps organized one aft- ernoon and started the season imme- diately with a game. The boys from the local High School being on the field at the appointed time were promptly taken into camp. There is plenty of fine material among these youngsters of ours, and if they keep at the game it will not be long before they will be in high class rugby cir- cles. It seems but yesterday to most of us when Diaz, Amarel, Korte, O ' Neil, and Jackson were in the Second Divi- sion playing among the Midgets, and now they are giving everyone strong competition for their positions on the Varsity. So Second Preps, don ' t let your " pep " die out. But to come back to our game, our little friend " Red " Kroeber shows a lot of fight and grit. He manages, small as he is, to get through, but " Red " , remember a good rugby man always get rid of the ball quickly. Harry Sick has the makings of a good halfback. The greatest surprise of them all was our friend Wood. L. Trabucco, Arata, Gogan, De Martini, Amarel and O ' Connor are also showing unusual speed. 204 THE REDWOOD BASEBALL NOTES. Baseball is truly the National pas- time, and, as evidenced by the enthusi- astic reception it receives each year, one would be led to believe that no other game could exist in its presence. Santa Clarans surely appreciate its popularity and even the most pessimis- tic critics rejoice at its pompous re- turn into public favor. Extensive plans have been forward- ed to celebrate its return and among other things, Art Smith, the renowned young aviator, has offered his good will and consent to give an aerial ex- hibition. Besides this unusual attraction a baseball game has been scheduled be- tween a team composed of " Major League Stars " and our Varsity. This event will undoubtedly prove ex- tremely interesting; and an attraction, that will draw thousands. Tommy Ybarrondo who proved him- self an efficient coach last season has again been selected to instruct the Mis- sionites. Lester Sheehan has been re-elected captain, and as proven by record, his ability as a ball player stands out pre- eminently. Among the veterans of last year ' s team we have with us, McGinnis, Hick- ey, Leonard, Scholz, Milburn and Des- mond. In addition to these players there are several men in uniforms with enviable reputations, among whom are Connors, a Washington star ; Bensberg, late of Notre Dame ; Bliss, of amateur fame; Schellenback, from Los Angeles; Mulholland, from Montana, and Raftis, from Spokane. The pitching staff is expected to be exceptionally strong ; besides Hickey and Leonard of last year ' s team, we have in addition two men of extraordi- nary records. Bliss and Schellenback have each achieved fame in amateur circles and although they have been frequently urged to sign a professional contract, each has Avisely chosen a business ca- reer. With such a well balanced team as Santa Clara will undoubtedly have, all previous records should be easily shat- tered. Many followers of the Mission- ites even venture to say that a game will not be lost this season. Let us hope, at least, that such a prediction shall come to be a truism. SANTA CLARA RUGBY PLAYERS MERIT FAME. A casual glance over the rugby stars chosen to represent the All-American and All-British teams in their annual rugby encounter will indeed be gratify- ing to former Santa Clarans. With Cosehina, J. Oneil, Hickey and Amarel among the American forwards, and Diaz, Scohlz and Jim Fitzpatrick looming up brilliantly in the backfield, speaks well for the team that repre- sented Santa Clara this year. With the All-British Pye, Bate, Keating and Milburn lent their strongest efforts in aiding the British stars to the much cove ted victory they attained. THE REDWOOD 205 SANTA CLARA ATHLETES HON- ORED. At the regular monthly meeting of the Associated Students, the many ath- letes who upheld the honors of the " Red and White " on the gridiron were awarded their respective letters. Dan Gilman and Louis Milburn were awarded their four star sweater for having competed four successive years on the Varsity. The much coveted S. C. blocks were awarded to Amarel, J. Oneil, Korte, Raftis, Schellenback, Keating, Was- sum, Pye, Jackson, Mulholland, Mul- doon. Gold footballs were awarded to the following players : Amarel, Bate, J. Oneil, Hickey, Raftis, Gilman, Korte, Schellenback, Keating, Muldoon, Pye, Diaz, Wassum, Scholz, Fitzpatrick, Curtin, Milburn, Jackson, Mulholland, and Coschina. Trainer " Doc " Brown, Assistant Manager Joe Aurrecoechea and Coach Ybarrondo were also in- cluded among the list. As an act of appreciation for their untiring labors and faithfulness this season, a special sweater designed with a round S. C. inscribed within a circle was awarded to the following members of the Second Varsity: Winston, Rem- mel, J. A.urrecoechea, Bensberg, Emer- son, Connors, Donahue, " Doc " Brown, McDonald, Fowler, Christy and Hig- gins. BASKETBALL NOTES. Basketball has been ushered into the limelight once more, and at Santa Clara, the popular indoor sport is greeted with even more enthusiasm than in previous years. Th - ' . " Red and White " team has en- tered for the first time into the inter- collegiate conference, which is com- posed of Nevada, University of Cali- fornia, Stanford, College of Pacific, St. Mary ' s, St. Ignatius, and Santa Clara. It has been impossible heretofore to contest the championship owing to the inconvenient traveling accomodations afforded us, but under the present ar- rangements Santa Clara will be able to send her strongest team as a con- tender for this unique honor. The first practise game of the sea- son found many ardent aspirants don- ned in uniforms. Among those who achieved fame in last year ' s quintet were Diaz, Mulholland, Korte, Curtin, Scholz and Amarel. Everyone knows of the enviable record these men made last year and everyone realizes what a strong nucleus they will be for this year ' s team. It was only after severe and masterly playing that the National champions defeated them and even though defeated Santa Clara acquired the honor of being the strongest team they had yet opposed. Mulholland has again been elected coach and captain, and under his com- petent supervision, the " Red and White " quintet shall undoubtedly prove a great sensation in the basket ball realm. Among the new contenders for posi- tions are such men as, Raftis, a noted 206 THE REDWOOD Gonzaga player with a perfect record; Viciiii, late from Sacramento High; Connors, a Washington star; Schellen- back of Hollywood High, Bensberg, of Notre Dame, and Keating from St. Ig- natius. Crowley, Sweezy, McLaughlin, Donahue, J. Oneil and others are also displaying good form. With such men as these wearing the red and white colors many victories are assured, and even though the cham- pionship does not come to Santa Clara, it can be safely stated that the Mis- siouites will be among the foremost in the percentage column. CONTENTS FINIS (verse) R. E. Tremaine ' 18 208 THE INNOCENT MURDERER J. Chas. Murphy ' IS 209 WAR (verse) E. L. Nicholson ' 18 215 PHILOSOPHER ' S STONE F. B. Quinn ' 18 216 MEMORIES (verse) Peter B. Marinovich ' 18 219 A TRUE FRIENDSHIP Daniel J. Ryan ' 18 220 THE JOURNEY (verse) J. Chas. Murphy 18 226 GREATER LOVE THAN THIS E. L. Nicholson IS 227 IRELAND ' S PART IN CHRISTIANIZI THE WORLD ALMA MATER (verse) LONG SHADOWS HOMAGE (verse) HE LAUGHS BEST WHO LAUGHS THE REAPER (verse) REV. ANTHONY CICHI, S. J. JUNIPERO Serra (verse) EDITORIAL - - - EXCHANGES UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - _ - ATHLETICS NG AND CIVILIZING James Winston ' William Muldoon E. R. Harter E. L. Nicholson ' LAST Rudie S. Scholz = J. Chas. Murphy ' T. T. Bricca ' 1 241 242 244 245 249 250 251 252 256 261 265 271 To Rev. V. V. White, 5. J., Our instructor, our friend Upon tne campus as well as in the class room, This Sophomore number of " The Redwood " Is respectfully dedicated by The Class of ' i8. W1 ' HHHiittb ' ' " 1 V ' fl ■ ' iyH P HH|| HH HH|p»« ' 1 ■ " " •i P B f i i ' " ' " " H i Entered Dec. IS. 1902, at Santa Clara. Cal.. as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XV SANTA CLARA, CAL., FEBRUARY, 1916 NO. 4 R. E. TREMAINE, ' 18 " GED and bent, wandering alone Soon ma}? I Kear Him, calling me nome. Hark ! Do I Kear in memory ' s Kail, EcKoes of youtK, ambition ' s call ? Passive my Keart, weary at last, Beats not in ansv er, slov;er nor fast, Golden or dark, my Kours Kave passed. Aged and bent, wandering alone. Scon may I Kear TKee, Lord, calling me Kome. The Innocent Murderer By J. Charles Murphy, ' 18 R-R-R-R-ING-G-G-G. The alarm went off and jerked me up short in the midst of a wonderful dream. I reached across, stop- ped the cursed thing and turned over for another sleep. But the sun- light was streaming in at the open flap of the tent and to attempt sleep was useless. So I hurled my pillow across the tent at the place Rod ' s head should be. But no blood-curdling protesta- tions or awful threats of destruction broke the stillness. Rod was up and gone! I dressed quickly and hurried out to find him. I walked along the dry river bed, calling loudly but could see or hear nothing of my partner. Suddenly I heard a whisper from the bushes along the bank. " Keep quiet, you fish. Come in here. " It was Rod. I wondered what he was up to and crawled in beside him. " What in the dickens, " I began, as I saw the gleaming barrel of his rifle. " Shut up, I got an appointment with a coyote, " he said. So I kept quiet and we waited in silence for ten or fifteen minutes. Then we heard a rustling of dry leaves in the river bed and sure enough there was a coyote picking out his steps and looking warily about as he advanced. As he drew near. Rod took careful aim and plunked him right in the fore- head. The coyote gave a wild leap and dropped in his tracks. We strung the heavy animal on a pole between us and made for camp. " Well, " I said, " who arranged this happy meeting between you and your foxy old friend? " " Mutual agreement, " he grinned. Then he explained. " This morning early I heard a noise outside the tent. I pulled on my clothes, took my gun and stole out. I saw a coyote loping away across the field. When at a safe distance he turned and watched me for some time. I knew what he wanted. He was try- ing to draw me away from the camp so he could sneak in and steal some of our provisions. These dry seasons are pretty hard on wild animals. I have seen that coyote sitting up there on the ridge for hours watching me as I moved about the camp. When he came around this morning he evidently had Avorked out a little ruse. I decided to give him a run and beat him at his own game . So I cut off several willow strips, took my gun and some old clothes and started after him. When I reached the top of the ridge, he was 208 THE REDWOOD 209 away off on the plain, near a clump of bushes, sitting on his haunches and watching me intently. Working very carefully so as not to arouse his sus- picion I fixed up two scarecrows and made them look as much like men as possible. I stuck them up where he could see them, hid behind one of them, and awaited developments. He sat watching for some time and then evi- dently convinced that he had drawn the two men from the camp, he moved slowly away, constantly turning to see if the men were still there. Moving away he at last disappeared in a hol- low. Then I slipped down the hill and hurried to beat him to camp. It would take him longer to get there for he had to make a Avide detour about the hill to escape the observation of the supposed men. I reached here, and hid near the dried up river bed where he most likely would come. You know the rest. " I was not as surprised as I might have been at my friend ' s ingenuity. In fact I was growing accustomed to Rod ' s methods of solving problems and over- coming difficulties. He often accom- pished results which at the outset seemed impossible. But when time came to explain nothing seemed more simple or natural. I will give an illustration: One evening we were walking along toward camp. I was feeling pretty thirsty. We came to a small dripping spring. But we couldn ' t get a good drink without something to put the water in. The water was dripping too slowly to catch it in our hands. " Golly, " I said, " I wish I had a dip- per or something. " But it was no use wishing, so we walked on. Neither of us spoke for about fifteen minutes. Then I remem- ber I straightened up and drew in a deep breath. Rod, reading the very thought that was occupying my mind said, " Yes, I think Shorty Martin would have done much better in that play if he had been taller. " I drew back astounded at his words. " Say, Rod, " I said, " if you ' re associ- ated with evil spirits it ' s about time for me to pack my trunk. " " Evil spirits, your big toe, " he ans- wered. " You know a little while ago you were feeling thirsty when we came to that spring, but Ave couldn ' t find anything to drink out of. You said you Avished you had a dipper or something as Ave walked on. Well, just for ducks I decided to try to read your thoughts. " You walked along aAvhile looking at the ground. You Avere probably thinking about the dipper that you wanted. Dipper, dipper — what thought would follow from that? Perhaps you would think of the " big dipper. " I was right. After a minute you looked up at the sky. I followed your gaze. You were looking at the " big dipper. " Then you looked about the sky and your gaze seemed to center on one star. You were thinking of the time 210 THE REDWOOD our class made that trip to Mt. Casca. You remember we all looked through the big lense and sav the stars and the planets. But we took special notice, you remember, of the planet Mars. You were gazing up at about the location of Mars although I could not locate the planet myself. " Then you looked down again. Mars, Mars. Mars is the god of war. Of course when you looked down you were thinking of the war. Well, our classmate Shorty Martin went off to the war. I guessed you were thinking of him. Shorty, you remember, took the leading part in our class play, just before he left for the war. I supposed you were thinking of the play. I knew that I was on the right track for you then began humming that catchy tune that was part of the play. " Well, Shorty Martin made quite a hit in that play. But everyone re- marked how much better he could have impersonated the character had he been taller. " I supposed you were thinking of this. Then I saw you straighten up to your full height and take in a deep breath. Then I knew my surmise was correct and I broke into your thoughts and surprised you. " When I saw how ingeniously and how easily Eod had worked out his little problem I admired his mental powers more than ever. A few days after the coyote episode a startling event occurred. I was down in town getting some flour and other necessaries when the storekeeper told me about the murder. Old man Ricks had been shot to death in bed! The news interested and shocked me for I knew old man Ricks. His nephew Tom was a classmate of Rod and me. Ricks was an old miner who lived away off in the hills a dozen miles from nowhere. He was a harmless, peaceable old fellow, without an enemy in the world. The hills about had been scoured of their gold years ago, but the old man managed somehow to pan out enough to support himself. Some said that he had a rich treasure hidden somewhere about his cabin, but I hardly believed this. I had visited him once in his lonely old cabin. Tom Ricks and I had gone to see him during a short vacation. I remembered plainly the blunt, kindly old miner with his rough but hospit- able ways. I remembered that I had wondered why the old man did not help his orphan nephew a little if he did have a hidden treasure. For Tom had to scratch pretty hard for a liv- ing. Not waiting to hear the details I hurried back to camp to tell Rod of the murder. As soon as he had heard all that I knew he decided to start for the cabin to see if our old class- mate needed any help. So we hid our tent and the most of our goods safely in a clump of bushes, gathered some provisions and set out. We slept out that night and reached the scene of the murder about ten o ' clock next morning. The sheriff, with two deputies, the THE REDWOOD 211 coroner and Tom Ricks was there be- fore us. We could see that poor Tom was cut deep. We tried to cheer him up a bit and he told us the whole story. It seems that a short time before the murder Tom had been visiting his un- cle. He was the last person known to have been near old man Ricks. He had left for town. A short time after a party of miners from the diggings happening by, had called in to see the lonely old man. A tap on the door had brought no response. The door was locked. They had gone to the window. It too was locked from the inside. They looked in the window and saw the old man lying on the bed with a hole in his skull. So they broke a pane of glass, unlocked the window and crawled in. They had reported the murder. Tom had to work hard for a living. He would get the old man ' s supposed hoard when the old man died. He was the last person known to have been near him. Therefore strong suspicion naturally fell on Tom. He had been promptly arrested and the sheriff had brought him up to try to wring a con- fession from him. We believed in our friend. We knew he loved his old uncle and we resolved to do all in our power to extricate him and find the real murderer. Together with the others we entered the cabin. The old man was lying there just as he had been found with a ghastly wound in his temple. He had been shot while sleeping and the shot had caused instant death, for he lay there perfectly composed and peaceful. We might have thought him sleeping but for that gashing hole, and for the clotted blood on his head and on the bed-clothes. Evidently there had been no strug- gle. Beneath the pillow was a new Colt revolver, all loaded. And there too was his gold! A bag of dull yel- low nuggets mixed with dirty ore. He did have a treasure after all ! We ex- amined the pistol. All ready for in- stant action, but it had not been fired. In the bottom of the treasure sack we found a strong little oaken box and inside, his will. Written in a crumpled hand and evidently with much labor it read: TO MY NEPHEW TOM. I give all my possessions. If I gave you no help during my life it was be- cause I thought it better not. A young chap that has to dig makes the best man. Frank Ricks. Next we proceeded to search the room. Across the floor from the bed was a wash stand with an old fashion- ed looking-glass above it. On the wash stand we saw the pistol which had fired the fatal shot. It was an ancient weapon, a type that had gone out of use years before, and we could tell by the peculiar wound it caused that it was surely the instrument that had killed him. It was hardly prob- able that the murderer should be us- ing another similar weapon. Besides, upon closer examination, we ascertain- 212 THE REDWOOD ed that it had been lately discharged; in fact the exploded cartridge was still in the chamber. The theory of suicide was preposter- ous. The old man was always, as far as known, perfectly sane, and Tom said, thoroughly satisfied and happy. Even supposing he had killed himself with his pistol, he never could have walked all the way across the room with that gashing wound in his temple, and there were no blood marks on the floor. He never could have summoned up the strength and the presence of mind to climb into bed and arrange the bed clothes so neatly. Above all, while suffering such excruciating pains he could never have forced himself into the easy sleeping posture in which he had been found. Tom told all he knew. He said it was his uncle ' s custom to load his old pistol every night before going to bed and to lay it on the wash stand just as they had found it. He would also load his Colt and put it under his pilloAV. About the treasure Tom said he knew nothing, at which the sheriff winked at his deputy. Tom said that when he left the cabin, his uncle seemed to be in the best of spirits and that he had seen no one within miles of his uncle ' s lonely residence. He denied knowing anything further about the murder. So there the evidence stood. Old man Ricks murdered. Fatal weapon found in cabin. Door and window locked from inside. No other entrance found. Suicide impossible. No ene- mies. Possible murderer might have killed him for gold, but gold, easily ac- cessible, was not taken. Nephew sole heir. Nephew had been visiting him about time of murder. Had to work hard to earn money to attend college. Therefore gaining entrance in some mysterious way, his nephew, probably knowing about the will and gold, must have killed him and stolen off, leaving the fatal weapon behind to make sui- cide seem probable. In his haste he had failed to place the weapon any- where near the old man ' s bed, thereby spoiling his own plan. It all sounded quite plausible. But Rod and I knew Tom Ricks too well to entertain such a suspicion. Rod asked the sheriff ' s permission to stay in the house a few days. The sheriff regarded him suspiciously but finally consented. They placed the body in a wooden coffin in the bottom of the wagon and rattled off. But I gave them a note to my father asking him to bail oiit my old schoolmate, which, thank God, he did. We looked out the lone window of the cabin and watched them till they disappeared behind the hill. Poor broken-hearted Tom sat with bent head as the wagon rattled on. And little wonder that he should grieve, riding with the body of his dead uncle whom he was accused of murdering. We gazed at the window for a few minutes in silence. Then my camp- mate said, " We ' ll go and fetch some provisions, then you leave me alone for a couple of days, " which was to the THE REDWOOD 213 point and characteristic of Rod. So we brought provisions and I went off and left him alone. I took some hard tack and bacon and set out on a prolonged tramp to settle my unquiet mind. Who had murdered Ricks? Tom hadn ' t done it. That was out of the question, for I thought I knew Tom too well to accuse him of such a deed. Then who had? Someone who wanted his gold? But his gold, easily found, was still there. A deadly enemy? He had none. Besides how could the murderer have got out and left both the door and window locked from the inside ? There was no other way to get out except by changing to a spirit and walking through the wall. Suicide was out of the question. Then how had it happened? I gave up. Tramping about for days I could come to no conclu- sion. I had not the remotest idea how, but deep down in my heart I felt that Rod would solve the mystery. I was right, Rod did solve it. After four days I got back to camp and went at once to old man Rick ' s cabin. I found this note from Rod pinned on the wash stand: ' ' Charley : Problem solved. Tom cleared. Gone down to town. Will be back as soon as possible. Wait here till I come back. Rod. " Well, I just yelled, that ' s all. I couldn ' t help it. Yes sir, there in that lonely old cabin, so recently the scene of a bloody murder, I threw my hat up and danced and yelled like a Comanche on the war path. My admiration for Rod knew no bounds, and I was walk- ing on air till he came back. In two days a wagon full of men came around the hill. I grasped Rod ' s hand as he jumped off and asked him to tell me all about the mystery. " Wait, " he said. " No one knows yet. ' ' Then I saw Tom climbing off and I went to him. He had passed through a lifetime in those few days. His cheeks were pale and shrunken and there was a wild look about his eyes that made me draw back. Rod commanded everyone to wait outside, then Avith my help he carried in a heavy boulder the size of a large pumpkin and placed it on the pillow of the old man ' s bed, still stained with his life blood. Then he crossed to the wash stand, loaded the old fashioned pistol and looked at the time. Then he adjusted the position of the pistol very carefully and called to the men outside. " See that rock there in the bed, " he said. " Well, take your last look at it. " Then we all went out. Rod took out his watch. " In ten minutes something will happen, " he said. I think I shall never forget that period of suspense. How the minutes dragged! Everyone who had a watch was scanning it closely. Tom had none and was staring blankly at my watch. One-two-three minutes. All was silent 214 THE REDWOOD as the tomb, save for the hurried tick- ing of half a dozen watches. Four-sis- seven minutes. Eight, nine and a half. Ten minutes ! Silence. The watches ticked on. Has Rod failed after all? Eleven-twelve-thirteen minutes and bang ! We all jumped as if shot and rushed in. There is the boulder on the old man ' s pillow shattered in a thousand pieces, and the ancient pistol smoking there on the wash stand. We all turn to Rod. " God, " one white faced man says, and he echoes the sentiments of us all. " What happened anyway? " Then Rod sits down on the bed and slowly explains the whole thing. " After everyone left here I went over everything thoroughly to find a clue to the murderer. The door and the window had been found locked, from the inside. I examined every board in the house for a possible exit. There was none. I could find no strange footprints nor the slightest clue that would lead me to expect to find a murderer. " After racking my brain I could conceive of no possible means of exit. I examined the door and the window again very carefully. The window could only be locked and unlocked from the inside. The door had been found with the key still in the keyhole on the inside. The murderer could not h ' ve escaped there. " I was satisfied in my own mind that no man had done the deed. " Then I worked out the theory of suicide. That was impossible on ac- count of the fatal weapon being so far away from the old man. So I sat down to think it out. I thought for a long time. My gaze traveled all over the I ' oom. From the bed to the pistol on the wash stand and back again. I went over and picked up the pistol to exam- ine it. It was hot as a poker! That set me thinking hard. After a while I worked it out. See that old fashioned mirror just above the wash stand? It is peculiarly constructed. The sun hits it. It refracts the rays and throws them back, concentrated on one point. " The rest is simple. At a certain hour of the morning the sun ' s rays, concentrated and thus made very strong by that queer old looking glass, will shine on the pistol lying on the washstand there, if it is placed in ex- actly the right spot. The pistol is an old timer and if heated sufficiently will explode. " On the evening before his death the old man loaded his pistol and placed it on the washstand. He had done this hundreds of times before, but this time he happened to place it in a posi- tion where it was aimed directly at his head and where it would be struck at a certain hour by the full force of the refracted rays. " He went to bed. In the morning the sun shone in the window. The mirror concentrated the rays on the pistol, and when sufficiently heated it ex- ploded, killing him. " THE REDWOOD 215 Everyone stood speechless at the startling explanation. Then Tom walked up and shook hands with Rod. " You will be a Avouderful man, " he said simply. And that is why Tom Ricks doesn ' t have to skimp and slave any more in order to attend college. That is why he Avill have a clear un- tainted name before the world when he begins life ' s battle. That is why Rod Burke has made up his mind to become a detective, and I swear, a great one. And last, but not least, that is why Tom and Rod and I are such great friends. in ii m0rtam HILDING JOHNSON, ' 18 LmOST a year its weary lengtK Kas run Since from our midst thou vanisKed sv ' ift away, Caugnt by the tide, and carried on and on To tKat far sKore wKere is nor year nor day. And still from Kour to nour, O sun ' s gold wKeel, TKou art not tired of tny remorseless turning ! And still tKrougK silent nigKts, O stars of steel, Ye will not cease your cold and heartless burning ! Uar E. L. NICHOLSON, ' 18 f©| IGHT drowned tKe eartK ' s last shadows. I A. In mercy Kiding tKe trencK, WKere all day long neatn snrieking le With shrapnel bursting overhead Killing the living, mocking the dead, Waited the gallant French. " Dream thou of the little village ? " Asked a private of his friend, " The little village close by Marseilles, " Mestled secure by the wooded dales. jlails " Waiting the battle ' s end? ' " Are you roaming on the hillsides? " Do you hear the reaper ' s song? " Does your mind turn back to the hapless day " When we shouldered our guns and turned away, " From the saddened eyes and faces gray? " But the road back home is long. " Sudden the booming cannon, The jlash of the bursting shell. And the little village among the hills Had paid the toll of the monarch ' s ills; Drunk of the cup that sorrow fills, From hearts that loved them well. 216 Philosopher ' s Stone By F. B. Quinn, ' 18 SHORT time ago, 20 centuries, to be exact, up - to - the - minute chemistry were en- deavoring to locate the whereabouts of a certain little pebble, termed the " Phil- osopher ' s Stone " . This bit of rock was supposed to possess the power of changing the heavier and more abund- ant metals into the precious ones. They were not successful, however, and as time passed, these gentlemen began to investigate more practical if less allur- ing problems. For a while their study was along two supposedly distinct lines, organic and inorganic chemistry. The former dealt with the personal attributes and peculiarities of those compounds pro- duced by living organisms, the latter, with siibstances already manufactured in Nature ' s laboratory. The notion that the sciences were al- together separate and distinct obtained until in 1828, when Wohler prepared urea, an organic compound, from am- monium cyanate by evaporation of the latter upon a water bath. The knowledge thus gained, that an organic substance might be prepared from inorganic materials, opened up a whole new field of investigation, and every compound of carbon, was imme- diately regarded with suspicion and its ancestry was vigorously investigated. As a result, a variety of new com- pounds were built up, and old ones were obtained by new and often-times cheaper methods. For example, alco- hol was found to be a hydroxide of the gas ethane which is found in natural gas wells. Many natural flavors were proved to be identical with various ethereal salts, that is, substances form- ed by the interaction of an alcohol and a mineral acid ; consequently, a number of them are now artificially made. As organic compounds are composed for the greater part of Hydrogen, Car- bon, Oxygen and Nitrogen, the study of substances such as coal tar, petro- leum, bone oil, etc., was systematically taken up. From this research-work has come Germany ' s wonderful aniline dye industry and coal tar drugs. The ivory in your tooth brush han- dle, and the film in your camera are both the fruit of patient scientific stu- dy and these are but taken at random from almost countless similar in- stances. Knowing the composition of these products so well, it is but natural that 217 218 THE REDWOOD methods for detecting imptirities in them should also be elaborated, and it is in this particular line of work that the modern chemist is a great help to society, for with his tests he can de- termine with great exactness, the pres- ence of adulterants or impurities in practically everything we eat, drink or use, where purity is essential. Further advances and new discover- ies are constantly being made. A short time ago, an investigator suc- ceeded in isolating from the skin of a species of giant frog, a poison, which, if properly administered is a specific for dropsy. Centuries ago the Chinese were using dried frog skins in pow- dered form as a cure for this same dis- ease, although ignorant of the valua- ble element contained in them. Another very valuable substance that has recently been brought out is aglu- tenin. It is claimed for this compound that if it be applied to a bleeding wound it immediately causes a clot of blood to form, thereby preventing un- due hemorrhage, and entrance of bac- teria. In many cases a prompt use of this agent might be of substantial aid in saving life. The above are examples of how the application of the principles of organic chemistry and its little brother phy- siologic chemistry, has been of direct and material benefit to the human race. There are many other discover- ies to be made and problems to be solved, before our knowledge is com- plete ; however, their discovery and so- lution is quite probable since each new fact is a stepping stone to another. mnrt a PETERB. MARENOVICH, ' 18 m OTHER, do you still remember TKe old Spring days, When tKe meado w lark was warUing And the poppies all ablaze, Seemed to us like Eden blossoms. For your Kand Keld mine ! How the ocean breeze was laugKing In the tall green pine ! Motner, do you still remember Those fair Spring days, As the voices come a- whispering Over life ' s lone ways ? For now the lark is singing, I And now are poppies gold ; And oh ! my heart is aching For those sweet days of old ! 219 A True Friendship Daniel J. Ryan, ' 18 NEARER knew until twenty years ago to- night what it was to be penniless. I was then nineteen years old and up to that fatal night looked forward to a life of ease and luxury. My parents were wealthy. I was the only child. I would naturally have stepped into my father ' s boots — a broker. How I re- member the evening Dad dragged him- self home to mother and myself, a ru- ined man ! Three days later, instead of packing up to leave for college at the opening of the fall semester, I left Chicago for Nevada. Dad and mother had enough to live on in a secluded cotage. It was up to me to make a start in life. Dick Warren of Elko, Nevada, was a college chum of mine. His father was a cat- tle man and might have a job for me. Whatever the West might offer on my arrival, I welcomed the chance. Well ! — I arrived. " Here ' s the bunk house. You ' ll find yer outfit inside and yer horse is the gray in the stable. " Cummins, Warren ' s foreman, then left me standing on the bottom step, to change from a city lad into a cowboy as far as apparel went. I thought his greeting and orders rather brief and curt, but of course he was the boss and this was not Chicago. With two days in the saddle behind me I lay in bed the third morning after Dick had turned me over to the fore- man, hardly able to move. The bell for the end of the few hours wasted in slumber, rang, and I limped into breakfast to the amusement of all. Long, lean and ungainly, Tom Irwin alone, sympathized with me and advis- ed me to lie around for a few days and gradually work the soreness out of my system. " I ' ve been at this game a long time, son, an ' it ' s the only card to play. Cummins won ' t expect nothin ' else of ye. " I hated to give in, for even though down-hearted I was determined to make good. I took Tom ' s advice how- ever, and informed the foreman of my condition. " Kickin ' already, are you? A few good knocks will be yer finish. Huh ! I ' ve always told old Warren to hire no more city trash. Not one, so far, has earned his salt and here ' s another ex- ample. " There and then I determined to show him and walked off to the stable, leav- ing him still talking. The following 220 THE REDWOOD 221 Aveek was indeed painful, but under the fatherly eye of Irwin I managed to endure it. Little by little I got used to the saddle and learned the ins and outs of riding, until at the end of a fortnight I was able to convince myself that I was a real cowboy — almost. Dick came out the next Sunday to say farewell and wish me luck. He was returning to Georgetown. " I am getting along splendidly now, Dick, and I hope to show myself worthy of the recommendations you gave me. Remember me to all the boys, and all kinds of success at college, Dick. " " Never mind, Phil, you have made good so far and will make a man out of yourself. Every chance I have I will put ir a good word for you, both with father and Cummins. Good-bye, and good luck. " So two college chums of a year pre- previous parted. The one still riding on the easy side of life ; the other cast upon its turbulent, surging expanse, to swim ashore or go down as not a few college men before me have done. The boys, ten in all, showed a casual interest in me, while Tom took as many pains to help me as only a father could do. No so the foreman. True Cummins became more amiable to- wards the " city chap " as the months sped on, but still all his dealings with me had a touch of hostility in them. He had taken his stand and Avas deter- mined to maintain it even to the end. " I knew you ' d always be a fool. Yuh haven ' t learnt the first lesson I tried to teach ye, " Cummins ejaculated rather angrily one cold winter morn- ing, two years after my apprentice- ship to him. " You rode that mare twenty miles last night. Got here about ten o ' clock and put her in the barn foaming; of course in yer hurry to the bunk-house ye left her standin ' all night unblanketed. " The boss had been picking on me more than usual of late. I had over- looked the blanket, but this was not the first time, and anyhow the stable was warm. Why should he show so much resentment over such a thing as that? " If you ' ve got any sense at all you ' d better clear out before I complain to the old man and have you fired, " he added, and left me to do as he bid. Dick was my friend, and my employ- er ' s son. I hated these reports to go to either of them. Perhaps I had better throw up the job and seek an occupa- tion elsewhere. " I ' 11 do no such thing, ' ' I said to my- self, after much deliberation. I always made good until I arrived in Elko and I ' d be satisfied with myself now if it wasn ' t for Cummins. He can do his worst, but here I ' ll stay until I re- ceive notice to the contrary. Irwin, as usual was encouraging. " I ' m nearly sixty, Phil, an ' I ' ve had as many successes and failures in the space of time as I think any one man has. Some, I wish I could h ' ve avoid- ed ; others I thank God for. They made a man out of me, such as I am, and a better one I ' ll mould out of ye if ye ' 11 222 THE REDWOOD only listen. Stick here and yer lessons will be gone over each evenin ' as here- tofore. " I did. Cummins did his Avorst and seemed to fail. Dick ' s father had faith in me and that Avas all. Even though I Avas misrepresented to him he said I must be given a chance. " He ' s tryin ' to make things miser- able for you alright lad, " commented Ted Mayer, a comical character among the boys. His oratorical ability was always in evidence when there was something to talk about. " I think I know the cause, " he re- luctantly and rather sorrowfully pro- ceeded. " Cummins ' nephew from San Francisco, is coming to pay us a visit, so I hear, an ' the boss Avouldn ' t ob- ject to have ye vacate so that this city chap might step in and try his hand at cow-punchin ' . " " Cummins ' nephew or no nepheAv ain ' t goin ' to effect ye in any manner, " came from old Tom. The passing of a few days brought the fulfillment of Ted ' s prophecy. The other " city chap " arrived on the scene. Of course it Avas quite natural that he should take an immediate dis- like to me. I was the one obstruction. Warren visited the ranch the day after Pete Cummins ' arrival. I hap- pened to be off duty that day and had a long talk Avith him. His attitude, while it was not one of very intense in- terest in me, was favorable and he as- sured me that so far I was safe. " Cummins an ' the boss had a consul- tation coneernin ' city chaps today, " re- marked Ted that evening. " The fore- man, of course, didn ' t know anyone was listenin ' when he shot out a se- ries of false accusations against ye. If I hadn ' t felt my position I Avould ' ve contradicted him. As it Avas I ' d the supreme satisfaction of hearin ' War- ren say that an experienced " city chap " , meanin ' ye, Avas superior to a greenhorn chap and that his nephew must look for a job somcAvhere else. " I managed to stick on the payroll until Pete departed whence he came, and for a long time after that. Almost daily I was upbraided by Cummins as though I were a little devil placed in his path to be licked by one foot and then booted by the other. Often I thought of, and wished I was back with the old folks. I heard from them reg- ularly and alAvays ansAvered with en- couraging letters. During the last tAvo years they had fallen away from the life Avhich they once lived, as reeds upon the marshes when the tide rolls back. In a way I thought it would not be very pleasant for a young fellow to come back to the scenes of the old cus- toms under the revised conditions. One day in the dead of Avinter I was detailed by Cummins to hunt up some missing steers. I, because it was an unpleasant task in unpleasant weath- er, and because Cummins Avas the boss. I started long before daybreak, and in the face of a blustering north wind, scoured the country around within a radius of fifty miles. , The land was level, but on account of the numerous herds this searching Avas very difficult. THE REDWOOD 223 The strays might be in this band here or in that one over there, five miles away. My trip was vain. At dusk I turned slowly homeward with forty-five miles ahead of me that night and another day of conquest before me in the morn- ing. I rode slowly, thinking deeply both of the -present and of the future. About half past five darkness had near- ly set in save in the western sky which was still glowing like a rosy apple. It was indeed a perfect closing for a day in midwinter. During my musing my eye was drawn to a speck moving on the far-off horizin. In a moment the insect, as it appeared, faded away in the shadow of the intervening land. Most assuredly it was coming in my direction and being alone, might be a horseman. I rode slowly towards it and half expected to meet one of the straying herd. " A little faster, Joe, old boy. Yes, I know we ' ve come a long way, but just a bit faster. " It was but a boy with a boyish voice away out here alone on the prai- rie. Still he was not lost, as best I could make out. " Hello, there! Who is it? " I cried. The lad made no reply, but drew rein directly in front of me. The horse was foaming and the boy ' s face was pale. " Are you lost? Where are you go- ing? What are you doing out here at this hour of the night? " The boy was scarcely twelve years old, which added more queerness to my unexpected meeting of a fellow horseman. " Goin ' to Mr. Warren ' s ranch, " he managed to gasp. " Tom Irwin lives there. His uncle, Frank Irwin, is dy- ing. All the men were away on a round-up when he got sick and only the Chinese cook and I were with him. We couldn ' t do nothing, so I ' m goin ' to tell Tom. " Tom was my best friend. Now was my chance to show some gratitude. Had I better send the boy on to inform Tom while I rode to Prank Irwin ' s, or would I send the lad back and go for Tom myself? In a second I decided on the former course. I might save the old man. " Do you knoAv the v ay to War- ren ' s? " I asked. " Yes, I do. I have been there lots of times. " " Very well, then, go tell Tom. I will go and see what I can do for the sick man. " Irwin ' s place was about twenty miles distant I knew, as I was within sight of his buildings only two hours before. The mare wheeled at a touch and had bent her nose forward to the race, when I heard a clattering of hoofs followed by a shout. They came from the darkest portion of the priarie and it took some minutes after pulling the mare back on her haunches to locate the approaching horse and rider. It was Cummins. " Drivin ' yer horse in the wrong di- rection. Tryin ' to steal her, " came the 224 THE REDWOOD foreman ' s snarl before I could ever turn. When I did turn I told him in not any too polite tones just where I was going and why. Before I could finish he cut me off — " No ye don ' t. You ' re no doctor — only a rotten poor excuse for a cow- puncher. You ' re working for me — not Irwin or his uncle. " " I ' m going to Irwin ' s, " I told him coolly. " Alright, " he answered with a sat- isfied sneer. " You ' re fired — take that horse back to the ranch. ' ' Once more I told him that I was go- ing to Irwin ' s and as the walking was poor I was going to ride. His lips came back in a sort of a snarl — " Are yuh? " — and he I ' eached towards his belt. Cummins had a rep- utation of speed with a gun, but there was a hitch somewhere, because mine was leaning gently on the horn before his hand quite reached the holster. " Now take your horse back to the ranch and don ' t turn around before you are quite a ways off. " Like a hungry dog he snapped at his one last hope. " I ' ll tell the old man yuh were rust- lin ' a couple of his yearlin ' s, an ' my word ' s better ' n yers with him. " I had not noticed the boy who stood alongside, but his voice was very wel- come as he cancelled Cummins ' latest avowal — " No, you won ' t — I ' ll tell Mr. Warren that you lied. " Cummins could have strangled the boy, but his anger nearly strangled him. Time was precious so I gave the youngster a few minutes start on the foreman and then ordered him, too, to make tracks. This he did. Again I wheeled the mare and this time we waited for no one and the snow flew behind us so that Cummins couldn ' t have seen to shoot if he had been near enough. Tom had spoken of his uncle and mentioned to me the only reason he was not working for Irwin was because their tempers were so fashi oned that separation was the only solution. The cook took my horse and I went straight to the stricken man. I knew something about medicine and only hoped to be able to help him. The aged victim was lying in a cot in the corner of a truly bachelor ' s bunk- house. This enclosure was faintly lit by a flickering candle. The pain must have been awful for his form was writhing in the most nerve-racking contortions. His face lit up when my entrance brought a thought of relief, but it soon wore away, overcome by intense suffering, and his face grew fixed and his eyes set in a glassy stare. I could not make out what ailed him. He directed me to the medicine chest and v ith its contents I did the best I could. I gave him several kinds of medicine and rubbed him with alco- hol. I Avorked on him for an hour or more before there was any sign of a change. Then his pain seemed gradu- ally to subside and he grew more rest- ful. Finally he fell into a light sleep. Hour after hour I stood over him THE REDWOOD 225 watching for any change. I figured out the earliest possible time that I could expect Tom, and from then on the minutes dragged like hours. Near six o ' clock the following morning, the barking of the dogs heralded Tom. In a second he was in. " Lord, he looks awful, Phil, " were his first words. " I sent for Doc Mor- ton, but it ' ll be hours before he can get here. " Although we spoke in whispers the sick man was awakened. He recog- nized Tom ' s voice at once and called to him. " I knew you ' d come, Tommie. We may have disagreed, but I knew ye loved old uncle. You ' re my only kin an ' of course the ranch an ' all goes to ye. Lord forgive me, Tom, for the Avay I ' ve treated ye. " " He will, uncle, he will, " sobbed Tom. ' ' I should ' ve known better than to pay any attention to yer anger. " This apparently satisfied the fast sinking man, and he laid back on his pillow with a sigh, awaiting death. An hour later he passed into the Great Beyond without a sound or a strug- gle. " He ' s gone, Phil. Poor old man. He was a good soul in his way. Lord have mercy on him. " Three days later " Frank Irwin " was painted on the headstone on top of a small knoll overlooking his holdings of fifteen hundred acres. Eleven cow- punchers, a Chinaman, a young orphan boy and I knelt with bowed heads. " Well, Tom, I am sorry that you lost your uncle and sorry that you and I will not work side by side hereafter, ' ' I said the night after the funeral. " You ' re to stay right here, Phil. I ' ll run this ranch and my greatest pleasure is to offer ye the foreman ' s job. I ' m an old man now — without a relation in the world. My days are few an ' when my time comes to follow my uncle the place is yours. " Success, and out of Cummins ' grasp at last ! I went to Elko at once and telegraphed to deal old Dad and Mother, and in two days they were en route for Reno. ®Ijr Sxtnrnt J. CHARLES MURPHY, ' 18 ING Key ! for tKe tKrill of beginning (0J The trail ' neatK a laughing blue sky, With never a thought hut of winning. Sing hey ! for the quick sparkling eye, That sees in the long leagues of travel The glow of adventurous life, Tangled threads for a man to unravel, In the ardor of vigorous strife. Shout ! and the paeon will herald The waking sun ' s earliest ray, And the banner unfurled to the startled world. Wave it on high and say, " Old Earth, although you are wond ' rous strong, Tou shall feel the might of my arm ere long. " Sing low for the tranquilly ending Long journey adown through the years, For the toil-weary limbs that are bending. Sing low for a smile through the tears, That gilding the grey of the gloaming, Will lighten the weight of the load, When at last we have tired of roaming. When we ' re nearing the End of the Road. Oh, in the golden twilight. Just at the close of day, Whispering love to One above ; Humble your heart, and say, " Father, who guides me the long years through. Grant that my path may lead to you. " 226 " Greater Love Than This " E. L. Nicholson, 18 LIFE of luxury is but tlie essence of exist- ence. Oft times it hap- pens that they who live but for the joy of being, helping no one, earing for little save the brightness of the veneer of insincerity never realize this; again, by the Grace of God they do. In the case of John Matan, the ques- tion hangs in the balance. Twenty- nine years he had lived in the hollow enjoyment of inherited wealth, and on his dim reasoning of that which lay be- neath the crust, only the eternal dollar shed its pale glow ; yet to him who had known no other, its brightness was as the noonday sun. And it was as I have said, at the age of twenty-nine that he realized the fallacy of his rea- soning. That which led to clearing up his doubts was the family phisieian ' s curt advice — " Travel — take a rest, — not physical, but mental. If you don ' t — well, remember that I advised you. " Deep within Matan had always lain a desire, faint but ever present, to go where no civilized man had ever eared to risk his well-being. So beneath his dejection at the doctor ' s advice lay a certain satisfaction, palmed from the thought that now he might satisfy that craving. A short week-end cleared up his few retardments, and one early morning found him, a ticket for South Africa in his pocket, lounging in a steamer chair aboard the ' Orion ' , due to sail immediately. The passage was uneventful, a peri- od of dismal reveries and gloomy fore- bodings, but as all events save the joys or sufferings of the next life, it ended. The first day ashore he recuperated M onderfuUy. The very air of the land of which he had dreamed in idle mo- ments, seemed to brace him, and every breath lifted a burden from his mind and added new strength to his appe- tite. But he was here to do things — to see things. He hired a native guide to sort the necessities from his overloaded pack, for although he measured six feet and weighed slightly over 190 pounds, John felt that as his mind was ailing and under treatment, his back should fare as well. The guide ' s ideas coincided with his wonderfully, — in all instances save one. The negro insisted that John must, as all travellers, carry an extra rifle. 227 228 THE REDWOOD Just why, the native could not state, and herein lay John ' s contrariety. But perseverance, here as always, won, and Matan ' did as the Romans did ' . Two days after landing, they start- ed. The guide was not a permanent fixture, for from the edge of ' No Man ' s Land ' , Matan meant to travel alone. . . Yet a certain feeling of loneliness crept over him as he watched the broad back of the native moving off through the underbrush. Bimat, as the negro had called him- self, had left Matan at the banks of a small river. The current was rather slow for its narrow width, but the water was wonderfully clear and cool. John walked for possibly two hours, but as the afternoon wore on, and the size and weight of his pack increased, he could have sworn that in a civilized country the sun would have gone down long ago as a sign for tired mortals to rest. Finally the sun did go down, but true to his resolve, Matan carried his pack until the last curve sank below whatever he could see of the horizon through the tropic growth. It was soon after, as the tropical twilight deepened, that John realized how often he had wronged those of his household, — especially the cook. The warm solution of water and tea leaves could hardly be called tea, nor would the African quail, which he had shot that afternoon, cook beneath its beauty —which Matan knew was skin deep. His stomach, keen as was his appe- tite, didn ' t seem to demand its natural requirements as much as did the rest of his body, so half the quail, and as much of the limpid mixture from the teapot as would quench his thirst, sat- isfied his inward craving before he slept. His banquet certainly had had no ef- fect on his mind, for he rested as only a man who is satisfied in every way Avith the passing day can rest. The sun had spent a quarter of its force before his mind floated back to a misty realization that he was not at home, where he could have rested for an eternity. He leapt to his feet and shook himself to feel the vigor of his body. Satisfied, he played about for half an hour in the cool waters of the tiny river whose banks had seemed so endless to him the day before. As he lay and gloried in his existence there came to him a strange sound, which he felt rather than knew did not belong to the forest ' s confines from its birth. The sound was not constant, nor was it real, separate from the other forest sounds, yet somehow Mat- an ' s sense of danger was stirred, and his mind was at the instant on the alert. His half-cooked meal over, and he felt much better for it — he did not ex- actly know whether he felt better that it was over, or because he had eaten it — John gathered his implements of rest and dining, and pushed on up the river from whence the strange sounds had seemed to come. The pack was light enough to him, refreshed, but he wished that he had THE REDWOOD 229 left the extra rifle and cartridges on the coast. Towards noon, after he had covered perhaps ten miles of fairly easy walk- ing, he thought he heard the same strange sound of the morning. It was nearer now, a short distance into the forest from the river. Matan was not a man of extraordi- nary courage, yet he realized that " Cowards die many deaths " , so he crossed the stream where an aged trunk, moss-covered and weather- beaten, lay across. The brush was thinner here, and he plunged into the forest ' s fastness with a feeling that soon he was to meet with someone — something, that had never entered the narrow bounds of his city life. The sun was mighty hot as John soon came to realize, for half an hour of double toil, breaking through the dense underbrush, and straining every muscle to work silently, — left his clothes hanging limply to his frame and his face streaming with perspira- tion. He stopped to rest, telling him- self that the time was spent in listen- ing for the strange sounds. When they came, after ten minutes of waiting, something stirred within Matan that he had never before felt. It seemed to come to him from the dimness of ages, as a wild instinct, faint, and nearly mastered by civilization, yet it brought to his tongue the cry of the primeval cave-dweller. He dropped to his knees, for the sound was near at hand. As it came no closer he crawled stealthily toward it, and unconsciously he held the rifle in the centre as a bow, and reached for the taut string that he felt should be stretched beneath. The cool steel of the barrel brought his mind down the centuries as he crept noiselessly on, and he saw that the lever was ready for instant action, and that the cartridge clip was full. He saw a somewhat cleared space ahead. Nearer to the edge he crept, slowly and more cautiously. The sounds had combined into a wild howl- ing, and it took all Matan ' s self -posses sion to fight back a gripping desire to throw aside the garb of civilization and join the ring of dark, naked figures, dancing about on the farther edge of the clearing. John bent lower that he might look between the dancing fig- ures. The sweat on his brow was icy cold as he rose again, and for a mo- ment a mist hung before his eyes. In the centre of the wild dancers, a fire was leaping and crackling. Beside it lay the figure of a man, trused and tied. His skin was lighter than that of the natives, — this John noticed at the instant. But above the fire, on spits of green saplings, quartered and drawn, a human body was sizzling. A moment of indetermination, then Mat- an ' s senses cleared, and slowly, calm- ly, he sought the nearest figure through the rear sight, and on the ivory bead at the miizzle of the automatic. The rifle spat and the dark figure fell. The others stood for an instant, paralyzed, — and in that instant the rifle spoke again and again, — five times. Three more of the negroes lay beside the first 230 THE REDWOOD before realization of their danger flash- ed through the barbarians ' minds ; then with a wild howl as from a single throat they disappeared into the dense underbrush. Matan lay quietly as the sound of the shots reverberated back and forth, farther at each peal till they died aAvay in the distance. Then he rose, cautiously to be sure, and walked slowly across the space to the side of the half breed, struggling against the sinew thongs that bound him. To the mulatto, a second before roll- ing his eyes and groaning as he saw the fate that must be his, Matan looked more godlike than human. The negro whimpered as the white man approach- ed, and to John ' s surprise cried out — " Master " . With his back to the fire and its hid- eous sacrifice, Matan cut the strips of hide that bound the trembling victim, — then sat back on his haunches, watching him, freed, arise; and never had John seen such a look upon the face of a human. Awe, fear and ad- miration were mixed in a doglike look of undying love. He gulped several times as if trying to speak, and again, to Matan ' s aston- ishment, with hardly a shadow of ac- cent, said softly, " Master " . John tried to assume an untroubled mein as he asked, " Speak much Eng- lish, do you? " The half-breed answered, " Yes, Mas- ter, I was educated by the mission- aries. " As if by accident he glanced at the now smouldering fire and the body of his erstwhile comi anion, and instantly the miraculousness of his deliverance overcame him, and he fell at the white man ' s feet, sobbing as though the na- tives Avere once more upon him, and he was seeking protection. The comparison flashed across John ' s mind, and with it he real dan- ger of their situation. He turned and walked to the edge of the clearing to seek tidings of the rapidly departed natives. This he told himself, but for the most part, he knew he could little bear the sight of the negro crouching at his feet, sobbing — and worshipping him like a god, — he who a month be- fore was intent on the one purpose of hoarding money, and ruthlessly ruining his fellow men in the quest. As he often declared in after life, — that episode signaled the " Eequiem " of the miserly spirit in him. No sound came from the forest, save the echoing cries of the birds and ani- mals, startled at the shots, — probably the first such sounds that had dis- turbed their wild lives. As the negro had said that he had lived among whites, John saw no rea- son Avhy he should not be able to use a rifle. Perhaps the fates had pre- arranged his bringing the extra gun, he thought as he untied the pack and took the firearm from its case. The black had not risen, but as Matan called he rose quickly to his knees, re- maining there until John spoke again. Then he walked to John ' s side, bowed low and kissed his hand. Something THE REDWOOD 231 rose in the white man ' s throat as he saw the sincerity of the black. " Here, " he said gruffly, handing him the rifle, " can you use this? " The black ' s eyes shone as he took the gun, and his thick lips drew back into a broad grin. " Yes, Master, I use that a great deal in the colonies. ' " It Avas on the tip of Matan ' s tongue to ask how the natives had caught him, and if the interrupted banquet was an every-day affair, but the negro ' s evi- dent terror each time he thought of the scene, silenced him. John could see that the black meant to accompany him, but not wishing this, nor knowing how to refuse the offer when it came, he strapped his pack about his shoul- ders, and with a wave of his hand to the negro who stood gazing transfixed at the remains of his comrade, turned back the way he had come, toward the river. The forest ' s stillness held new dan- gers for him now, he knew, and for the first time since he land ed, Matan half wished himself back on Broadv ay, or at the head of half of Uncle Sam ' s standing army here in the jungle. By the time he reached the river the sun ' s last rays had crimsoned the West, and shone in his eyes through the breaks in the brush as he trudged slowly up-stream, musing. He camped earlier than the evening before, for although the sight of the barbarians ' meal had removed most of his appetite, he had not eaten since morning, and too, he needed practice in his art of cooking. One of the half dozen cans of ' salt horse ' , and a much better educated form of tea satisfied his hunger, and he rolled up in his welcome blankets for the night. Sleep did not come at once. The god Lethe would not touch his eyelids Avith the heavy dew of slumber. For the first time in his life he heard a lion roar, and true to nature he pic- tured himself in the animal ' s jaws. Then from further off came the an- swering cry of the mate, — nearer and nearer as they approached each other, preparing, as Matan knev , a fit welcome for the ill-fated victim of their evening meal. Soon however, the roaring ceased, and the night life and hunting hours of the jungle began, in wary silence, and Matan slept. His guardian angel hovered over him as he slept, and if the lion or the other perils of the forest caught the human scent borne on the night breeze, there was too the rifle ' s terror, whose scent nature had taught them to shun, no matter what the chance of a kill. When John awoke the sky was slightly clouded. Perhaps it was the absence of the sun, perhaps the ani- mal nature in him, that brought to Matan ' s senses the breath of impend- ing danger; the warning that no man may slight. Breakfast over, and his pack slung across his shoulders, John sought the jungle ' s fastness, an animal trail run- 232 THE REDWOOD ning parallel to the riA er, not far from its banks. Again that morning he shattered the silence of ages with his rifle, and as on the first day, it was the African quail that welcomed the white man ' s advance into the hitherto peaceful re- gion. This was the only time, save half an hour at noon, that Matan rest- ed. His step was quick and nervous as he walked, for although real danger met face to face, would cause him lit- tle anxiety, the feeling, queer and ab- stract, yet certain, that someone, some- thing — was following him, set his nerves on edge, and he walked faster and faster, as he sought to put the lurking fear behind him. In the middle of the afternoon the sun broke through the clouds and beat down upon the dew which had not dried, causing the dense forest to steam and sweat, much to John ' s dis- comfort. As evenig drew on, the air cooled and a soft breeze stirred the leaves, nearly causing the tired Matan to forget his weariness. An hour ' s more walking and the stream branched out before him, leav- ing a small cleared spot in the branch of the two streams. Thankfully, Matan flung the pack from his shoulders, unstrapped the hol- ster from about him and threw it be- side the pack, then dropped with a peaceful sigh upon the mat of rank verdure. As he rested, the trickling of the water in the smaller stream caught his ear, and he wondered, lazily, what sort of adventures lay along its banks. His curiosity temporarily overcame his wearied spirit after a half an hour ' s wondering, and he rose and walked slowly along the animal trail that led down the river branch. The stream broadened gradually out into a small lagoon, and along its sides were the tracks of many animals, drinking there nightly. Under the weight of his pack as the afternoon had worn on, Matan had nearly forgotten the queer lurking fear, but now again he seemed to feel rather than hear, something moving behind him in the jungle ' s growth — always behind him. As if to gain con- fidence, he laid his hands on his hips where his holster should have hung, then started nervously as he remem- bered having tossed it beside his pack before lying down. He turned slowly about to retrace his steps, then cried out, and his eyes nearly started from his head. Pacing him, standing direct- ly in his path, not ten feet away, and lashing its tail in fury, was the cat- like form of the Jungle Peril, dripping jaws and glaring eyes, an African lion. Cold chills started at the base of Mat- an ' s spine and ran slowly up and down his back. . . . Then softly, — stealthi- ly, the beast moved one foot. The movement was scarcely perceptible, yet to Matan ' s nerves, now shattered, the movement was almost the fatal leap. The lion moved again and Matan cried out. . . . His hands were extended be- fore him, — his fingers stretched claw- like; his body was crouched back and THE REDWOOD 233 his knees bent tinder him. . . . Again the stealthy movement of the clawed foot, and again Matan cried out — though this time it was more of a gulping laugh — a horrible maniacal scream. Again and again the lion moved those terrible claws — nearer, nearer, — and Matan ' s scalp burned, his hands gripped at his throat. He tried to scream, but only a rasping groan came forth. His senses were fast leav- ing him, when— as in a dream he heard a voice — " Stoop a little more, Master, I cannot see his forehead. " Dumbly, automatically, Matan knelt ; — a gun belched at his ear,— then a screaming roar, and the lion leapt. Swift as a flash it leapt, but swifter still a black form sprang before Matan. In the semi-twilight John saw a naked knife — a flash of teeth, — then a slow- panting-groan — again and again ; — softer — sweeter; it seemed to Matan ' s wearied brain almost as angels ' wings hovering about. Then — " Master " , and Matan saw in those eyes the same undying love that the fire of sacrifice had reflected the day before ; then softer, and still sweeter, — ' ' Master ' ' . The eyes closed, and night, healing all pains of life — settled over them; . . . and greater love than his hath no man, than he who gives his life for that of his friend. Ireland ' s Part in Christianizing and Civilizing the World James Winston, ' 18 ROM the beginning of the third until the end of the fourth century, when Ireland ' s wis- dom first penetrated the gloom, a shadow of darkness and death overhung the whole of Europe. The continent was a prey to the most dreadful catastrophes and astonishing revolutions. Hordes of barbarians poured in streams over the world. The rough hand of destruc- tion and desolat ion swept corruption into the path of Roman civilization and disrobed the Imperial City of her most valued treasures. The ancient pagan culture of thousands of years was gone. The East was fast imbibing the false doctrine of Arianism, while the West was engulfed in the miseries ensuing from the disastrous invasions of the Huns and other tribes. But the storm that was shaking the whole of Europe left Ireland undisturbed. She was flourishing and enjoying a tranquility unknown to the rest of the western world. Her arts were cultivated. Ci- vilization attained a high standard. Schools were established. Ireland be- came the seat of wisdom whence radi- ated the light that was to awaken the nobler spirits of Europe and christian- ize the world. Hitherto left behind in the race of civilization, she now became the one luminous spot in a world of darkness. Ireland, for the three hun- dred years after her conversion, was destined to hold the intellectual supre- macy of the civilized world. The testimony of early Roman his- torians is cited to prove that the Irish, before the advent of St. Patrick were an uncultured people, deprived of learning, the use of letters, scholars, etc., but the absurdity of such asser- tions is evident after a brief survey of conditions in ancient Ireland. First of all, the Irish were governed by the famous Brehon Code of Laws which alone shows conclusively an advanced social condition. The clan system was in existence and the various tribes united under one king whose office was not hereditary but who was chosen by the people during the time of his predecessor. The Irish were well versed in letters, having an early and rude form of alphabet which dates back even to prehistoric times, and besides this primitive Ogham form of alpha- bet, they were also familiar with Rom- an letters. Although we have no evi- dence of the fact, still, since the Dru- ids of Gaul knew Greek, we can safely 234 THE REDWOOD 235 conclude that the leading men in Ire- land were also acquainted with the let- ters, if not the languages used in Brit- ain and in Gaul by the Romans. In- deed, ancient Ireland attained to a no- bler and a better civilization than even Greece or Rome. The heed given to Fionn McCool ' s advice: " Let three- fourths of thy gentleness be shown to women and children and to men of art " is one characteristic alone which stands in luminous contrast with the manner in which the Romans, Greeks, or the people of any other pagan coun- try respected their weaker subjects. The achievements of the great poet Sedulius illustr ates the learning exist- ing in Ireland previous to St. Patrick. His " Carmen Pascale " , the first and only really Christian epic ever written, is a wonderful Avork in latin, recogniz- ed by the orthodox church, and even after these long sixteen hundred years still contains not even one line which is not in harmony with the faith. While considering this great poet, we might incidentally remark here the part he played with his pen in refuting the doctrine of Arianism then spreading broadcast. The heretic Arian, know- ing the powerful influence of music upon the soul of man, imbued the pop- ular songs with his ideas, and as a nat- ural consequence the people in singing these imbibed his false teaching. Sedu- lius, recognizing this, composed latin hymns and set them to the sweet strains of Irish airs. The people of Erin, ever passionately fond of music, delighted in singing these beautiful melodies already so familiar to them and even quicker than they had receiv- ed the Arian ideas did they relish the Christian tone of these hymns. From this we see that the Irish have greatly contributed to the foundation of our Catholic church music, ever far-famed for its sacred grandeur. " We must therefore conclude that the Irish people were not a barbarous or an uncivilized race when the light of faith dav ned over the " Ever Green Isle " . Rather, Patrick came to a won- derfully civilized nation, — a nation which though under the cloud of a false religion, had yet attained to es- tablished laws and a recognized and settled form of government, a high philosophical knowledge and a splen- did national melody and poetry. The Irish heart opened wide and sprang to take and embrace the invaluable gift of religion which he brought them. They became Catholic under the very hand of an apostle such as no nation ever did or will do until the end of time. At once the land became a land not only of Christians but of Saints. However, St. Patrick ' s mission was not limited to the christianizing of this simple people. He converted them, purified their laws, gave new inspira- tions to the bards, and laid the founda- tion of that educational system which for the next three centuries made Ire- land the light and glory of all western Europe. " As the power of Imperial Rome began to pale, the Irish sunburst blazed over the scene. Ireland was en- 236 THE REDWOOD tering upon her Golden Age of learn- ing. " The revising of the ancient Brehon Code constitutes one of Patrick ' s great- est works, for even until our own day this compilation, known as the Senchus Mor, furnished the most abundant and authentic material for the study of Ire- land ' s national history. It is certain- ly the greatest monument in existence to the learning and civilization of the ancient Gaedhlic race in Erin. Guided across the slopes of Slieve Guillon by an Angel and " northward to the height of Macha " Patrick came to the place destined by Providence as the site of his famous school of Ar- magh. Here his heavenly guide told him " So long as Sea Girdeth this isle, so long thy name shall hang In splendor o ' er it like the stars of God. " The school founded here, primarily a great theological seminary, was so re- nowned that it attracted thousands of students to its portals, in fact, the num- ber became so numerous that the city was divided into wards. One of these, the Trian-Saxon, was occupied by Eng- lish students alone, who, according to Bede " were received with true Irish hospitality and were all, rich and poor, supplied gratuitously with food, books and education. " No more honorable testimony has ever been born to any nation ' s hospitality and love of learn- ing than this. Alas, that England should so shamefully forget the debt she owes to the fair Isle of the West- ern Seas! The way was opened. Ireland, hith- erto lying in heathen darkness, was brought into communion with the Christian world. Quickly the seed of faith flourished and ripened into a rich harvest. Churches, monasteries, con- vents and universities, " crowned every hill and sanctified every valley. " Ire- land was called upon as soon as eon- verted, to become at once the mother of Saints, the home and refuge of lean- ing and the great instructress of the nations; and, perhaps, the history of the world does not exhibit a more striking and glorious sight than Ire- land for the three hundred years im- mediately following her conversion to the Catholic faith. The whole island was covered with schools and monas- teries in which men, the most renowned of their age, both for learning and sanctity, received the thousands of stu- dents who flocked to them from every land. People of all nationalities as- sembled before the great Irish teach- ers. Such it was in St. Patrick ' s own city of Armagh, in Brangor, in Clonard, in Clonmacnoise, in Mayo; in famed Lismore, on the Blaekwater; in Mun- gret, on the lordly Shannon ; in the far off islands of Aran, in the Western ocean; and in many another sainted and historic spot, where the round tow- ers and the group of seven churches still remain silent but eloquent wit- nesses of the sanctity and glory of Ire- land ' s first Christianity. The nations, beholding and admiring the luster of THE REDWOOD 237 learning and sanctity which shone forth in the Holy Isle, united in con- ferring upon Ireland the proudest title ever yet given to a land, or a people ; they called her " the Island of Saints and Scholars. " To notice all the monastic institu- tions that attained eminence while Ire- land was the University of the Chris- tian world, would demand more space than can be afforded, so mention of but a few of the most illustrious institu- tions must suffice. St. Bridget, referred to in the Laeb- har Breac as the " Mary of the Gaed- hil, " founded at Kildare the celebrated abbey of which she was abbess. In a short time it grew to be a great religi- ous establishment, and Cogitosus tells us that no one could count the crowds of people that c ame to Kildare from all the provinces of Erin. Here the chil- dren of Ireland ' s patroness became the maidens and mothers of the Irish race and rose under St. Patrick ' s hand to be the light and glory of Ireland, — as Ireland ' s womanhood has been from that day to this. The celebrated school at Clonard, was the nursery of so many learned and holy men that its founder, St. Fin- nian, became known as the " Tutor of the Saints of Erin. " The fame of his austere and self-denying life, added to his wonderful knowledge of Sacred Scriptures, attracted great numbers of holy and venerable men to the banks of the Boyne. Thither came Ciaran Avho, in after years, founded the most fam- ous monastic school, Clonmaenoise, in the fair meadows by the Shannon ' s shores. Thither, to, came Brendan of Clonfert, St. Ita ' s foster son, the dar- ing navigator, who first tried to cross the Atlantic to preach the gospel and reveal to Europe the mysteries of the far-off Western Isles. There, too, was young Columba, who learned at the feet of Finnian those lessons of wisdom and discipline that he carried with him to lona, which in its turn became for centuries a torch to irradiate the spir- tual gloom of Picts, Scots and Saxons. As many as three thousand would as- semble to receive the heavenly instruc- tions which flowed from the lips of the saintly Finnian. Another great school was that of Lis- more. Here the students gathered to the number of seven thousand at once around Saint Carthach in the open air to be instructed in the sciences of which he was a master. The institu- tion at Clonmaenoise was famous ; the monasteries of Doyne and Molville at- tracted huge crowds ; the school at Cork, which is the foundation of the city of that name, flourished, while the abbey of Bangor, under the direction of its founder. Saint Congal, became one of the most celebrated in Ireland. Thus Ireland reveled in all the beau- ty of her grandeur, enjoyed the bless- ings of peace, the light of Divine truth, the warmth of holy charity, and en- joyed that learning which made her the great school house of the world. Thus it was when the Irish heart, en- larged and expanded by the new ele- ment of Christian charity, the Irish 238 THE REDWOOD mind, before so cultivated in all pagan literature, now enlightened with the higher and more glorious rays of faith, — when this heart and mind of the Irish looked out with compassion upon the nations who were around them sitting in darkness, in barbarism and in the shadov of death, these surround- ing countries had neither religion, faith nor learning, and " Ireland evangeliz- ed; Ireland enlightened; Ireland warmed with the rays of divine char- ity, — " cast one pitying look upon the neighboring nations, and then compas- sionately sent her saints forth from her green bosom to evangelize and civilize the whole world. Her monks went forth into Scotland and England preaching the gospel. They traveled into every land of Europe. They en- tered into the valley of Switzerland which was christianized by the Irish St. Grail, whose name still marks a town in that country, whose name is still held in veneration even by those who scarcely know the land of his birth. Firdolind, another Irish saint of that time, went through the length and breadth of all Europe until he was known to all men for the greatness of his learning, the power of his preach- ing and the wonderful sanctity of his life. In the seventh century Colum- banus penetrated into the heart of France, preaching the Gospel to the people of Burgundy; thence, passing over the Alps, he descended into the plains of Lombardy. In that very land where St. Ambrose and other lights of the Church had shone, Columbanus had preached the Gospel, and appeared as a new vision of holiness and good- ness before the Italian people. Assist- ed by the Irish monks he established at Bobbio his famous school, the influ- ence of which left a deep and perma- nent impression upon European civi- lization. Indeed, it is not too much to say that Ireland never sent forth a greater son than Columbanus to do the work of God in foreign lands. He brought forth much fruit, and his fruit has remained. For centuries his influ- ence was dominant in France and in Northern Italy. From Bobbio Charle- magne selected the teachers for his re- nowned Palace School. Alquin, an Englishman by birth, but educated solely at Erin ' s universities, became the Superior and was later replaced by the celebrated Irish monk, Clem- ent. The fame of this institution, like every other then under the guidance of the learned Irish scholars, attained great eminence, and became a memorial to the great king ' s name. But the greatest of all the saints and exiles of the seventh century was the man whose name is familiar to all. His name is enshrined amongst the very highest saints of the Church ' s calendar. The history of this saint is striking for his extraordinary sanctity, and yet brings out fully, forcibly and wonderfully the strength as well as the weakness of the Irish character. The story of St. Columba is so well known to every student of Irish his- tory that repetition of it is not neces- sary. We all know of the austerity THE REDWOOD 239 of his life ; his humility, and the great number of temples which his piety in- duced him to raise to God ' s honor. We know of his great love for learning and how, through his eagerness to obtain a copy of the Psalter, he copied the Bible brought from Rome by St. Pinni- an and thus became accessory to the battle of Cuildreimne. How as a pen- ance for this act, he was ordered by his confessor, St. Molaisse, to depart from Ireland and never look on Erin ' s soil again. And how with streaming eyes he left his native land, and from his lit- tle currach dolefully watched the bil- lowy cliffs of the holy island fast fad- ing from view. His mission as apostle of the Picts was before him and out from the mainland amid the rock, he built a monastery and there founded the far-famed school of lona. Like St. Francis Xavier, who knew twenty-six languages, Columba was obliged to learn the dialect spoken by the differ- ent people he met, and to write for each a copy of the Gospel and Cate- chism. He taught them the Anglo- Saxon tongue and was the first to write this language, thereby making the English a written language instead of mere dialect. St. Brendan, a great poet, dreamer, and orator, from his secluded cell over- looking the Lakes of Killarney and the wide reaches of the Atlantic conceived the idea of discovering the promised land beyond the western main. " And often now amid the purple haze That evening breathed on the hori- zon ' s rim Methought, as there I sought my wished for home I could descry amid the waters green. Full many a diamond shrine and gol- den dome And crystal palaces of dazzling sheen. " The story of this voyage across the " untracked ocean ' s billowy foam " , written in his own hand, is still ex- tant both in Irish and in Latin. This dramatic poem tells how Brendan and his few companions sailed for seven years from island to island in the At- lantic, seeing many marvels by land and sea, and how at length they finally reached America. The wind had died upon the ocean ' s breast. When like a silvery vein through the dark ore, A smooth, bright current gliding to the west. Bore our light bark to that enchant- ed shore. We were about to cross the placid tide When lo, an angel on our vision broke. Clothed in Avhite upon the further side; He stood majestic and thus sweetly spoke — ' Father, return, thy mission now is o ' er, ' God, who did bring thee here, now bids thee go, 240 THE REDWOOD Eetl rn in peace unto thy native shore, And tell the mighty secrets thou dost know. ' ' Nine hundred years after its writ- ing, this poem became the instrument which inspired Columbus on his daring project. It shows the great geograph- ical knowledge the Irish at this time possessed. They were aware of facts that astonished the world centuries after. Ireland, was beyond any question, the light of the world during the dark- est ages. The teachings of her son, St. Virgilius, who first discovered the ro- tundity of the earth, proclaimed that it was a sphere and declared the exist- ence of the antipodes, were all truths of which the world was in total ignor- ance up to then. Through Columba ' s poAverful pleading the bards were al- lowed to continue their work, and well it is said that Ireland and Scotland may be grateful to the founder of lona who saved the music which is now the brightest gem in the crown of both lands. The Anglo-Saxon became a lan- guage under the pen of an Irishman. The inspiration that meant the discov- ery of America, was brought about through Irish influence. Great theo- logical and astronomical achievements were explained to the world by the Irishman Dungal, the most distinguish- ed scholar in the court of Charle- mangne. The whole of Europe was snatched from death and placed in the glorious light of Christianity through Ireland ' s saints and Ireland ' s monas- teries. " The light that was in Ireland shone forth from her, as when the clouds part and allow the strong rays of the noon-day sun to flood the dark- ened world, filling it Avith light and joy and worship ; so the clouds of ignor- ance and Paganism parted; and forth from the pure, ardent light of Ire- land ' s Catholicity came the faith which illuminated and brightened and evan- gelized and saved all surrounding countries of Europe. " Indeed, Ireland has done more to christianize and ci- vilize the world than any other coun- try without exception. Alma Mviin WILLIAM MULDOON, ' 18 0F old sKe called witK Ker lips of song, SKe called witK Ker breatK of musk, From peaks wKere the sunligKt lingers long From the vale in tne purple dusk. SKe called o ' er tKe seas witK tKeir tides of tang. To Kearts in far-off climes, And tKej? came to tKe lure of tKe song sKe sang, Like tKe tribes to Ker mission cKimes. So like a motKer witK teeming breast SKe gatKerod Ker sons from afar, Her flaming lips to tKeir foreKeads pressed, Her eyes as a gleaming star. SKe filled tKeir souls witK ancient lore TKeir Kearts witK 37outK ' s sweet dream. And sKe sent tKem fortK like knigKts of old To follow tKe blood-red beam. 241 Long Shadows E. R. Harter, ' 18 OMETIMES .... " the voice choked — faltered — and the man on the white cot stirred ; — then again the singer ' s voice floated through the hospital window and seemed to hover in the air above the dead and dying — " Sometimes be- tAveen long shadows — " a low despair- ing moan — for the man had moved again — too suddenly as the burning pain from the wound told him — " Ah-h-h — , " he shut his lips and clenched his teeth upon the cry as he listened for the Voice. He groaned again as from the street below came the measured tread of the burying squad, else silent save for the slow roll of the muffled drums. ... As the squad passed, the doctor paused for a moment beside the bed and touched the wrist. . . . " Was it delirium, or had a glint of pity flashed across the surgeon ' s stern face? . . . The fevered lips framed the question — " What hope Doc? " — but his voice — Ah — the Voice, — " Sometimes between long sha- dows, " — again the bandaged figure stirred and groaned — " Long sha- dows! " — Seemed to him that life with- out shadows was a myth. The boy, saddened by his mother ' s death, had bent his shoulders beneath the stern, heart-broken father ' s will, and boy- hood days held but dark memories for him. Then as the single wedge between the clouds had come Dick. . . . Lads of the same age, they had met — shared each other ' s secrets — fought side by side — had become inseparable — he was musing aloud now in his delirium, nor did he see the nurse seat herself beside the bed or feel her cool hands upon his v rist and forehead — then grim typhoid had laid its hand upon Dick — stealthi- ly at first and Dick had chided the grave doctor and the man on the bed had been happy. . . Till one night the weeping brother came — Dick was calling for him — would he come? All that night he had held the hot hand and fanned the fevered face — listened to their boyhood pranks— sacred to his memory — prated in delirium — ; then as the first dull rays of the sun paint- ed the valley a sombre gray, — had turned, — sobbing and heart-broken from the lifeless form that had been his friend. . . . Soon then had come the war — the call for volunteers. His father, with love of Fatherland deep rooted, had answered the call, but the son had stood loyal to the land that gave him birth. . . . Yesterday the two forces 242 THE REDWOOD 243 had met. . . . Blindly the boy had plunged into the fighting mass — curs- ing — hacking — slaying — seeking to drown the bitterness of life. . . . The last charge — hand to hand they had fought the lone remaining regiment. . . . Then the white flag had risen from the shattered ranks — but the boy, charging in blind fury — wounded by a retreating soldier, — had closed upon him and they fought — they alone of the two opposing armies. As they fell the boy ' s hand struck a bayonet — a quick thrust — a groan — and he stood above the fallen foe — then — Ah God — he threw himself beside the corpse — his father That night he lay un- conscious. His body held his soul — his heart fighting his body as he longed to end it all — the mockery; and now — now — Ah — the Voice — " Sometimes be- tween life ' s shadows " — but too late — the last shade had closed — the soul had floated beyond the pale of long sha- dows. . . . But hark! — was there a note of gladness in the Voice — or was it an angel singing — " E ' en though it be a cross that raiseth me? " l|0tttag? E. L. NICHOLSON, ' 18 ING, wind of the West, (p) Tell of the leaden skies, Barter your tales with tKe East wind, TKat only tKe cliff defies. Boast of the Southern maidens. Mourn of tKe bloody fields, Carry your tales from tKe far West, TKe lore tKat tKe ranges yield. But soften your sullen roaring As tKe low waves lap tKe sKore, Gently Ker pale brow laurel, TKe widow of tKe war. Sing, wind of tKe West, Tell of tKe leaden skies, Barter your tales witK tKe East wind TKat only tKe cliff defies. Sometimes weep As you sweep WKere sKe lies. 244 He Laughs Best Who Laughs Last Rudie S. Scholz, ' 18 HERE are many pro- fessions in this world, some of which are al- most worshiped, some of which are held in high esteem and many that are regarded with indifference. But there is one profession which all view with contempt, a trade in which the plyer cannot expect any sympathy, no matter how much he is swindled, basely used or defrauded. He is known as an extortioner and an enemy of man- kind, surviving by the law of the un- fit, living on the very life blood of widows, orphans, and people reduced by poverty. He advances money on small articles of value— one-fifth, one- tenth, one-twentieth of the value — and the article itself he holds as a security. In other words, he is a pawn-broker. Mr. Otto Bergstein was a dark young pawn-broker of assured manner and a budding mustache. His only fault, as far as we know, was his con- suming ambition. He was not content to make eighty per cent profit on every article pledged, but needs must try by divers ways to accumulate a profit hovering around the ninety and ninety- five per cent mark. He kept a large, but obscure pawnshop in an unfash- ionable part of the city. Only those who were in the direst need came to him — for his ambition was well known — but this only enabled him to come closer to the hundred per cent mark. One morning when the heavens were weeping copiously, there came to his shop an old German, with a dark, shab- by hat and a long thread-bare overcoat that enveloped him from neck to an- kles. His face, unless the signs were misleading, gave evidence of grief and poverty. Under his arm, carefully wrapped, he carried a parcel. He rather dragged than walked in, as one to whom life means nothing. When the experienced eye of Bergstein saw this human derelict he immediately saw visions of 96 or 98 per cent profit. The old man unwrapped his parcel and exposed to view an old violin. " You buy dot? " he said listlessly. Mr. Bergstein looked at it, rapped it and turned it over several times. He decided it was a fairly good one, but he shook his head disapprovingly. " It is no good — can ' t use it, " he said, eyeing the old German sharply, to find out the effects of his strategy. " Es ist gut, mein vater ' s violin, " answered the German without emotion. Mr. Bergstein glanced disdainfully at the violin. " It ' s no good, " he grunted. 245 246 THE REDWOOD " Gut violin, mein vater ' s, you gif me forty dollars? " asked the old Ger- man slowly. Mr. Bergstein gave a snort of eon- tempt and turned liis back on his cus- tomer. Finally he turned around. " You are crazy. Forty dollars ! Take it away. " " Vot you gif me? " asked the old German lifelessly. " I don ' t know how I can use it, but I will loan you two dollars on it, " re- plied Mr. Bergstein. The old German was silent for a mo- ment, then he held out his hand. Mr. Bergstein picked up the violin and ex- amined it minutely. " There is a crack in it, " he an- nounced. " Nein, " contradicted the German, " es ist ein scratch. " " It makes it look bad, I must take off fifty cents for that. " " Gif me it, " said the German dully. Mr. Bergstein cautiously got out the money and a receipt or ticket, and took the old man ' s address. After the old German had sluggishly withdrawn, Mr. Bergstein rubbed his hands together in glee and chuckled to himself. Then he hung the violin on the wall. An hour later another German call- ed, one altogether different than the former. This last caller was well dressed and across his rotund stomach was a thick gold chain — the emblem of prosperity. He was looking for a good target pistol. Mr. Bergstein obligingly got out his stock, but the German, seeming not to care for anything he had, glanced about at the various articles with which the shop was stored. Suddenly his eyes took on a strange look and his mouth opened wide. He turned to Mr. Berg- stein eagerly. " Now, what have you there? " he said, pointing to the violin. " Could I see it a moment? " " Yes, sir, " answered Mr. Bergstein. " But it is not for sale. " The German received the violin eag- erly and fondled it as if it Avere a long lost friend. Mr. Bergstein took this all in. " It is a grand violin, " he said, " very old and very valuable. " " You say it is not for sale? " asked the German. " No it is only pledged. " " I believe — I believe if it was for sale I vould buy it. " Mr. Bergstein ' s hands went deeper into his pockets. He thought for a moment. " Very valuable, very, " he said. " M ' fren ' , " he added, " what — how much — how much would you give for it ? " " Ah! " said the German, " you have the address, perhaps, of the owner. Maybe he would sell. " He rose excit- edly to his feet, gladness seemed to per- meate his whole being. Mr. Bergstein raised a finger. " I will get the violin, but how much will you give? " " I don ' t know, " said the German, as if it was of not much importance. " What do you say — a hundred dol- lars. " " M ' fren ' , evidently you don ' t know THE REDWOOD 247 this violin. You would be surprised to know how much I loaned on it, but if you give me — " hesitatingly — " one hundred and twenty-five, I will get it for you. ' ' " Very well, " said the German in a tone which made Mr. Bergstein regret he hadn ' t asked for more. " When can I get it? " Mr. Bergstein consulted his watch. " You pay me 5 dollars down to guar- antee and I will get it for you this afternoon. " Without a v ord the German handed over a bill and took his departure. Mr. Bergstein sank into a chair and allow- ed himself a few moments to gloat on the transaction which was about to take place. " What a nice percentage, " he murmured to himself. At noon Mr. Bergstein locked up his shop and betook himself to the address given him by the old German. He found it in a dirty squalid tenement on the top floor. He knocked sharply on the door. " Come in, " said a torpid voice, and entering the room the only furniture of which consisted of a broken-down bed, he found the old German in a de- spondent attitude, with his head buried in his arms. He was smoking a very good cigar, but this Mr. Bergstein did not notice, or, if he did, he probably attributed it to the dollar and a half. " I come here to see you about that old fiddle, " began Mr. Bergstein. " You vant to buy dot? " asked the German. " Well, I have been thinking some- thing like that, ' ' cautiously replied Mr. Bergstein. " Mein vater ' s violin. I take eighty dollars for it. " Mr. Bergstein ' s head whirled around, his face grew pale, as he stared in consternation at the old German. Eighty dollars — eigh-ty-doll-ars. Was he hearing right? If he bought it for eighty dollars where would that nice percentage go? His senses gradually returned and with a rush of anger, " You are crazy, " he shouted wildly, ' ' eighty dollars for an old broken down fiddle. You — you — , " but words failed him, and he could only stand there gasping like a fish out of water. Gradually his customary calm re- turned, and he said, " See here, what you ask is preposterous, . but because I kinda like that fiddle I will give you — magnanimously — twenty-five dol- dollars. ' ' " Nein, eighty dollars, " said the Ger- man, unmoved by this generosity. Mr. Bergstein stood aghast. It was true, the German wanted eighty dol- lars. He became enraged once more. He gesticulated wildly. He paced back and forth, breathing hard. He stopped and glanced at the old man. The Ger- man looked as unconcerned as ever, smoking steadily. " What do you say? " asked Mr. Bergstein. " Eighty dollars, " again stated the German sadly. Mr. Bergstein looked as if he thought 248 THE REDWOOD the old German ' s mind was a complete wreck. " No, " he cried in disgust at the very thought of paying out so much money, ' ' but I will tell you what I will do. (He laid a finger impressively on the old man ' s shoulder) — I will give you — I will give you — (he groaned as he thought of how cheap he expected to purchase the violin) — I will give you forty dollars. " " Eighty dollars, " calmly stated the old man, blowing a cloud of smoke. Mr. Bergstein nearly collapsed. Eighteous rage filled his bosom. Who was this old robber on the verge of starvation who dared ask for a larger sum than he was willing to give. He gulped as he thought again of the eighty dollars. At last, with a sigh, as if his heart Avas broken, he drew forth his wallet and slowly counted out seventy-eight dollars and fifty cents. Handing it to the old man he got out a receipt and bade the German sign it. This he carefully deposited in his wal- let. At the door he turned around and in a burst of eloquence, described the old German as a robber, a thief, the living sin of usury, and many other flattering things. But the old man merely reached for his hat as if he was going out too. Downstairs, he smiled sadly at a well- dressed German aeross whose rotund stomach was a thick gold chain. As for Mr. Otto Bergstein, who runs a large pawnshop in an unfashionable part of the city; he has an old violin on his hands which he is willing to part with at a sum far below what he paid for it. ®I|0 l ap r J. CHARLES MURPHY, ' 18 SHE sunset ' s furnace was burning gold, And tKe murmuring musical river rolled T To tKe sea, heeding not in its busy care, A maid, like a wild rose, dreaming tKere. A lean old man on wKose wrinkled face. Hastening age bad left its trace, Reviewing tbe task witb a weary eye. Was wbetting bis scytbe in a field bard by. And I saw tbe time wben cutting slow. In tbe field wbere fairer blossoms grow, Anotber reaper would rutbless fell, Tbis fragile flower tbat bad bloomed full well. 249 Rev. Anthony Cichi, S. J. At 2:15 o ' clock on the morning of January 4th, the oldest and most ven- erable member of the University of Santa Clara peacefully passed to his eternal reward. Had this dear Father, the Rev. An- thony Cichi, S. J., lived thirteen days longer, he would have attained the ex- ceptional age of 92 years, for he was born in Savoi, Sadeyna, on January 17th, 1824. He entered the Jesuit Order in his 19th year and made his advanced stu- dies for the priesthood at Naples, where he was ordained. At the time of the unjust expulsion of the Jesuits from Italy, Father Cichi came to America and was stationed for a year at Georgetown University. In 1860 he arrived in California and was appointed to the young Santa Clara College. Here, for 46 uninterrupted years, he occupied the chair of Chemistry. Dur- ing this long period he was instru- mental in educating thousands of the alumni of Santa Clara, very many of whom have since become prominent in every walk of life. All of these lay at the bier of Father Cichi their heartfelt tribute of love and gratitude. The genius, simplicity devotion to duty of their old professor of Chemistry, have made an impression upon their minds and hearts which time will never deface. Father Cichi was a man of original research and no field bordering on the science of chemistry was left unexplor- ed by him. Gifted naturally with a brilliant, vigorous intellect, he applied himself with an earnestness, determi- nation and perseverance which caused admiration in all who knew him. He became an authority on geology and paheontology and the rare collection he made from all parts of the world is a monument to his energy and enthusi- astic study. His fame as a scientist spread all over the country and even to Europe, so that his laboratory be- came a Mecca at which students and professors sought instruction and ad- vise. Most of the original assays of the great gold and silver mines of Califor- nia and Nevada were made by him, and it may be safely said that scarcely did any of the early and successful min- ing engineers do any extensive work without first submitting their ore spe- cimens to Father Cichi for his always careful and accurate assay. Notwithstanding the arduous and rigid study which he devoted to stern- er sciences, this genial, progressive 250 THE REDWOOD 251 Father found time to manifest deep in- terest in the welfare and healthy recre- ation of the youngest student or scho- lastic and to the growth of better food and sanitary conditions of the coun- try. He ardently loved California, and was wont to say that California pos- sesses all that is best in the most fa- vored European countries. " Its possi- bilities, " he would declare, " are lim- itless. ' ' The beautiful country home of the Faculty of Santa Clara, known as " The Fathers ' Villa " , on Stevens Creek overlooking the celebrated Santa Clara Valley, owes its origin and fame to Father Cichi, and this alone is apt to keep his memory enshrined in present and future members of Santa Clara. In 1906 advancing old age forced him reluctantly to retire from active du- ties, but he continued as " professor emeritus " to manifest his lively inter- est in college work. Up to the last his fine faculties re- mained as bright as in his young man- hood. His strong mind was conscious and keen till the end. The demise of Father Cichi is a dis- tinct loss, not only to the University, but to all of California, the State he loved so well. He was one of God ' s noblemen and his noble life he spent wholly, freely for the good of his fel- low-men, rejoicing when he could add his mite to their true happiness, either spiritually or materially. R. I. P. 3«nt|i r0 nvn T. T. BRICCA, ' 18 lig ENIT " softly came the whisper From tKe walls of Monterey, " Vidit " called tKe mountain echoes. From Dolores by tKe bay. " Vicit " sang tKe Mission belfry, From Sonoma ' s virgin sod, CKimes along wKose far-flung message, TKrilled tKe wondrous praise of God. PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER EXCHANGES ALUMNI - - - - UNIVERSITY NOTES - ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER F BUCKLEY McGURRIN G. M. DESMOND C. K. CANELO JORDAN L. MARTINELLI J. C. MURPHY G. A. NICHOLSON EDWARD L. NICHOLSON LOUIS T. MILBURN R. V . KEARNY A. T. LEONARD C. D. SOUTH EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 00 a year; single copies 15 cents EDITORIAL Sophomore Number We understand that hard cider was invent- ed, or discovered, what- ever it is, in the month of February. Thus the season has already been made worthy of more than its fair share of note. And noAV, with this February issue of " The Eedwood " , it receives, gratis, a new claim to distinction. In other words, we have here, ladies and gentlemen, the Sophomore Number of " The Eedwood " . The Sophomore class — that unrivalled galaxy of beauty and of brains — has long been convulsed by those symptoms that generally result in a literary outburst. Its Byrons and Emersons and Shelleys and 0. Henrys have for some time been wearing that 252 THE REDWOOD 253 fevered-eye-and-ruffled-hair maimer that can mean but one of two things ; scarcity of tobacco, or Remingtonitis. And since we know that the Sopho- mores — having been here long enough to establish credit — are seldom without the " necessaries " , we were lead to de- termine on the last named affliction. So, being ever ready to do our duty by society, we surrendered to them this sturdy child of our afflictions to do with, for one month, as they wist. And under the able skipperage of good Father " White, an equally brilliant lum- inary on the ball field or in the edi- torial sanctum, they wist in a man- ner that deserves all kinds of credit, and congratulations, and thanks. In short, they wisted as you see this book this month ; all of it their witing ex- cept the Departments. The Depart- ments have been retained by the mem- bers of the regular Staff, because to write for a Department you must first achieve a resignation of spirit and a de- jectness of soul that comes, like erib- bage, only after long practice. So you don ' t have to read the De- partments unless you wish. Wherever else you may browse, you will encoun- ter the work of our esteemed friends, the Sophomores. Long may they wave ! About Pre paredness If it were possible to arrange the sentiment that is making itself felt all over the country into one of those composite photographs that shoAV us the Typical American Millionaire, or Summer Girl, or Ice Man or some- thing, we would look upon the khaki- clad figure of a determined looking Man with a determined looking Gun, which Man and Gun would represent Preparedness. The policy that the United States has so diligently pursued — that of hav- ing a standing army that can be trans- ferred from one G. A. R. convention to another in a single fleet of jitney busses — seems doomed to mount the same junk-pile that received the idea of gra- tuitously bestowing upon foreign pow- ers the control of the Panama Canal. It must be understood that the pass- ing of an old and cherished idea is not by any means the fault of the idea it- self. The theory was alright in its day. Its day, if we are not mistak- en, was that of the wooden man-of-war which was almost as large as the ten- der of a modern battle cruiser. It was when America and Australia were re- garded as savage Avastes not to be men- tioned in polite society, and were to be considered as on a par with Saturn in point of geographical proximity to any civilized land. On this side of the At- lantic was held, and rightly. Old Nep- tune ' s allegiance sufficiently potent to discourage any attempt at invasion. America ' s isolation was then the only protection she needed. So you see that in adopting the policy of which we are speaking, our first legislators Avere well on the sunny side of Reason Street, and comfortably on the credit side of the national ledger. But times insist on changing, it 254 THE REDWOOD seems, and as tempus fugit, so must the policies of other days. Today an in- vasion of America is not the bizarre and mirth-provoking fancy of only a few years ago. The present war has done a lot of things tending toward the adoption of new points of view. One of these things was to show that a lit- tle matter of two thousand miles of bounding billows is not by any manner of means a serious obstacle to a fleet of submarines. Now that transports are built like the ocean greyhounds that lie either at their docks or in the ooze of the ocean ' s bed, a trans-Atlan- tic trip is little more of an undertaking than is a week-end jaunt to some espe- cially attractive golf course. Our cracker-box strategists would have an invading fleet destroyed in schedule time by our own invincible navy — half of which would be endea- voring to dodge the longer-range guns with which Germany and England and Japan have equipped their fleets, while the other half is landing its men armed with pick-axes in an attempt to clear a passage through the Panama Canal. But far be it from us to decry a the- ory that has been the pet of our glori- ous country for years and years and years, so to speak. Still, while we great- ly dislike to voice a sentiment which, if crystalized and put into execution, would take the money which the Ur- bane Senator had intended for a new half-million dollar library — complete- ly equipped with the Congressional Record and a twenty-year-old file of Harper ' s Magazine — at Piquo Corners, with the needful for many more similarly munificent and useful works, we must admit that the Amer- ican people are showing a most unap- preciative disrespect for the mouldy theory of unpreparedness and trust in the Militia (wherever that doughty fighting machine may be secreted). In its place it seems to be rather a per- sistent desire to see the Man in Kkahi of whom we spoke in our first para- graph, with his determined-looking face and his determined-looking gun confronting the perils that menace our lovely land. Of course it is under- stood that the American people do not wish to become embroiled, but if neces- sity demands, they will no doubt be willing convincingly to demonstrate that it really was their own great- great-grandfathers who — Avith consid- erable effect — hauled out the old squir- rel rifles at Lexington. In other words, that same American People is beginning to realize that the slogan " Safety First " need not be ap- plied exclusively to the Proper Way to Alight from a Street Car. They seem about to demand that their lives and properties be protected, even if the securing of such protection necessitates the abandonment of the munificent plan to deepen the creek near Barks- ville, Iowa. This question of pre- paredness is a most at- tractive theme, and we certainly enjoyed writing the above Another Asset THE REDWOOD 255 article. Of course it would have been much more enjoyable if we had been the first to write of it, instead of mere- ly following the already stale trail of every occupant of a Sanctum from New York to Chico. Still, we must bear in mind that poor old Galileo groaned up the stairs of his tower sev- en hundred — or was it seven thousand? — times before he concluded that there was really something about the earth that attracted the little stone, and that the farther it fell the harder it lit — conclusions that need not be applied exclusively to Physics. And so it is with those who read Editorials. Please do not think us ungracious, but it seems a fact that Editorial Readers will con- tinue to ignore an issue even after it has been shouted from the house tops until the cows return. This matter of National Preparedness is really a vital issue, and we have touched on it only in the hope that our little effort may prove for someone the seven hun- dredth or thousandth trip up the stairs. This matter, then, is really a grave and pressing affair. As we are obliged to admit, the necessity for such pre- paredness has already been admirably emphasized by the American Press, which pleads most eloquently for ships and guns and for soldiers who can dig trenches and last through a regular campaign. There is another great de- mand — and one which has not been so noticeably emphasized by the Press, and which really comes more under our province as a college magazine. We refer to the more pressing need that the times create for college men — men of thorough, well-founded training, of high ideals ; who are trained to think with clearness and exactness; to judge with introspection and nicety; and to act with vigor and the confidence that comes with knowledge. More than ever before the educated man bears a responsibility. He has ever owed a duty to society, for society has given to him, rather than to an- other, an opportunity of developing gifts which both may possess in equal amounts. What he is able to accom- plish by means of these gifts, thus de- veloped, belongs, in a measure, to soci- ety. The educated man is set aside from his fellows in a manner that all recognize and that none attempt to ignore ; by his education he is invest- ed in a sort of priesthood. Society has educated him, and made him one of its most valuable assets, and looks to him for returns as from any other invest- ment. That men must be educated is an economic necessity, for uneducated men may not solve the exigencies of national destiny. We in college have been fortunate enough to have the vestments of this priesthood within our reach. It is for us, therefore, to adopt as our own this motto of preparedness, that we may be equipped against the time when we shall be called upon to do our duty by society, and to do it in a fashion that will reflect glory upon the society that has educated i;s, upon the Alma Mater that nursed us to intellectual virility, and upon Almighty God, who will hold us accountable for the use of the mind with which He has entrusted us. This is leap year. Consequently we have resolved to be very cautious about approaching Exchanges of the gentler sex. That ' s resolution number one. You will admit, of course, that it will require about all the skill a man pos- sesses to keep it and you will wonder perhaps Avhen we say we have made still another resolution. " Well, this sec- ond one was thrust upon us. We were reading a newspaper. Now most news- papers look for cents. But this news- paper looked for sense as well. It must have searched long and hard to find such a succinct little bundle of wisdom as this from Newman. " It is the fault of all of us, until we have duly practised our minds, to be unreal in our sentiments and crude in our judgements and to be carried away by fancies, instead of being at the trouble of acquiring sound knowl- edge. " We read that once. Then we re- peated the operation. Next we read it upside down and backward. Now we applied it internally. It was not out of place. We then applied it to critical v riting. It suited exactly! So the great Cardinal has pointed out one of our faults and our resolution is to remedy that failing during the New Year. The Journal To criticize the Journal is indeed a difficult task. It seems almost above criticism. All the integral parts that we look for in a model college monthly are present in just the right proportion. The poetry and prose in this issue are worthy of close atten- tion. The poems are three in number. We liked best " Thanksgiving. " But " Dream Castles " and " Will-o ' -Wisp " are each written in meter well suited to the treatment accorded the theme. The first two are notable for the lesson they teach while " Will-o ' -the-Wisp " is an ethereal production relying for favor upon its lively spirit daintily ex- pressed fancies. Among the prose contents we read first the expressions of Alumni upon the death of Rev. John A. Conway. All the appreciations of his life ring true. Noble and strong indeed must have been the man who evoked such sincere and loving commendation. 256 THE REDWOOD 257 " The Sermon Preached at the Mass of the Holy Ghost " we hardly feel qualified to judge. It indicates clearly the path a student must follow to ful- fill the end for which he was created. " Stoves — A Dissertation and an Epi- sode " is rather lengthy and yet seems too short— which indeed is saying a great deal. It is interspersed with hu- mor — the real kind — but might we softly protest that the episode is quite improbable, especially as the three would-be cooks, are presumably col- lege students. For short stories we have " The Cob- bler " and " Bertrand of the Savour- euse " . They resemble each other in that they both employ that ingenious device of the story-teller ' s art whereby the principal actor in the event por- trayed tells the tale, while his identity remains hidden until the end. As re- gards the method of treatment they are in direct opposition. The shorter, " The Cobbler " , is made up almost en- tirely of conversation and reminds one of the startling, gruesome tales of Poe. In the second tale more attention is paid to the description of the setting. In short, it might be said that " The Cobbler " is suggestive and condensed, while " Bertrand of the Savoureuse " is simple and direct in its appeal. It is interesting to note the effects produced by the two contrasted methods. The first leaves the more striking impres- sion, while the second throughout its length, touches the heart-strings. " Student Interviews with the Best Informed " brings up a question of great national importance. It takes us into Mr. Barrett ' s pi ' ivate office and puts us at once on intimate terms with this " man with all the characteristics of a varsity fullback — and the polite, scholastic air of the college president. ' ' We delve straight into the heart of the Pan-American situation. When we have finished readiiig the inter view we feel that we have learned something definite and authoritative concerning our relations with our sister Republics of the South. This is the most instruc- tive article in an issue of high literary merit. Purple and Gray Our sturdy visitor hails from a military college and maintains a martial beai " ing. With such frivolities, as short-stories and poems he has little patience. " National defense, " he de- clares, " is more pertinent, Sir. " Only once does he forget himself so far as to shape his sentiments in poetical form. The effort, although lofty in motive, is rather trite. But when the gentleman touches on his favorite sub- ject he becomes instructive and even interesting. " The Patriot Traitor " gives a brief account of the life of Ben- edict Arnold and, while explaining that he was goaded on to perform his act of treachery by excruciating cir- cumstances, warns us to " neither ex- cuse nor extenuate his guilt, but rather suffer his name to be enshrouded in ev- erlasting infamy. " " The Patriot Trait- or " is well- written. 258 THE REDWOOD There are two other articles, " Reli- gion and Education " and " The Devel- opment of Municipal Government in the United States. " They both treat of topics vsdaich are of vital interest to every American citizen. The military man ' s love of order is evident in both. In the first the points are well brought out and the arguments are strength- ened by a clear development. The sec- ond is rather long and is inclined to be technical. But it gives a deal of use- ful information concerning the subject under discussion. A reading of this essay leaves the impression of careful preparation. But military life should offer a splendid field for short stories and we imagine it should also lend itself read- ily to poetry. The Exposition number " of " The Ignatian " iis Ignatian compact and interest- ing. All the articles except ' ' The Puri- fication of Drinking Water " deal eith- er directly or indirectly with the great World ' s Pair. The exception takes the form of a didaetic treatise and the au- thor tends strictly to business. It treats well the subject in hand and brings in several interesting examples. The dominant note of " The Igna- tian " is order. It appears not to have been attained through the associations and ideals of military life as in " The Purple and Gold " , but through the study and intimate knowledge of the old Latin masters. We start out with " The Palace of Education and Social Economy " and before we know it the end is reached. The descriptions leave a distinct impression. " The W ar and the Exposition " comes next. It fol- lows a definite plan and the involved sentences flow along in true Ciceronian style. Then comes " A Chemist ' s Chron- icle " giving a brief and terse account of a systematic inspection of the Pal- ace of Mines. The short story " An Oriental Mys- tery " , has one strong point in its fa- vor. It holds the interest. But the riv- alry between the detectives, which forms the basis of the plot, seems af- fected and not properly elaborated. If this point had been handled with more care the story would have been much improved. " A Glimpse of San Francisco Bay " is a description which shows talent on the part of the author. Of the poetry we liked best " From Dawn to Dawn. " The beautiful de- scriptions expressed in a meter suited to the theme leave a vivid impression. But all the verse we must say is of exceptional quality. " The Gem That Was " and " When Nature Speaks " deserve special praise. " Where Man Is King " is more pretentious and with trenchant pen the author sketches a few of the exhibits at the Great Fair. The choice of words is very happy and makes the poem a powerful exposition. " The Jewel Tower " and " College Memories " are alike in that they are both sparkling, the first with gems, the second with wit. The latter is THE REDWOOD 259 reminiscent of the old days and recalls many names not unfamiliar here. We particularly felicitate our friend Mr. Fred MacDonald on the neatness of the magazine ' s new make-up. As a whole " The Ignatian " leaves a most favorable impression. We are forced to break Academia our first New Year ' s resolution. Miss Aca- demia is irresistible. Glancing through the neatly printed pages we note a plentitude of reading matter which at once arouses our interest. However, in our humble opinion — whether right or wrong — the articles are, as a rule, too brief. We do not altogether approve of the idea of publishing half a dozen or so compositions or short essays on the same subject. Perhaps that sub- ject is more thoroughly explored by this method, but it would seem that one compact, well-written essay on a given topic should suffice. ' ' The Invocation of the Muse in Four of Our Epics " is interestingly written, and the compositions on Columbus, Sohrab and Eustum and Jeanne D ' Are are as a whole, well worth the reading. In the Music Department we find " The Queen of Music " , which we liked very much. It gives a brief account of the life and fame of St. Cecilia. " The Knight of the Silver Star " is the best poem in the " Academia " . More verse of this high class is, we think, one of the needs of the quar- terly. " Notes on Vittorino ' s Methods " and " The First Modern Schoolmaster " , we found to be interesting and instructive. Likewise instructive and interesting is the cut of the first " Staff " . But finding that no likeness of the present Staff — the Staff which has produced such a creditable magazine — appears, we await patiently the next number of the " Academia. " We gratefuly acknowledge receipt of the following Exchanges: " The Fleur De Lis " , " The Comet " , " The Creighton Chronicle " , " The Creighton Courier " , " The Vassar Mis- cellany Monthly " , " The Exponent " , " The Columbiad " , " The Leader " ' " The Ave Maria " , " The Mt. Angel Magazine " , " The Nassau Lit. " , " The Xavier Athenaeum " , " The William and Mary Literary Magazine " , " The Tattler " , " The Viatorian " , " The Morning Star " , " The De Pa ul Miner- val " , " The Santa Clara Journal " , " America " , " The Student Weekly " , " The Banks Herald " , " The Fordham Monthly " , " The Pacific Star " , " The Canisius Monthly " , " The Notre Dame Quarterly " , " The Sequoia " , " The Oc- cident " , " The S. J. High Herald " , " The Willamette Collegian " , " The Scribbler " , " The Student Life " , " The Notre Dame Scholastic " , " The Build- ing and Industrial News " , " The Niaga- ra Rainbow " , " The Anselmian " , " The Laurel " , " The Loyola University Mag- azine " , " The Xaverian " , " The Gon- zaga " , " The D ' Youville Magazine " , " The Nation " , " The Solanian " , " The Profile " , " The L-W-L-Life " , " The 260 THE REDWOOD Campion " , " The Mills College Maga- zine " , " The Texas Magazine " , " Saint Peter ' s College Journal " , " The Holy Cross Purple " , " The Collegian " , " The Iconoclast " , " The Young Eagle " , " The University of Virginia Maga- zine " , " The University of Tennessee Magazine " , " The Martian " , " St. Jos- eph Lilies " , " The Columbia " , " The Mountaineer " , " The Dial " , " The Em- ory Phoenix " . BOOK REVIEW. " We found the reading of " The Se- cret Bequest " to be a pleasant task. The popular author. Christian Reid, has written an interesting and whole- some story. The plot is well developed and the true delineation of character helps to make this new book one of the best that Mr. Eeid has produced. 333 pp. $1.25.— The Ave Maria, Notre Dame, Indiana. AS OTHERS SEE US. The Xaverian — St. Francis Xavier ' s College, Antigonish, Nova Scotia: " Our first visitor hails from far away California. Needless to say the ' Redwood ' is always welcome. This, the first issue of the year, easily main- tains the high standard of other years. " We are sorry to see that it has the painful duty of chronicling the death of Bishop Conaty. It is only a very few years since our own lamented bishop was called to his reward, and thus we can more truly sympathize with them. " The article entitled ' Are the Dark Ages Justly So Called? ' is v ell written and shows a good grasp of the subject. " The cuts are fine, but few in num- ber. The many poems add a charm to the magazine, the best in our opinion is ' An Autumn Thought. ' " The stories are fair. ' His Mother ' s Sacrifice ' however, is somewhat child- ish and very improbable. " On the whole the ' Redwood ' is well written and nicely balanced and is to be congratulated on this its first appearance. " The Springhillian — Springhill Col- lege, Springhill, Alabama. " The Redwood from Santa Clara, is representative of the ' Golden State. ' In view of its excellence we place it first in the list of our exchanges. It speaks for itself and needs no harsher criticism than to say that it is the best of our exchanges. ' A Mistaken Voca- tion ' and ' His Mother ' s Sacrifice ' are especially meritorious and well above the ordinary run of colege productions of short stories. ' Are the Dark Ages Justly So-Called 1 ' while rather exhaus- tive, would be interesting food for a mind in quest of historical facts not found in every history. It is a fine vindication of ' The Middle Ages ' and could be profitably used in refutation of the charges trumped up by twenti- eth century bigots. The poetry is rather fair. The editorials. University and Athletic Notes are well handled. " Mnin rsitg Nnus } hr j j !_JU ll- : " - : S Back on the Job Here we are again after the Christmas Holi- days. There are many new faces amongst us, and, sadly we note, some old figures are missing, some that we had learned to place in the familiar scenes aboiit the campus. But good or bad, sad or sorrowful, we, the inhabitants of this vale of tears must ever show our stoicism, and we draw from the " Sunspot " , that, in spite of those present and missing and the vale of tears, etc., the universe seems to be still traveling at the I ' ate of 365 days per annum, except this, the latest achievement of Father Time, Leap Year. The studies are hard but the fel- lows felt, with the coming of the neAV year, a new vigor, and from present in- dications most of them bid fair to en- joy the extra day that the year allows. In the Indoor Rally J, D. S, which was held in the Theater the eve of the Varsity- Y. M. C. A. Basketball game, the Junior Dramatic Society staged an original one-act skit, written expressly for the occasion conjointly by two of it ' s members, Elisha Dana and Francis Doud. The title of the skit was " When the Cat ' s Away. " And it proved a howling success. The plot centered about a deluded uncle who was " father, mother, broth- er and sister " to a dear little angel, as he thought, of a nephew. He present- ed himself before the Head Master of Wilberforee School, desiring admission for the " dear child " . He succeeds, but the little angel was such only in the presence of his uncle; as his compani- ons soon discovered. The situations were most humorous. The characters yere : Francis Con- neally, savant; Arthur Devlin, the uncle ; Harold Semerau, 250 lb. nephew ; Tirey Ford, student ; Bryan Byrne, stu- dent; Richard Eisert, servant. The J. D. S. contemplates a more ambitious drama for the latter part of March, or the early part of April. It is to be a comedy, and is entitled " All the Comforts of Home, " a really re- markable comedy drama. The officers of the new semester are : Francis Doud, vice president; Kevin Casey, secretary ; Arthur Devlin, treas- urer; Louis Bergna, sergeant-at-arms ; Elisha Dana, corresponding secretary. 261 262 THE REDWOOD Great monarchies are Mountain . deeay-massive deals League through- emperors have lived, grown mighty, — and died— but,— standing proudly above the graves of fallen emperors, amongst the ruins of decayed monarch- ies—behold !— the Mountain League. Studich with lordly mien and eroAvn- ed with a leaky milk-pail has stepped out into the diamond and in an awed voice announced that President Fr. Ward, S. J., second only to Caruso in warbling (and we all know Caruso can ' t play baseball), would throw the first ball. Forgetful indeed was Stud- ich that he did not speak of the scene that was to come as Mr. V. V. " White, S. J., first baseman of the Cappas met it with a peculiar swinging motion of the bat and a very audible crash, which two results added, so to speak, caused a circulation of the bases oft- times, called a home-run. That was the beginning, and, as the present weather might suggest, the end, at least for some time. Long may the Mountain League live, and, availed of the Fountain of Health, like Cupid Sommerau, prosper! At the first meeting of banctuary semester the Meeting election of officers was immediately proceeded to with the re- sult that most of the old officers were most unanimously re-elected. Michael Leonard, Nicholas Martin, Joseph Aur- recoechea, Herman Dieringer, were re- spectively re-elected Prefect, Secreta- ry, Censor, Sacristan. George Nichol- son was made Treasurer and Thomas Conneally, Vestry Prefect. As there were some vacancies after the new j ear in the Sanctuary Society, more commonly known as " The Frat " , the fortunate ones to fill these gaps were William Camion, Elisha Dana, Francis Doud, Tirey Ford, Benjamin Williams. J . At last the Junior So- o J ,., dality has new ribbons. Sodality , • " , . They surely needed them sorely. The new officers are ; Benjamin Williams, Prefect; Francis Doud and Francis Conneally, Assist- ants ; Ygnacio Forster, Secretary ; Carl- ton Moore, Treasurer; Kevin Casey, Tirey Ford and Herman Dieringer, Consultors ; Richard Eisert, Censor ; Jack Haley and Joseph L. Dyer, Vestry Prefects. The young ' uns are storing away their nickels in anticipation of their picnic, which is due along the latter part of March. They look back at last year ' s as being the very best ever; and say they, this year ' s outing is to be all of that plus a great deal more. _j , The first meeting of the _, ,„ . , . House of Philhistorians Philhistonans . ,, i„.„ lor the year 1916 was held Tuesday evening, January 18. The regular meeting was dispensed with, as, on account of the holidays, THE REDWOOD 263 little time was available for prepara- tion. This seemed very strange too, with all America centered on the one thought, ' ' Preparedness ' ' . The officers of the first semester were re-instated with the exception of the Librarian, to which office William Muldoon was elected by a vast major- ity. According to a ruling of the Con- stitution, a Ways and Means Commit- tee and also a Committee on the Con- stitution was appointed. Ways and Means Committee : E. L. Nicholson, chairman; L. Sheehan, E. Canelo. Constitution Committee : J. Morris, chairman; C. Coyle, W. Muldoon. , A gloom has been cast Coach 1 TT • - s ,;., , over the University of Yborrando a n v t Santa Clara. You of course will inquire — what the cause? Well in a nutshell — their idol has gone. Tommy Yborrando, without question or argument the most poular man who has ever worn the red and white of the local institution, has severed his con- nection with the mission college after ten years of identification Avith the same. " Tommy " , the idol of the campus, the idol of the faculty, the idol of the town in general and the idol of the sporting world. For years his name has graced every athletic event of im- portance. He first won prominence way back some eight years ago. It was in Berkeley on the California gridiron. St. Mary ' s College and the Santa Clara College were battling through a game of rugby. The score stood 3-3 with about ten minutes to play of the last half. Enthusiasm had reached its heighth and the bleachers were a wild excited mass of humanity. From out of the fast approaching dusk. Tommy grabbed the ball and from the 50-yard line kicked a field goal for Santa Clara. He was the hero and has carried the honor from that day to this. To Tommy has fallen the responsi- bility of many a contest. He was the one man, not now and then, but always to be depended upon. It was a com- mon suggestion in a rugby contest when a young player was a bit bewil- dered as to his play — pass to Tommy. He has won many an honor for his college and in after years when ath- letes of today will have been forgotten, Tommy will still remain the idol of former days and former contests, and should he at any time return to the school of his younger days, that same hearty welcome of the today will be accorded him by all — faculty, students, townspeople, alike. Called to Rest On Friday morning the class of the Fourth Year High and the many friends about the campus of John Geoghegan were deeply grieved to learn of the death of Joseph Geoghe- gan, John ' s father. Hundreds of Salt Lakes most prominent citizens, as well as scores of others in ordinary walks 264 THE REDWOOD of life who had felt the sunshine of his genial disposition were also deeply shocked to hear of his death in Los Angeles, on the 28th of January. For many years Mr. Geoghegan had been a prominent and important figure in the business and social life of Salt Lake. As president of the Geoghegan Brokerage Company, he was sales agent for all the sugar companies in that section of the country, handling a tremendous volume of business with splendid ability. Officers of the cor- porations with which he so long had been prominently identified were una- ble to find fitting terms in which to express the admiration of his character, his business acumen and above all his lovableness as a man. He was a power in a business, they said, and just as powerful in settling disputes. In every concern with which he was connected his word was weighed carefully and there were many others than his busi- ness asscoiates who frequently sought his counsel. Mr. Geoghegan was a splendid and staunch Catholic and a kind and loving father. His intimates knew him better as a devoted father than in other single characteristics. As such we feel certain that his fam- ily will miss him and in consequence extend our most heartfelt sympathy to his grief-stricken wife and children. RESOLUTIONS. At a special meeting of the class of Fourth Year High of the University of Santa Clara, the following resolu- tions were adopted: WHEREAS, God, the Author of life and death, has seen fit in His great wis- dom to summon to Himself the devoted father of our beloved classmate, Joseph Geoghegan at a time when his paternal aid and devotion were most felt and appreciated by his grieving family, and WHEREAS, our duty towards the departed father and our sincere sor- row and deep sympathy towards his sorrowing relatives require that we be mindful of him, and WHERAS ' , our bereaved classmate has always held an honorable position amongst us, having been the president of this Fourth Year High, therefore BE IT RESOLVED, that the expres- sion of our deepest sympathy and heartfelt sorrow over the sad loss of his devoted father be conveyed to him and his bereaved relatives, BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that a copy of these resolutions be sent to our friend and classmate, and that they be printed in the next edition of the the " Redwood " . Signed : Francis H. Doud, Pres. Armand Robidoux, Vice Pres. Jos. Taber, Secty. Art. Devlin, Treas. Dominic Di Fiore, Sgt. at Arm Edward J. Kelly writes from ' 95 Watsonville, " I have recent- ly had a letter from Ramon Arias Feraud, Com ' l ' 95. He is at present Vice-President and General Manager of the Bank of the Canal Zone, in Panama, R. P. Since the in- dependence of the Republic of Panama, Mr. Feraud has filled some important diplomatic positions in Europe and in the United States. In 1904 he was Consul-General of Panama in San Fran- cisco, and last May represented his country at the Pan-American Confer- ence at Washington. ' ' Edward J. Kelly, A. B., was ' 97 another of the loyal alumni to come to the aid of the cat- aloguers of the boys of the past. Mr. Kelly is an attorney in the city of Wat- sonville and takes a lively interest in the affairs of Santa Clara. We wish to thank him sincerely for the infor- mation afforded. Michael E. Griffith, A. B., ' 98 has been recently honored by his fellow members of the San Jose Realty Board by elevation to its Presidency. Mr. Griffith has been identified with the Rucker Realty Co. for many years and is at present a can- didate in the University of Santa Clara for an L. L. B. in May, 1916. The " silver tongued orator of the Knights of Columbus " has not lost all his spirit of ' 98, and his voice adds en- thusiasm to many of the rallies of the present day. In the last issue of " The ' 00 Redwood " there was a re- quest for information in re- gard to some graduates who could not be located. One of the first men to re- spond was John V. B. Filippini, A. B., who is a well-known attorney located in the Mills Building in San Francisco. Mr. Filippini ' s letter contained much information which probably would not 265 266 THE REDWOOD have been obtained otherwise and his kindness is heartily appreciated. Prom an October issue of the ' 00 San Gabriel newspaper we take this extract: " Following out a cherished plan of being Avedded in the San Gabriel Mis- sion Church, and carrying out his life work of perpetuating the edifice, Ed- ward Francis Watkins and Miss Louise Whipple Ward were married yesterday morning, the nuptial Mass being read by Rev. Francis Conaty, nephew of the late Bishop Thomas J. Conaty. An- other feature of the ceremony was the selection of the best man, John S. Mc- Groarty, author of the Mission Play, poet and pageant writer. " Mr. Watkins was born in San Ga- briel Parish, baptized in the old church, and has always been active in the preservation of the building. " Frank Watkins, or " St. John " , as he was known around the yard, was a student at Santa Clara a number of years, leaving in 1900. Since then he has been devoted to various things, principal among them being the pa- geant Mission Play of McGroarty, in the management of which Watkins took a prominent part. His home is in San Gabriel, close to the historic old Mission to which he is so devoted, and it is to there that " The Redwood " and the Fathers and boys of Santa Clara send their heartiest good-wishes for a long and happy life to himself and his bride. The heartfelt sympathy of 01 the Fathers and boys of Santa Clara go out to John A. Clark, A. B. ' 01, on the death of his wife, which took place in Gilroy, Sunday evening, Jan. 23. She was the sister of Cornelius T. Devine, A. B. ' 01. The illness, which had been a lingering one, finally took the form of blood poisoning, and it was then that Death stepped in and claimed its own. In such moments of poignant sorrow, there is nothing so comforting as the thought of a Friend who watches over and cares for his charges with a mer- ciful love infinitely greater than it is within the power of man to bestow. James A. Bacigalupi, A. B., ' 03 was in Santa Clara during the Christmas holidays vis- iting his folks and incidentally includ- ing the University. Mr. Bacigalupi is a prominent attorney in San Francisco, and the legal representative of the Italian government. In August, 1915, he was decorated by the King of Italy in recognition of his services in con- nection with Italian activities at the Exposition. Besides being an able at- torney, Mr. Bacigalupi is an orator of note and reflects a great deal of credit in many ways on his proud Alma Mater. J. Ramon Somavia, M. S., of ' 04 whom we have heard lately, is the President of the Bank of Gonzales of that city. He sends best THE REDWOOD 267 wishes for a prosperous New Year and requests that a copy of the Alumni Catalogue be sent him as soon as pub- lished. Hal Chase, the " peerless first ' 04 baseman " , who began his ca- reer at Santa Clara in 1904 is spending the winter with relatives in San Jose. He has organized a ball club known as the " Maxwell All- Stars " to furnish competition for the Varsity ' s practice games. At the breaking up of the Federal League, of which he was a member during the past season, Chase was left without a job. However, this condition is not likely to last as he has had already offers from practically all the Eastern Clubs. Al- though nothing has been decided, the probability is that next season will see him in a St. Louis uniform. ' 04 Thomas F. Feeney, A. B., who in his days at Santa Clara was a member of the track, baseball, and football teams, and Editor of " The Redwood " , at present is in the cattle business at Gilroy. During the Exposition year he was a representative of Santa Clara County at the Fair, having charge of the exhibit. He was one of the " Old Boys " scheduled to oppose their Alma Mater in a baseball game Sunday, Jan. 23, but the contest was called off on account of rain. John J. Ivancovich, A. B., ' 05 is at present filling an en- gagement at the Gaiety The- atre in New York City. In his college days Ivancovich gained for himself an , enviable reputation as an actor of ability, becoming famous in the por- trayal of Judas in the great Passion Play of Clay M. Greene. In the pro- duction of the " Fool ' s Bauble " , and " The Bells " , his work gained him Avide commendation also and doubtless did much toward influencing him in his choice of profession. Saturday, Jan. 29th, was the 07 wedding day of Miss Irma Stohsner and Leo W. Ruth, both of Santa Clara. Leo Ruth spent four years as a student in the Univer- sity, dropping out in 1907. Since then he has been employed with the Pacific Mill and Lumber Company in Santa Clara, as a Superintendent. Immedi- ately after the ceremony, which was performed by Fr. Boland, the couple left for their honeymoon, which is to be spent in the North. The congratulations and best wishes of all are theirs ! Dr. Joseph R. Brown, A. B.. ' 07 has recently moved from Napa, where he was enjoying an extensive practice, and taken offices in one of the down-town buildings in San Francisco. After his graduation at Santa Clara, Dr. Brown spent four 268 THE REDWOOD years at Georgetown University in Maryland, taking his M. D. from there in 1911 after some very creditable work. Since that time he has been practicing in the city of Napa and it is the sincere wish of all that the suc- cess which attended him there may be continued in the new fields. The arrival of William Ed- ' 08 ward brought joy to the fam- ily of Bert L. Osterman, who was a student from San Jose in 1908. The boy was born Dec. 20, 1915. Mr. Osterman at present is a large rancher in the vicinity of Milpitas, where he has been located a number of years. " The Eedwood " well appreciates the happiness they feel and sincerely con- gratulates the mot her and father. Ivo Bogan, A. B., is the ' 08 father of a young damsel, whose birth took place in the early part of December of last year. The new arrival has been christened Miss Stuart Louise. Mr. Bogan is con- nected with the freight department of the Southern Pacific and living in San Jose. We heartily congratulate the mother and father. Francis S. Grummon, Mdio 08 was in attendance at Santa Clara in 1908, registering from San Mateo, is identified with the San Francisco Brewery, Limited, where he has been employed as bookkeeper for the past seven years. As a " side issue, he dabbles in real estate. " His were the good old days of the fence and the locked gates, and many are the tales of escapades which, Avhile hardly apropos then, can be told with safety now. ' 10 From Bakersfield comes the news of the arrival of Harold F. Hogan, Jr., whose father was in attendance at Santa Clara for four years, leaving in 1910. The proud parent is at present identified with the Bank of Bakersfield, where he has been located steadily since his days at Santa Clara. To Mr. and Mrs. Hogan " The Redwood " extends its heartiest congratulations ! Justin Fitzgerald, w hose last ' 11 year of attendance was 1911, has been appointed to coach the baseball team, under whose colors he, as a student at Santa Clara, first learned the game of which he is now the master. After leaving school, Fitz- gerald went East with Hal Chase for a season with the New York Americans. For the past several seasons he has been with the San Francisco Coast League, playing the out-field. He is especially noted among Coast players for his hitting ability and skill on the bases, having had the distinction of leading the batting average for the League for more than one season. Fitz- gerald comes warmly welcomed by all. THE REDWOOD 269 Confidence in his ability is shared equally between the team and every fellow in the yard. Santa Clara has a reputation among College baseball circles which is second to none, and there is no doubt in the minds of any but that Justin Fitzgerald will do all that is possible for any coach to do to uphold it. who was Miss Maybelle Shields of that city. Raymond V. Vaughn, who ' 11 left in 1911, occupies the po- sition of salesman for the American Multigraph Sales Co,., of Los Angeles. Raymond is the brother of Fr. Vaughn who was the Freshman instructor in Chemistry and Trigonom- etry and head of the Sanctuary here in 1913, leaving that year for Spo - kane, where he is now continuing his studies for the Preisthood. L. Ervin Kanthlener, or as ' 11 he is better known by the boys of his time, " Peanuts " , was another of the ' old-timers ' sche- duled to battle against their College colors on the 23rd of January. After leaving Santa Clara, Kanthlener play- ed for a year with Victoria in the Northwest League and from there was taken to Pittsburg, where he has held a berth ever since. During the past season he earned the distinction of hav- ing allowed the fewest hits gathered from a left-hander in the East. He is spending the winter months in San Jose at the home of his bride of a year, ' 12 The engagement of Roy A. Bronson, A. B. 12, A. M. 13, and L. L. B. 14, and Miss Clarisse Caspers of San Jose has been recently announced. Roy, who for the last year has been looking after the interests of his father in Santa Cruz, is now practicing law in the of- fices of Daniel J. Ryan of San Fran- cisco. While at Santa Clara he was prominently identified with student- body affairs, serving as Graduate Man- ager in 1913. He was also an able de- bater, and won the Ryland medal the year of his graduation. While the date of his marriage has not been announc- ed it will probably take place in the coming spring. Friends of Harry McGowan ' 13 are congratulating him upon news of his appointment to a position with a law firm in San Diego, which means a substantial enlargement of income and opens a field for wide possibilities to the able young Santa Claran. Taking his Bachelor of Arts degree in 1913, and his L. L. B. the year following, Harry has since been located with the prominent San Fran- cisco firm of Morrison, Dunne Bro- beck. He is sincerely to be congratu- lated on his advancement, and the heartiest good-wishes of his friends in Santa Clara go with him to the new scene of his efforts. 270 THE REDWOOD Lawrence Fernsworth, who ' 13 left the University at the be- ginning of the 1914 semester, and has since been engaged in editing a paper of his own in Oregon, " The Bank ' s Herald " , was a recent visitor at the University. Fernsworth was well known Avhile here for his literary ability, and has enjoyed a success with his own edition of which he is worthy. ' 14 Joseph Thomas, for many years a student at Santa Clara, returned to his Alma Mater for a short visit, Sunday, Jan. 9th. He was accompanied by his sis- ter, Miss Genevieve Thomas. For the past year Joe has been employed by the Exposition officials, and at the close of the Fair was retained by them for an indefinite period. While at Santa Clara he was prominent in stu- dent body affairs, particularly in con- nection with the store, having been the first manager of it as an institution co- operative to the student body. ' 14 " Jakey " Ahern, who left us in 1914 now holds the posi- tion of assistant chemist with the Shell Oil Co. at their refinery at Martinez. Jack played on the second baseball and football Varsities, and won his sweater in basketball as a member of that famous quintet in the days of the Palmtags. Pete Weyand, one of " the ' 15 Boys " last year recently paid us a visit. He holds a responsible position with a large Chem- ical Manufacturing concern of San Francisco. As his clasmates well know, Pete ' s long suit was Chemistry. ' " ,: 1 t I BASKETBALL NOTES, Never before in the annals of basket- ball has such a large squad turned out to make the Varsity. Coach Mulhol- land has excellent material to select his team from and judging from their performances lately, Santa Clara will be a strong contender in the " Intercol- legiate Basketball Conference. " Raftis, Connors, Scholz, Curtin, Mul- holland, Bensberg, Korte, Viciui, Leon- ard and Diaz have displayed remark- able accuracy in throwing baskets and special praise is due these men for their quickness and self-sacrifice in team work. Keystones of San Jose 30. Santa Clara 50. In their initial contest of the 1916 season the Varsity easily defeated the Keystone Quintet of San Jose by the score of 50 to 30. On no occasion were our rivals in the lead, but the persistency of the Varsity in their fine team work easily showed their superiority. Diaz was the individual star of the evening and his keen eye and steady nerve in shooting baskets netted him 29 points. For the v work. Bensberg, isitors Buck did excellent Connors and Curtin did some clever passing and their team work was a great asset in compiling the large score. Keystones Position Santa Clara. Ballard F Scholz Buck F Diaz Robinson C Vicini Brownley G Curtin, Korte Baily G Amaral Bensberg Plymouth 30. Santa Clara 60. The speedy Plymouth team of Oak- land proved to be easy victims for the Varsity. Time after time the oppon- ents were startled when the Varsity would execute a perfect passing rush, which resulted in a score. Diaz and Scholz were very conspic- uous in throwing baskets, while Raftis proved the stellar performer of the evening in passing, securing the ball from his opponents and throwing bas- kets. 271 112 THE REDWOOD Twenty points are accredited to his record. Plymouth. Position. Santa Clara. Partridge F Diaz, Stewart Chew F Scholz, Raftis Robinson C Raftis, Korte Miliken G Bensberg Albright G Connors Scorer, " Bud " Oneil. Referee, " Pinkey " Leonard. College of Pacific 28. Santa Clara 49. In a practice game with the College of the Pacific, the Varsity again re- turned victors by the score of 49 to 28. Hamm and Beckstrom of the visitors played a hard game during the first half, and were easy the choice players of their quintet. For the Varsity Raftis, Diaz and Connors performed re- markably well. Oakland Y. M. C. A. 45. Santa Clara 35. In one of the most exciting and in- teresting contests witnessed on the Oakland court this year the Varsity suffered its first defeat of the year. Considering not only the length of time our opponents have been practis- ing this season and their previous schedule of games played, but also the length of their brawny bodies (the shortest of them is an inch taller than Raftis — our giant) Capt. Mulholland and his team mates are to be congratu- lated on the excellent quality of bas- ketball they played. The Wyette brothers proved to be one of the greatest and most difficult duet of players the Varsity had met this year. Long and rangy, coupled with speed and accuracy in throwing baskets, they were unexcelled. The first period of play found the Varsity outplaying their opponents and half time found them leading by a score of 20 to 19. During the second period of play the Oaklanders secured a lead of eight points, which the Varsity was unable to overcome. Oak. Y. M. C. A. Position Santa Clara Street F Diaz Hjelte F Scholz Hjelte C Raftis, Korte Guarini G Bensberg, Curtin Woods G Mulholland Oakland Y. M. 0. A. 37. Santa Clara 28. Our second game against the Oak- land Y. M. C. A. proved to be the most sensational and interesting game ever witnessed on our court. Cheered by shouting voices of the entire student body, the Varsity ac- complished a great feat when it nearly defeated the speedy quintet from Oak- land. During the first half of play, the strength, the height and weight of the visitors proved a great obstacle for the Varsity to overcome. The guarding of the visitors was excellent and half time resulted with the clubmen leading by a score of 17 to 9. Renewed with a determined effort to win the Varsity played marvelous bas- ketball during the remaining minutes of play. Mulholland, Diaz, Raftis, Scholz and Curtin commenced some ex- cellent teamwork and within ten min- THE REDWOOD 273 utes were leading by a score of 22 to 20. Play was stopped for an injury and the visitors secured a lead which could not be overcome. BASEBALL NOTES. Owing to the frequent and we may truthfully say extraordinary appear- ances of " Jupiter Pluvius " , and the consequent soggy conditions of the dia- mond, the baseball team has had very few opportunities to practise and play their scheduled games. The team is indeed fortunate in ob- taining the able services of Justin Fitz- gerald, who has been appointed coach. " Fitz " , as he is known to all, is one of the leading players of the " Pacific Coast League " in the batting depart- ment, stealing bases, and fielding. His popularity among the student body and his efficient qualities as a coach makes him the logical man for this important position. In 1912 " Fitz " won a Santa Clara uniform and played right field for the Varsity. His remarkable hitting and fielding created unusual comment among the big league managers, and Hal Chase, the noted first baseman of the New York Americans signed Fitz. In New York Fitz still continued to show his class, until compelled to quit, through an injury. The " Redwood " extends him the best wishes for a successful season. Among the players who are showing promise are : Captain Sheehan, Mulhol- land, Bensberg, Perry, Larkin, Per- crado, Connors, Milburn, Desmond, Scholz, Fowler, Hickey, Leonard, Ne- hoff. Bliss, Coyle, Emerson, Wassum, Aurrecoechea, Falvey, Jacobs, Bricea and Raftis. PREP NOTES. Baseball. The Prep Baseball team got together before the Xmas holidays, and had a couple of games with Joe Sneeze ' s All Stars and with the Sodality Club. The games were more as a tryout for the big supply of material that came out for practice. Just how the team will eventually stand is very problematical as yet. Berg is a sure one for the pitch- ing staff; but the Preps will feel the loss of Samaniego, the other of last year ' s pitchers. As for catchers there seems to be a difficulty. Hillis did not show well before Xmas behind the plate ; but as he is a good hitter and a fair outfielder he will be a valuable man. Rich Williams holds a pitcher better, but he is very light. It looks as if Charlie Folej both as a catcher and a hitter, will be a surprise to all. In the infield, Borchard will be sad- ly missed at first. He stepped around that first sack in much neater style than any other man out for the team, and he was not behind with the big stick. Heafey at present is covering first, but his throw to third puzzles the shortstop and second baseman. They think he is aiming at them. At second Joe Taber is surprising all by his speed and hitting. Bennie Williams (the same is also captain, an honor he 274 THE REDWOOD deserved for handling the Midgets so v ell last year) is short stop, and, as all know, he has the ear-marks of a good ball player. Frank Conneally was welcomed back after his absence for the first semester. He will look after third in good style. His presence compensates for the loss of Borehard. Other likely pitchers are Harry Hall, of Mountain League fame ; Dana, a ce- lebrity of the same organization, fam- ous since his no-hit game of last year; and Joe Monga, who seems to be the possessor of a curved ball that is going to send more than one batsman to the bench without seeing first base. In the outfield the Preps have many a likely youngster in Dieringer, Bara- tono, Crowley, Mendez, Moore and Dana. But the positions will go to the hitters; so get into the batting cages, boys. Grames have been arranged with most of the High Schools on the Peninsular, and by several in San Francisco. Basketball. Prep basketball is also flourishing. Tirey Ford, the manager, is evincing all the pep in the world in arranging games; while Jerry Saper has proved himself a most effective captain. The results of the games thus far played have been most gratifying, and the spirit of the fellows in coming around for practise is most commendable. The first game was with San Jose High. And, although the Preps came out on the short end of 35 to 28 score, yet the play showed that if but two day ' s practice could produce such re- sults against a team that has been go- ing for some months, there surely must be some likely material in those Preps of ours. So they got in and worked, and they next tackled Santa Clara High, win- ning by the large score of 41 to 17. The feature of that game Avas the clev- er throwing of Vicini and Devlin, and the safe guarding of Saper. The team lines up with Mehlhaf, Devlin, as f orAvards ; Vicini, center ; Saper and Scott, guards. Mehlhaf plays the floor remarkably well. It is a pleasure to watch him and Saper pass. Other men who are by no means out of the runnig for places are: Crowley, the Conneally Brothers ( both very fast), Schaap, Rodgers. Tennis. The Prep Tennis team is starting a fine, new wrinkle in Santa Clara ath- letics. Their first match is with Pot- ter ' s School in San Francisco. So all the boys who wield the racket are out these days when the weather permits, trying out for a coveted place on the team that is to represent the Santa Clara Preps in the cities and towns in these parts. The most likely players at present are: Devlin, Williams Broth- ers, Schaap and Casey. MOUNTAIN LEAGUE NOTES. The good old Mountain League, that time honored institution at Santa Clara, began with a dash and a bang THE REDWOOD 275 that portended to make former moun- tain leagues look like city lambs rang- ed along side the World ' s champs. The " Padre of the Rains " however, has essayed to dampen their enthusiasm, for due to the persistent and almost daily downpour, the members of the league have taken to the more intellect- ual indoor games and may be found of an afternoon or holiday morning play- ing Pinochle, Old Maid or Pool in the social hall. Peter Bias, the Ban Johnson of the league, is still optimistic and emphat- ically declares that every cloud has a silver lining and just as soon as Mr. Sun sticks his head from out behind one of ' em — it means " Give the Weav- ers room, for these speed marvels will just romp home with the pennant. " The other two teams which compose the league, the Codds and the Cappas are ably managed by J. Tracy Gaffy and Al Kavanaugh respectively. To date Mgr. Kavanaugh ' s team has ap- peared invulnerable averaging 1000. Some day when your spirits are blue as indigo step over to the Mountain League diamond and watch the teams cavorting like big leaguers. The teams line up as follows : Cappas. Al Kavanaugh, Mgr. P. Jackson, Capt., P. S. S. Nicholson, P. Korte, C. White, 1 B. Kavanaugh, 2 B. Quill, 3 B. Hillis, R. F. Donahue, C. F. Crowley, Schaap, L. F. Codds. T. Gaffey, Mgr. P. Scott, P. H. Hall, P. Howard, C. Winston, 1 B. Taber, 2 B. Trabucco, 3 B. B. Williams, S. S. Bergna, L. F. Casey, C. F. Geoghegan, R. F. Weavers. Marinovich, Mgr. S. S. B. Oneil, Capt., 2 B. Dana, P. Diaz, 3 B. R. Williams, C. Heafey, 1 B. O ' Connor, S. S. F. Conneally, L. F. Moore, C. F. Browne, R. F. Boone, C. F. MIDGET NOTES. Just at present basketball is the main attraction in the second division. The star basket shooters among the Midgets have formed a quintet that promises to be heard from before the close of the season. Every day they are out practicing on the court, and from their pep and determination one would think that they were after the scalps of the Varsity. Their classy 276 THE REDWOOD new suits add not a little to the gen- eral appearance and finish of the team. The Midgets have chosen O ' Connor to act as their captain. His stellar work on the basketball court, and his able handling of the team prove that their selection was a wise one. The squad consists of the following peppery and clever performers: Gus O ' Connor (eapt.), Donald MeCarville, Jesse Woods, Ralph Brady, Louis Trabucco, Jack Haley, Ralph Kroeber and Rich- ard O ' Connor. So far they have man- aged to win three of six games from the " Feds " , a college organization managed and captained by Frank Am- aral. On this team are such men as the Conneally Brothers and the famous " Reds " , L. Kroeber and Moore. Early in the season the Santa Clara Interme- dite High School defeated them 23 to 13. The Midgets however are anxious- ly awaiting the return game, and are determined this time to emerge from the fray with the long end of the score. On January 26 they motored to Palo Alto, where they administered the bit- ter dose of defeat to the Palo Alto In- termediate High School by a score of 27 to 21. The feature of the game was the basket-shooting of Brady of the Midgets and of Capt. Beigs of Palo Alto, the former shooting six baskets, while the latter managed to cage sev- en. The teams lined up as follows: Midgets Position Palo Alto O ' Connor (capt.) Forw ' d Beigs (eapt.) Woods Forward Rhems Brady Center Zeigler MeCarville, Haley Guard Hellmen R. Krober Guard Smith Field goals: Brady 6, Woods 2, O ' Connor 3, Kroeber 1, Beigs 7, Rhems 3. Free goals: Woods 2, O ' Connor 1, Beigs 1. Referee, Roy Fowler. The basket ball schedule for the Mid- gets calls for games with some rather speedy teams, and the Midgets are de- termined to win them all. Let us hope that the next is sue of the " Redwood " will record a long string of well-earned victories for the smallest Santa Clara team in the basketball limelight. 1912 1916 CONTENTS MY CLASSMATES (Sonnet) - William D. Lotz, C. E., ' 17 277 THE PROGRESS OF AUTOMOBILE IGNITION Franck Laine, E. E., ' 16 278 ELECTRIC HEATING AND COOKING Eugene H. Charles, E. E., ' 17 282 BIRDLINGS (Verse) - - - - - By R. 287 THE STORY OF IRRIGATION - Jos. A Cliargin, C. E., ' 16 288 THE DREAMER - - William D. Lotz, C. E. ' 17 291 THE WIND (Verse) - - - - - By R. 293 A NOD, A SMILE (Verse) - - Benjamin F. Williams, 294 THE STEAM TURBINE - Marshall T, Garlinger, M. fc., ' 17 295 MR. STEPHEN TIGHTWAD (Verse) - - John Walsh .?02 STUCCO AS AN EXTERIOR WALL FINISH M. J. Selaya, A. E., ' 19 303 CONVERSATION (Verse) - - F. Buckley McGurrin 307 ELECTRIC WELDING - - Richard D. Fox, M. E., ' 17 308 MODERN HIGHWAYS - - W.J. Christy, C. E., ' 16 312 THE RAW RECRUIT - - - Francis M. Conneally 315 YOU AND I (Verse) - - - - - By R. 321 EDITORIAL ------- 322 EXCHANGES -_--.... 325 UNIVERSITY NOTES ---__. sM ALUMNI NOTES - - - - _ _ . 3, 4 ATHLETICS ----... 339 Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XV SANTA CLARA, CAL., APRIL, 1916 NO. 5 ®0 iig fflkBBmat B A SONNET BY WILLIAM D. LOTZ, C. E., ' 17 Ctj ATHOM its deptKs, you ' ll find in every Keart ■■■ The inborn feeling we are made for more Tnan ceaseless wearings oy v;Kicn we store Hoards tKat desert us wKen witK life we part. KJaugKt ends in self; tKe tiny Wades wKicK start From earth ' s fair bosom when cKill Winter ' s o ' er That they to coming Springs may seed restore, Labor unceasingly witn peerless art. If so they toil, how should the engineer, WKo holds earth ' s mightier forces ' neath his sway, Strive tireless in his more exalted spKere To help our race upon its upward way; And thus to live beyond life ' s mortal span, Immortal in the heart of fellow man. The Progress of Automobile Ignition Franck Laine, E. E., ' 16 [HERE have been great changes in ignition systems to keep pace with the rapid development of the automo- bile motor. The ignition sys- tem of a few years ago seems crude compared with the more efficient systems of today. The problem of ignition is one of the fore- most problems of the automobile engin- eer. Its development has been a sys- tem of evolution, keeping pace with the development of the automobile motor. The earliest types of automobiles used what is commonly called the " make-and-break " system of ignition, which was copied from the stationary engine of that day. This type of igni- tion received its name from the fact that an electric circuit was mechanic- ally opened and closed by means of contact points placed within the cylin- der. The source of current was usu- ally a few primary cells, which were connected in series with a reactance coil, and a make-and-break device. At a point near the desired time for igni- tion, the points within the cylinder were forced together by mechanical means, thereby completing an electric circuit. At the desired instant for ig- nition these points were allowed to snap apart quickly, producing a spark at the points, due to the inductive dis- charge of the reactance coil. The make-and-break system, how- ever, proved quite a drain on the bat- teries and soon engineers developed a type of low tension magneto to take the place of batteries as a source of current. The low tension magneto for make-and-break ignition was nothing more than a simple alternating-current generator with permanent field mag- nets. This system has proven satis- factory on slow speed engines and on engines using low grades of fuel, but the modern high-speed motor would be impracticable with make-and-break ig- nition. This system, although simple, has the disadvantage of having me- chanically operated parts within the combustion space, and has now been completely abandoned in automobile practice. The jump spark system which super- ceded the above system, consists, es- sentially, of two electrodes placed in the cylinder at a fixed distance apart. At the proper instant a voltage was produced sufficiently high to jump the gap and produce a spark. These elec- trodes constitute the well known spark plug. The source of current was a few THE REDWOOD 279 primary cells which were connected to the primary of a vibrating induction coil. A mechanical device, commonly call- ed a commutator, was inserted in the primary circuit to complete the circuit at the proper instant. Upon the cir- culation of current in the primary of the vibrating induction coil a voltage was induced in the secondary in the ratio of the number of turns primary to secondary. This high voltage caused a current to circulate in the secondary, and to produce a spark at the spark plug which was connected in the sec- ondary circuit. This type of system also proved quite a drain on the bat- teries which supplied current to the induction coil. With a view to over- coming this difficulty, designers set about to perfect some mechanical means of supplying this current. As the only object of the generator was to supply energy to the induction coil, it was evident that the mechanical device to close the primary circuit of the induction coil at a iven instant could be incorporated within the gen- erator itself. As the type of generator developed was an alternating current generator of the permanent magnet type, and generated a current of low frequency, it was found necessary to abandon the magnetically-operated vibrator, and substitute a mechanical one which would open and close the primary cir- cuit of the induction coil at definite points on the voltage wave induced in the armature windings of the generat- or. This gave but one spark instead of a series of sparks as is the case with the vibrating induction coil. This Avould at first seem disadvantageous, but by supplying more energy to the single initial spark, a spark of suffi- cient intensity can be produced to fire any ordinary charge. This type of alternating current gen- erator with permanent field magnets and with a mechanical breaker incor- porated within itself, is what is known as a low tension jump spark magneto. This type generates a low voltage which has to be stepped up by means of an induction coil. It has been al- most entirely replaced, however, by the more efficient high tension magneto. The high tension magneto differs from the Ioav tension magneto in hav- ing both its primary and its secondary windings on the armature, and the usual condenser of the induction coil within the magneto itself. At the in- stant of maximum voltage a mechan- ical breaker opens the primary circuit, inducing a high voltage in the second- ary winding. As the spark plug is in the secondary circuit, a spark occurs at the plug which ignites the charge. This type of magneto does away with the induction coil and its accessory wiring. It is a self-contained ignition system. However, the secondary volt- age of a high tension magneto is lim- ited, first, by the space in which it is possible to place a secondary winding; and, secondly by the clearances necessary for effective insulation. Thus at low engine speeds a high 280 THE REDWOOD tension magneto, nnles built for slow speed work only, has the disad- vantage of producing a weak spark. It tends to give a spark increasing in intensity with the motor speed so that a large range of advance is not neces- sary. Up to the time of the introduction of the high tension magneto a manual means for varying the point of ignition was always provided. With the high tension magneto set spark ignition has been successfully used; that is, the point of ignition is fixed and cannot be varied by the operator. At the present time high tension magnetos are built with automatic advance, but for the most part manual means are pro- vided for varying the point of ignition. The advent of electric starting and lighting devices caused a great demand for electric energy on the automobile. This demand could be met only by the most efficient types of generators. As energy is required for starting and lighting when the engine is not run- ning, a storage battery is used to sup- ply it. In order to keep a storage bat- tery in proper condition it must be charged somewhere near its normal charging rate at medium engine speeds, yet not overcharged at high engine speeds. This necessitates a shunt or compound wound direct current gener- ator, specially designed for the pur- pose, and capable of furnishing energy far in excess of that needed for igni- tion. Thus the use of a separate gen- erator for ignition purposes would be rendered unnecessary. The first impulse would be to go back to the original jump-spark, bat- tery system, with a vibrating induction coil. This system has the disadvantage of producing a spark progressively later as the engine speed increases. In order to overcome this defect a me- chanical means was devised by which the primary contact points are oper- ated mechanically as in the magneto, and the usual vibrator dispensed with. Battery systems can all be classed under two groups ; namely, open- or closed-circuit systems, the classification depending on whether the primary contact points are normally open or closed. In either of these systems the spark is produced at a definite angu- lar position of the engine crank-shaft as the primary contact points are me- chanically operated, thereby necessi- tating only the amount of angular ad- vance required for the complete com- bustion of the charge. Automatic spark advance, depend- ing on engine speed, is used in some makes of ignition systems, while in the majority of makes either manual ad- vance, or a combination of the two is used. In the open circuit system the prim- ary contact points are normally open and current is allowed to circulate only for an instant at the desired ignition point. The leading feature of the open circuit system is that it produces a con- stant spark regardless of speed. The open circuit system is also more eco- nomical of current than the closed cir- cuit system. It has one structural ad- THE REDWOOD 281 vantage over the closed circuit system; namely, arcing at the contact points can be more nearly eliminated. The growth of primary current is the same under all conditions, and the condenser can therefore be accurately propor- tioned to eliminate the arcing. In the closed circuit battery system the spark is more intense at low engine speeds which insures easy starting and smooth running at low speeds, but the spark decreases in intensity with en- gine speed. One disadvantage is that with the starting motor drav ing a heavy current from the battery in very cold weather, there is such a voltage drop across the terminals of the bat- tery that an intense spark for starting cannot be obtained. Some difficulty might also be experienced in starting a ear equipped with only magneto igni- tion in extremely cold weather, as the starter would not turn the engine over fast enough to generate the required voltage for starting, thus necessitating an auxiliary battery system for start- ing ignition. This would be adding un- necessary auxiliaries so the tendency is to discard the magneto entirely, making one specially constructed generator to supply energy for starting, lighting, and ignition. At the New York Automobile Show, at Madison Square Garden, which op- ened December 31, 1915, 62% of all makes used battery ignition. All of the 8 cylinder cars exhibited and three of the 12 cylinder cars used this type of ignition, which goes to show the rapid progress made toward making one scientifically constructed generator supply all the electrical demands of the automobile. That this is the most ra- tional solution of the ignition problem, is evidenced by the changes in the types of equipment used in the last few years. The result has been to simplify, decrease weight, and cut down manu- facturing costs at the same time in- creasing the efficiency of the automo- bile as a whole. Electric Heating and Cooking Eugene H. Charles, E. E., ' 17 URING the past several years much progress has been made in the electrification of al- most every industry and service to which electricity can be ap- plied, especially in regard to heating, cooking, and other domestic uses. The introduction of electrical appli- ances into the home has done much to lessen the drudgery and inconvenience attached to household duties, and has opened up a new field for invention and development. Electric heating and cooking is be- coming very popular and in many in- stances is rapidly supplanting the " old wood stove " or the more modern gas appliances. The convenience, cleanli- ness, and reliability of electric stoves and heaters appeal very strongly in their favor, as is the case with other equally iiseful electrical domestic ap- pliances. The cost of operating an electric rpnge might be slightly higher than the corresponding wood, coal or gas stove ; but the many advantages pos- sessed by this new appliance more than offset this difference. As an example : In connection with the installation of an electric range in his home, Mr. Charles H. Williams, general manager of the Northern Colo- rado Power Co., Denver, in 1911-12, made a thorough study of the cost of electric cooking for a family of six persons during a period of ten days. Energy was supplied from the commer- cial circuits of the Denver Gas and Electric Co. The range was suited for 220- volt service and had two 10-ampere and three 10-ampere switches control- ing corresponding baking and stove circuits. The table below gives the character of the meal, materials, cook- ing, maximum demand in kilowatts, consumption of energy in kilowatt hours and cost per meal. The cost of electrical energy is placed at five cents per kilowatt hour. Records were taken by a pen reading wattmeter which was calibrated with an instrument of preci- sion. Much care was taken to keep the range absolutely free from dirt during the progress of the cooking tests. 282 THE REDWOOD 283 From Meal Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Evening Breakfast Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Breakfast Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Breakfast Lunch Dinner Breakfast United States G-overnment Report on Electrical Industries. Maximum Kilowatt Materials cooked or heated by demand in hours electric range Kilowatts required 4.5 lb. roast lamb ; baked white and sweet potatoes ; baked rice pudding 2.40 Oatmeal ; 8 baked apples ; coffee 2.24 60 2.46 2.20 2.6 Stewed prunes ; tea ; potatoes for (Clock mechanism disconnected) Oatmeal ; coffee ; kettle of water Warmed Finnan haddie; tea; potatoes 3.5 lb. roast veal; baked sweet pota- toes ; 10 baked apples ; baked Irish potatoes Cooking oatmeal 1.00 Warming oatmeal; coffee _ 68 Testing oven, raising temperature from cold to hot 1.40 Stewed 4.5 lb. chicken; toast; boiled potatoes 2.08 8 baked apples ; oatmeal ; coffee ; bak- ing bread; stewing prunes Boiled potatoes ; coffee ; 3 lb. pot roast Warming coffee for laundress ; 2 P. M. Boiled sweet potatoes ; baked potatoes ; baked corn bread Coffee ; oatmeal Beef stew ; carrots ; potatoes ; stewed prunes _ Coffee ; oatmeal ., Warming meat and coffee 1.40 Baking 3 loaves graham bread 1.28 Chicken stew 4.5 lbs. ; 1 quart cranber- ries; 6 large boiled potatoes Baked apples ; oatmeal ; coffee Warming meat; coffee Meat pie ; boiled potatoes . Oatmeal ; coffee Warming meat; coffee; potatoes for yeast Baked Finnan haddie ; boiled potatoes ; baked apple ; cream sauce Baked apple; oatmeal; coffee 1.00 2.60 05 2.40 1.00 2.70 2.50 .87 1.40 .65 4.35 .47 .55 .70 2.00 3.20 3.15 .10 2.75 .55 Cost (cents) 13.50 12.50 4.30 7.00 3.25 21.75 2.35 2.75 3.50 10.00 16.00 15.75 .50 13.75 2.75 2.00 2.50 12.50 2.48 2.55 12.70 1.40 .70 3.50 1.28 1.35 6.75 1.00 2.15 10.75 2.50 3.25 16.25 1.60 .35 1.75 2.20 2.50 12.50 .60 .60 3.00 .90 .60 3.00 2.60 3.50 17.50 1.00 .50 2.50 284 THE REDWOOD Experience showed that some elec- trical energy was lost in changing from one heat to another in order to regulate the temperature properly. It was found that after the oven was once heated, baking could be done at small cost. Roughly speaking, the cost of electric cooking varied from three to ten cents per day per person at the above rate basis. Unexpected economies were found during the test; for example, in the lessened shrinkage of joints of meat, as compared with those cooked in gas or coal ranges. Thus on a pound of meat cooked in this way is a decided saving. A cheap grade of coffee pre- pared in an electric percolator will be found superior to more expensive cof- fees prepared in the old way. Electric cooking has been found ad- vantageous not only in the home, but in bakeries, restaurants, hospitals and other places where large quantities of food are prepared daily. A large restaurant firm in Chicago employs electric cooking to advantage. Six girls operating an electric ma- chine, turn out 23,000 pies a day. The pie machine which weighs 8000 pounds, measures twenty feet by four feet, and is driven by a two horse-power motor. Dough is carried to the machine by men who have prepared and cut it into pieces of the right size to form a bot- tom or top crust. Standing at one end of the machine, the first girl starts the bottom crust. Then, by means of rolls and conveyors, and each girl doing her share, the rest of the pie is added. " When the pie is completed it is con- veyed from the machine to the oven. The makers of this machine claim that it can produce 1800 pies an hour when operated at its highest speed. Another example of electric cooking is an electrically equipped bakery op- erated by the Grocers ' Baking Co., of Boston. A 15-h. p. elevator lifts the flour to the lifting and blending ma- chine on the third floor. Automatic scales deliver batches of predetermined weight to the dough mixers, where water, yeast, lard, and milk are added, and when thoroughly incorporated the mixture is delivered into long troughs where it raises for five hours. All air entering the mixer room is washed and filtered. From the three horse-power dough divider the loaves pass to a two horse-power rounding-up machine for rolling and kneading. Thence they pass for ten minutes through the proof- ing machine, after which a molder fur- ther shapes them, and deposits them into five-loaf pans. After being moist- ened in the live steam room they are ready for the ovens. The finished pro- duct is finally wrapped in waxed pa- per by a motor-driven wrapper and an electric heater seals each package as it is wrapped. All machines in the bak- ery are individually operated by three- phase, 220 volt motors. Motor-driven belts convey the loaves from one ma- chine to another, the transfer opera- tions being effected without contact of human hands. In regard to electric heating: At Burley, Idaho, there was recently con- THE REDWOOD 285 structed a high school heated entirely by electricity. The school is a three story structure, and contains 780,000 cubic feet. During the present winter the installation has been tested under conditions of outside temperature as low as ten degrees below zero. There is a total of 962 kilowatts in heaters installed in the building. En- ergy is furnished on a flat rate of one dollar per kilowatt per month, based on the maximum demand during the month. At the present time the maxi- mum demand has only reached 295 kilowatts, this being taken only in the forenoon. In the afternoon the heating load rarely exceeds 135 kilowatts. At this rate schedule the total heat- ing bill for the year will be $1800 — considerable saving over the cost of fuel and the services of a fireman. Energy enters the building under- ground over three-phase steel-taped feeders at 2200 volts. In the trans- former room three 200-k.w. sixty-cycle transformers step this primary energy down to 440 volts for heating service at full rated output, and to 220 volts for supplying the resister girds at times when less heat is being used and the draft fan is not in motion. From the transformer room the en- ergy is conveyed to the main remote controlled switchboard, and is there distributed to the different relays which feed the heating grids. These grids are arranged in two batteries — the tempering grids and the heating grids. The first battery is at the foot of the air shaft which supplies fresh air from the roof level. The " temper- ing " battery of grids heats the incom- ing air to a temperature of 60 degrees Fahr. before it reaches the rain type washer and humidifier. An automatic temperature-control arrangement main- tains the air at this temperature by turning the grids on and off as the out- side temperature changes. The air now passes to the plenum chamber (see Fig. I), which is divided into an upper and lower compartment. The second battery of grids is located at the fan side of the upper compart- ment. The air in this compartment is kept at the desired temperature by means of an automatic control which turns the current on or off as the tem- perature requires. naambir Pot ' bk Fitter TJHpMok , 3 HfL Motors. „ n QntritPump {JH} v le Water, M SprqiS inn from RccfS ' KS Fig. I The temperature of each room is eon- trolled by means of thermostat actuat- ing dampers at the plenum chamber openings. When the room is too warm the air supplied to the room is taken from the lower or cooler compartment of the plenum chamber, and as the room temperature falls, the supply is 286 THE REDWOOD taken from the upper or warmer sec- tion of the chamber (see Fig. II). The advantages of electric heating are many when all the factors which enter into the problem are considered. Although the expense of heating the Burley School was rather high in cost of heat energy, it must be remembered that no further expense was necessary. When considering the salary of a fire- man, the cost of fuel and the outlay for a boiler plant, capital invested, an- nual depreciation, absence of smoke and chimney, economy of space, and cleanliness, etc., advantage is on the electric side. Furthermore, the life of an electric installation is from 5 to 8 times that of a corresponding steam plant, and very little attention is re- quired by the electric installation as all controls are automatic. As this new type of heating is still in its infancy, no definite records and comparative figures can be obtained, but present performances are indica- tive of good results. During the last year contractors of several large apartment houses in Chi- cago, seeing the advantages of the luminous type of electric radiator over the ordinary gas-log, have had the buildings wired for electrically equip- ped fireplaces. It has since been shown that it is less expensive to wire a build- ing where electric fireplaces are used than to lay the pipes for gas, on ac- count of the gas main which generally enters at the rear of the building and has to be extended the full length of the structure to reach the usual posi- tion of the fireplace. Although the operation of luminous radiator is about 25 per cent greater than the gas log, this is partly over- come in the first cost of the radiators which are much cheaper than the gas logs. One of the greatest advantages elec- tric heating has over gas heating is that the oxygen in a room is not con- sumed or vitiated, as is the ease with gas logs, which consume eight cubic feet of air to completely burn one cubic foot of gas. The electric heating and cooking movement has been started by almost every electric power company in the United States and in many instances they have established a cooking rate, at which they sell the energy to the consumer at a very reasonable figure during the day time when the plant would otherwise be idle or running on light load. Special meters are provided for this rate. These meters automatically close and open the circuit at fixed intervals THE REDWOOD 287 of time. This feature, though not af- fecting the cooking operations in the least, would make it impracticable for a lighting service, therefore consumers must use the regular lighting service at ordinary rates. Cooking rate is generally 25 to 50 per cent cheaper than the ordinary lighting rate and in many eases the companies have taken the initiative of selling heating and cooking appliances. In every way they encourage the pub- lic in this new service. Demonstrations are given right in homes where practi- cal economies can be more forcefully proven. Future development will prove the efficiency of these new methods and if we judge by the past, electric heating and cooking, in the cities and towns at least, will become very popular by rea- son of its ultimate cheapness, conveni- ence, eleaniness and labor saving qual- ities. Indeed it may not be long until the old methods now employed will have passed into history. Itr lmgs By R. Singing — chirping — singing Gaily, all tke day, How I often wonder — WKat it is you say? Flying — ever flying Over vale and Kill, Restless little travelers Scarce a moment still. High upon tKe tree-tops Swinging in the breeze Doing every moment, Only wKat you please. Happy little birdlings, God has care of you, You would surely love Him If you only knew ! The Story of Irrigation Jos. A. Chargin, Jr., C. E., ' 16 RRIGATION undoubt- edly originated in semi-tropical and rela- tively arid regions where there was a pe- riodic overflow of the desert areas traversed by some of the large rivers like the Nile or Congo. Beneficent Nature started it when streams flowing from plateaus and mountain ranges, swol- len by rains and melting snows, over- flowed their banks into the surround- ing country. Man in this early stage learned to guide and assist this over- flow by rough dikes and rudely con- structed ditches. Later he built canals to irrigate the higher portions of land. On the European continent records of most primitive methods have been found going back as far as 2250 B. C. In nearly all of the countries border- ing on the Mediterranean, and in Meso- patamia, India and China, the then ob- scure art of irrigation was practised. On the other side of the world, on the American continent, works, which rival in antiquity those of Europe, can be found. In the Salt River Valley of Arizona, in northern New Mexico, and in southwest Colorado, there have been found many well defined remains of ir- rigation works, that were probably built by the Cliff Dwellers. The works in the region of the Rio Verde show traces of this prehistoric irrigation. One ancient ditch in particular is well marked by two clearly defined lines of pebbles and small boulders, which most probably entered into its construction. The advent of the Spanish mission- aries was the beginning of modern irri- gation in the United States. Seventy years before the English colony landed at Jamestown, these missionaries built canals and dams in the scenic valleys of Lower California. Although these works were of the crudest character there are some in use up to the present day. " A man ' s work lives after him to mark the pages in the Book of Time. " A good example of this! is shown by the works of the old padres, which still stand beside the lower San Diego river, a few miles northeast of the city of San Diego. It consists of a dam, and a large part of the conduit, by which water was diverted from the San Diego river and carried some miles down its valley to the ranches which surrounded the San Diego Mission. Its remarkably good state of preservation stands as an ever-present testimonial to the thoroughness with which the padres did their work. Although these 288 THE REDWOOD 289 works are the oldest in this country, they withstood the same flood waters which washed out the lower Otay Dam. Another striking example are the ditches of Las Cruces, New Mexico. These ditches have an unbroken record of 300 years of service. It is here that one can yet find agriculture almost as primitive as that of the days of Pha- roh, where grain was reaped with the sickle and thrashed by the tramping of goats. In 1847, the pioneer Mormon settlers led by Brigham Young, who had all the essential requirements of an engineer, started irrigation in the Salt Lake Val- ley in Utah by turning the clear wat- ers of City Creek upon the sun-baked and alkaline soil. This marked the be- ginning of a new era in irrigation. Twenty years later the work was taken up in California and Colorado. From these states it gradually spread throughout other states of the arid West. Primitive irrigation as previously stated consisted principally in assist- ing nature to carry waters over low lands during the high water season. The first ditches that we constructed throughout the West were simple fur- rows for turning part of the water of a creek into bottom lands. With the growing needs of the people came the diversion dams turning the water from streams into canals which led to the different farms. The diversion works in practically all cases were temporary dams of sand-bags, placed in the stream to raise the water slightly, thus divert- ing it into the canals. The principal sources of irrigation waters are the perennial streams which have their source in the mountains. Since the waters from these sources varied with the different character of the years, wet or dry, the supply was considered somewhat unreliable, so the next step was to construct some sort of a reservoir to hold the Avaters of the flood season until they were needed. This would enable the farmers to ob- tain water any time they wanted it. As the people learned more and more about this work and saw the great and bounteous results of irrigation, dams and canals were constructed, built us- ually of earth. This idea was enlarg- ed upon as time went by and many dif- ferent localities took it up. Today worked out on a gigantic scale, we have as the leader of them all the United States Reclamation Ser- vice. The sole office of this service is to discover and invent ways and means by which lands given up as barren can be reclaimed and made to bring forth the fruits of the earth. What has been the result? The result has been marvelous. Where once existed broad plateaus of sage-brush and wild grass in dry and sun-beaten spots, and glistening sands for miles around can now be seen a broad carpet of the brightest of greens, dotted here and there with vari-eolored blossoms of fruit trees, all centered about some rapidly growing town. 290 THE REDWOOD Where centuries ago stood diversion works of sand-bags and furrows for canals, there are now immense, impos- ing concrete, earth or masonry dams and smooth lined waterways almost as large as rivers. This modern dam con- struction is admirably shown in the Arrowrock Dam, across the Boise River, Boise, Idaho. At present it is the highest concrete dam in the world. This dam, which is on the Boise project of the United States Reclamation Ser- vice, is 348.5 ft. from bed rock and about 250 ft. above the river bed. It is curved in plan and has a length of 1,060 ft. It belongs to the gravity type. The Roosevelt Dam in Salt River Canyon, about 10 miles above Phoenix, is another good example. It is built of masonry and is a combination of the arch and gravity types. It is 284 ft. high and the length of the crest is 780 ft. This dam is the highest one of its kind in the world. The Dreamer Will D. Lotz, C. E., ' 17 HE full moon cresting one pine-fringed rim of the narrow valley splashed its pale rays over the mouth of a cave perched high on the opposite side. Within the cave, a small council fire cast wavering shadows over a group of men squatted around it. The central figure was that of an old man— Chief Stone Face — whose wrinkled counten- ance, ruddied now and then by the fire ' s fickle glow, was inexpressibly tragic. In his old eyes lurked a strick- en look — a look that comes only to a leader of men who sees his beloved race facing annihilation. Around him were seated the wise men of his tribe, each harrowed by the thought of the fate t hey were power- less to avert. At last their venerable leader spoke. " My people, " he said, his voice shaken with emotion, " it is hardly ne- cessary to revert to that long past day when our forefathers lived in the broad fertile valleys to the north. There the great Rain Spirit showered his blessings upon the fields until they yielded up bountiful harvests; there even the lowliest member of the tribe lived with such comfort as would cause envy in even your chieftain. But re- grets are useless. Those days are gone. " Many generations ago, from a land far past the place where the sun sinks into the mighty waters beyond the mountains, there came a race of rob- ber warriors who lived, not by tilling the soil, as did our ancestors, but by killing the animals of the fields and forests. Roaming ever northward, through a country of ice and snow, they at last came to a place where the mighty waters narrow until it is but a short journey across. Crossing over on the ice they invaded our land. " Generation after generation saw them working gradually southward un- til they came upon the fertile fields of our ancestors. Even here they did not stop. Killing and robbing, they forced our nation ever before them until final- ly we were forced to flee to the moun- tains for safety. Among the tiny val- leys that nestle here and there between the crags and cliffs we dwelt for a time in peace and contentment. Now they are upon us again. " Last year they surprised us before half of our grain was safely hidden, and left us so little that often we heard the cry of our children for food which we could not give. Ever the times grow worse. Each year sees many of 291 292 THE REDWOOD our men killed in the defense of our eaves. Perhaps for ten more summers we shall be able to exist, but all of us feel that our babes Avill never grow into men. To the south lies the desert, shunned by all living things ; to the north lurk the arrows of our enemies. Whither does our next step take us ? " The old leader ceased talking and took his place at the head of the coun- cil. He expected no answer for he felt that his question had none. Far into the night the council meditated but no solution could be found. At last, when the few remaining embers of the fire were growing dim and the moon had long passed the zenith, utterly wearied by their long deliberations, the wise men rose, and sadly took their way into the mist of the valley. But there was one among them for whom there was no sleep that night. He was called " the Dreamer " . It was his ancestor who had hollowed the first canoe by building a fire upon a log and scraping away the burned por- tions ; it was his grandfather who had made the first pottery from clay baked in the sun. And when the dawn came, the Dreamer ' s heart was glad. For he was possessed of a wonderful idea. Three moons had waxed and waned since the night of the council. During this time he was seen constantly busy- ing himself around the little river which ran below the cliff. All through the day he dug ditches in the stream bed, leading the water first in one di- rection and then in another. At night he carried vessels of it up into his cave where, by the light of hi s fire, he stu- died it while others slumbered. At last, when the fourth moon was beginning to wane, and his fellow tribesmen were beginning to think him demented, he discovered that for which he was seeking. One-third of his dream had material- ized. The great principle upon which the salvation of his race rested had been found. He knew that water flows because it wants to go down hill — the same reason that causes a stone to fall from the cliffs. Besides this he had discovered how to tell Avhich way was down hill. By placing two sticks, of the same length, upright upon a third which floated in a vessel of still water he could, by sighting over the sticks, tell beforehand which way the water would run. Soon afterwards, the Dreamer, ac- companied by two hardy companions, bade farewell to his friends and turned his face southw ard. For many weary months he traveled steadily over parched deserts and lifeless, sun-baked mountains. The heat blistered his feet by day. At night the cold penetrated to his very bones and shook him re- morselessly. And then he found a stream which finally emptied into the great waters beyond the western moun- tains. Following this stream down- ward, the explorer came to a place where the waters ran swiftly through a broad, arid valley. There he stop- ped. Two-thirds of his dream were realized. Winter had come and gone ere he re- THE REDWOOD 293 turned to his tribe with the joyful tid- ings that their almost extinct race had found a haven to the southwest. Dur- ing the following five summers, half the nation, under Chief Stone Pace, tilled the soil and battled with the en- emj while the other half toiled under the Dreamer, who, with his three sticks in a vessel of water, directed them as they dug the big ditch that was to take the place of the clouds which the Great Rain Spirit denied this country. At the head of the valley the ditch be- gan. It wound around the hillside un- til far above the river ' s bed. Then it divided into smaller ditches which car- ried the life-giving water all over the valley floor. The Dreamer ' s dream was realized. Centuries rolled by. The Dreamer and his people disappeared from the face of the earth. Their wonderful val- ley again became a desert. Now, as the white man travels through the Verde Valley in Arizona, he comes upon the Dreamer ' s ditch — the ditch by which the first engineer saved his people back in the time before History was born. ®lj? Utnb By R. Moaning, sigKing moaning, As some spirit groaning Requiems intoning. Weird and sad-voiced wind ! A NflJi, a g mtU (3 BENJAMIN T. WILLIAMS cKeerful word will jlee tKe wrath Of the tempest ' s gathering frown And smooth the deeply crimpled line From sorrow ' s sable gown. A laugh that strikes a joyous note May dry a bitter tear, And echo as it dances through The dull aisles of a year. A nod may gain a lifelong friend, Allay a choking sigh, Cast oil upon some troubled heart Where stormy sorrows lie. A smile bestowed on passing waif May gently cheer that life Where dark-lined sorrows harrow deep In penury ' s chilly strife. Our own life thus will heaped up be With good works stored away. And brighter far will shine the path Along our neighbor ' s way. 294 The Steam Turbine Marshall T. Garlinger, M. E. ' 17 :;%■ , ' :;. ■■;- •: , ' ! ECENT development in V. oBoaa-i .■. ■ steam turbine design and its universal adap- tation for large power generating plants throughout the coun- try has placed the modern steam turbine in a class by it- self as one of the foremost types of prime movers. The turbine principle was one of the first methods employed to utilize the energy of steam. A book by Hero of Alexander, written about 200 B. C, de- scribes many contrivances called en- gines in those days. Many of these were rather ingenious, but were of no practical use. Hero ' s turbine, invent- ed about 120 B. C, consisted of a hol- low sphere mounted on trunnions through which steam was admitted and allowed to escape through bent tubes with tangential outlets spaced equidistant along the equator line. The escaping steam caused a reaction which gave the desired rotary motion. It was never used for a practical pur- pose, being merely a scientific toy. Many other contrivances of a similar nature were brought out from time to time with little better results. Branca ' s turbine, invented in 1629 A. D., marked the beginning of one of the two general classes of steam turbines of today. It consisted of a wheel hav- ing paddles or vanes mounted radially equidistant along its periphery. A tube or nozzle placed tangentially to the periphery directed a jet of steam which impinged upon the paddles, caus- ing them to rotate by the impulse of the steam, much in the same manner that a jet of water acts on a Pelton wheel. It will be noted that crude as the Hero and Branca turbines were, they were the forerunners of the two dis- tinctive classes of steam turbines of to- day ; namely, the Impulse and the Reac- tion types. The first commercially successful en- gine was brought out by Thomas Sav- ery in 1693. It was very crude, hoAV- ever, and as compared with the engines of today had a very low efficiency. Newcomen and Watt did much toward developing the steam engine and though there has been many mechanical improvements since that time, there has been but one general thermodyna- mic improvement in the reciprocating engine ; namely, the introduction of compound expansion. In 1882 Dr. Gustaf De Laval invent- ed a steam turbine based on the prin- ciple of Hero ' s turbine. It consisted 295 296 THE REDWOOD of two curved hollow arms attached to a hollow axis into which steam was ad- mitted. The passage of steam through these bent arms caused them to rotate by reaction of the steam escaping. This turbine ran at a very high speed, and it was necessary to reduce the speed through back gears. Seven years later De Laval patented in England a turbine wheel combined with a diverg- ing nozzle. The steam was allowed to expand in the nozzle acquiring a high velocity and then impinged against the turbine blades. Shortly after the invention of the De Laval turbine, another type of tur- bine was introduced by Parsons. The difference between the two lies chiefly in their methods of utilizing the ex- pansive force of steam. These last named turbines again rep- resent two classes, as did Hero ' s and Branca ' s turbines, hundreds of years before. This time, however, instead of being interesting toys, they were of commercial and practical value, and could compete with the other prime movers already in t he field. A steam turbine is essentially an en- gine which derives its power from high velocity jets of steam acting on the rotor vanes or buckets. The poten- tial heat energy of the steam is con- verted into kinetic energy with a re- sulting high velocity. These highly ac- celerated jets of steam give up their kinetic energy to the turbine wheels, thus producing rotation. The heat drop thus utilized may be effected in the vanes or buckets of a single wheel or it may be divided be- tween several wheels or several sets of wheels, called stages. This heat drop is accompanied by a corresponding pressure drop and increase in the vol- ume of the steam. According to the fundamental prin- ciples envolved in their operation, steam turbines are classed as follows: Impulse Steam . Reaction Turbines ' Combined Impulse and Reaction Single velocity Multivelocity Multivelocity Stage Multivelocity Stage Single Pressure Stage Multipressure Stage THE REDWOOD 297 In the , impulse turbines the expan- sion of the rapidly-flowing jets of steam is effected in the diverging noz- zles and the heat energy of the steam is converted into kinetic energy with a resulting high velocity. These highly accelerated steam particles are imping- ed against the curved vanes of the tur- bine wheel, with an impulse causing ro- tation, and are reacted back at about the same angle at which they strike, causing a reaction which further accel- erates the rotor. If the total heat drop is expanded in a single set of nozzles and the jets im- pinged upon a single wheel, the turbine is classified with the single stage, single velocity group. The velocity of these jets is from 2000 to 4000 feet per second, and for satisfactory economy the peripheral velocity of the wheel must be from 700 to 1400 feet per second. The De Laval single stage turbine is the best known example of this group. If the entire pressure drop takes place in a single set of nozzles and a single wheel is to be used at a com- paratively low speed, satisfactory eco- nomy may be effected by compounding the velocity. The jet issuing from the nozzle at a very high velocity is re- flected back and forth from the vanes on the rotor to a series of fixed revers- ing buckets until all of the available kinetic energy of the jet has been im- parted to the wheel. The Terry single- stage turbine is an example. Low peripheral velocity and high ef- ficiency may be obtained by compound- ing the pressure ; i. e., allowing the ex- pansion to take place in a series of suc- cessive nozzles. Each set of nozzles uses only a part of the available heat energy, which has been converted into kinetic energy. For each set of fixed nozzles there is a corresponding rotor. This type of turbine is to all purposes a series of single velocity impulse tur- bines placed side by side. Each wheel and corresponding expansion is called a stage and usually several stages are required to effect the complete pres- sure and heat drop. The Kerr turbine is an example of this group. In this turbine the steam directed by the first set of nozzles is impinged on the blades of the first rotor, spends some of its kinetic energy then is picked up by a succeeding set of nozzles which repeats the operation and so on through all the stages of expansion. In the Curtis turbine the last two principles are compounded and we have the multi- velocity and pressure type. 298 THE REDWOOD Fio, IT I.i.ngituilinal Section through a 3500-Kva. Horizontal Curtis Steam Turbii In this turbine the total expansion and heat drop is aceomplislied in one or more compartments or stages which consist in a set of expanding nozzles and a wheel carrying two or more rows of buckets with stationary rows of vanes or buckets fixed in between them. A high velocity is given the ini- tial jet with only partial expansion and the resultant energy is absorbed by the alternate moving and stationary vanes of the stage, bringing the steam practi- cally to rest. Then it passes on at a reduced pressure to the next stages and so on, repeating the process through from 2 to 5 stages depending on the size of turbine. In the reaction type of turbine the conversion of potential to kinetic en- ergy takes place in the moving blades as well as in the fixed blades. Only a very small portion of the heat energy imparts velocity in the first set " of fixed blades or nozzles. The jet issuing from this set of nozzles impinges against the first set of moving blades and imparts its kinetic energy to the rotor by im- pulse. The adjacent moving blades are proportioned so that partial expan- sion takes place within them and the resulting increase in velocity exerts a reaction which still further accelerates the rotor. The expansion is very grad- ual and a large number of alternately fixed and revolving blades are neces- sary to effect complete expansion. Be- cause of the small pressure drop in each stage, low peripheral velocities are THE REDWOOD 299 possible with high over-all efficiency. The Westinghouse and Allis-Chal- mers designs of the Parsons turbine are the best known examples of this type. In the combined impulse and reac- tion type the high pressure elements are of the impulse type and the low pressure elements of the reaction type. The Westinghouse- Parsons double-flow, high-pressure turbine is typical of this class, and is virtually a combination of the Cur- tis and Parsons designs. ting machinery such as reciprocating air compressors, rolling mills, etc. Al- though the reciprocating engine will probably continue to be an important factor in the power world for years to come, its field of usefulness is being gradually limited by the steam turbine. In comparison with the reciprocat- ing engine, the steam turbine has a great many advantages over the former — simplicity of construction, no rub- bing surfaces, no stuffing boxes, no pis- tons. The rotors and bucket wheels are made up of a large number of Fl0..2r Sect igh 10,000 Kilowatt Westinghouse Double-flow Turbine. The development of the turbine has been so rapid that the best turbines nine years ago are virtually obsolete today. Steam turbines are now em- ployed for driving alternating current generators, turbo compressors, pumps, blowers, and marine propellers. In ma- rine work we find them driving ocean liners and battleships. By means of a suitable back gear the turbine may be adapted to the driving of slow rota- parts, but after once put together and properly installed they do not require continual care. The piston egine requires three times as much floor space and weighs eight times as much as a steam turbine in- stallation of the same capacity. In some cases where floor space is limited, the turbines are placed on a floor above the boilers, permitting short steam connections and economy of 300 THE REDWOOD space. The regulation of the steam turbine is very close for large varying loads and. has shown an average fluc- tuation of two percent from no load to full load and an average of three per- cent from no load to 100 percent over- load. This characteristic adapts the turbine particularly well for alternat- ing current generators. It also has a higher range for overload and can car- ry same much easier than the recipro- cating engine. In comparing steam consumption of reciprocating engines and turbines there is very little choice for sizes be- low 2000 kilowatts capacity if both use same condition of steam and ex- hausted at same pressure. But here again the turbines takes the lead by using much higher supei- heats and pres- sures and condensing down to very low back pressures. Owing to the absence of internal lubrication in a turbine, much higher superheated steam of a higher pressure can be used without the inherent lubrication difficulties and valve troubles found on piston engines. The absence of oil in con- densed steam is also another great ad- vantage, rendering boiler feed water without purification. Considering first cost, steam tur- bines are from 10 to 15 per cent lower, and the expense of attendance and maintenance is about 25 per cent less than piston engines of a similar capa- city, — this of course depending upon the character of installation. For sizes over 2000 kilowatt capacity the turbine is in a class of its own, and it has played an important part in the solution of problems where large quantities of electrical power were to be generated. With the growing de- mand for electrical energy, grows the demand for an economical means of generating it. At first thought one would think that hydroelectric generation would be the only solution, but this is brought out to the contrary by recent compari- sons, and where long transmission lines must be maintained. The turbo-gener- ator is the cheapest in most cases. Large turbine-equipped generating plants have been put in operation throughout the country during the last few years. Turbo-generator units ranging from 1000 to 30000 kilowatts have been operating successfully, and that these large units are sviccessful is evidenced by the fact that the Inter- borough Rapid Transit Company of New York City is at present consider- ing the installation of two 60,000 kilo- watt generator sets, each to be driven by a turbine. Each turbine unit will consist of one high-pressure and two low-pressure turbines connected in mul- tiple. These turbine sets will be the largest in the world, the next largest having been ordered from The General Electric Company by the Detroit Edi- son Company and rated at 50,000 kilo- watts. Development in magnitude and eco- nomy of the steam turbine during re- cent years has taken such strides that the future seemingly holds many sur- prises in store. Scarcely a year ago THE REDWOOD 301 Mr. Francis Hodgkinson, designer of the 30,000 kilowatt cross compound units for the Interborough Rapid Tran- sit Company, predicted that using the principle of cross compounding, single units of 50,000 or 100,000 kilowatts would soon be in use. It is now a reality, as orders have been placed with the Westinghouse Electric Company for a unit of 70,000 kilowatt capacity. Judging from these results the steam turbine has come to stay and — who knows ? — perhaps it will help to solve the problem of the elec- trification of transcontinental rail- roads. Mv. S ttpl m 3[tglftoa JOHN WALSH R. Steve TigKtwad was fond of the " dougK " , 111 Old TigKtwad ! To loosen a crumb, Kow consumedly slow Was TigKtwad. His sis with her orphans called on hin one day, Their -financial condition being in a sad way. But he bade them all go to — well, distant Cathay, Did miserly, heartless Steve Tightwad. Next day he was found very dead in his bed — Was Tightwad. Ne ' er a blessing was breathed by the poor o ' er the head Of Tightwad. His heirs fell to scramble for Steve ' s yellow gold. And it went like the duece " , as the neighbors foretold. While unheeded grew brier and weed o ' er the mould Of unblest and unmourned Steve Tightwad. And where is the niggarly soul to be sure Of Tightwad That was closed to the cry of the orphan and poor ? Say, Tightwad ! Are you welcomed by Lazarus on your death-day To Abrahams ' s bosom forever and aye ? Or are you with Dives not far from Cathay, And having like Dives " the devil to pay " ? Oh ! unfortunate Mr. Tightwad ! Oh ! woefully helpless Steve Tightwad ! Oh ! golden calf-worshiper Tightwad ! ! ! 302 Stucco as an Exterior Wall Finish M. J. Selaya, A. E., ' 19 HILE stucco has been a factor in building construction for cen- turies past, tlie recent economic production, through the general use of Portland ce- ment, has so materially enlarged its sphere of usefulness that it is regarded in the light of a new product. The very fact that added strength and durabil- ity has been given it by this powerful medium has done much to encourage men to regard it as a legitimate cover- ing for the protection and beautifying of porous and unsightly walls. It reached a high state of develop- ment first with the Persians, Greeks and Romans, and later with the Moors. On this continent stucco was used ex- tensively in Colonial days, chiefly by the Dutch settlers in New York and the Germans in Pennsylvania. Tt gen- erally provided a covering for rubble walls, the stone being laid in what was a little better than clay mud. Cement at that time was unknown and lime an expensive imported material. These crudely built walls soon began to dete- riorate under the action of rain and frost, and to protect them an applica- tion of stucco was made, composed of sand and shell lime. This mixture did not resist the repeated attacks of water and cold any too well and therefore was itself partially protected by wide overhanging eaves giving orig ' in to the well-known " Germantown Hood " and the projecting roof lines of the Dutch Colonial style. Again we find mud stucco in the adobe huts of Mex- co, lime stucco in the Missions of Cali- fornia and coral stucco in Florida and Bermuda. However until the advent of Portland cement, stucco was not able to Avithstand the ravages of time ex- cept in countries where the climate was warm and dry. Stucco as it is prepared today is a carefully proportioned mixture of Portland cement and sand or pulver- ized stone with the addition of water, applied as a covering to the unfinished outside wall of a structure, the con- struction of the wall being either stone, brick, tile, concrete or wood. Lime is often used as an ingredient of stucco to make it more plastic and so that the mixture will work easier un- der the trowel. If ordinary quick- lime is used, however, its admission is more than likely to be for the purpose of effecting a saving in cost. This is poor economy, for caustic lime as ordi- narily prepared at the building site is a factor neither of strength nor of dur- 303 304 THE REDWOOD ability. If it is desired to use lime it should be hydrated. Hydrated lime is a compound formed by the union of lime and water. Fresh caustic lime is crushed and treated with just sufficient water to combine with it chemically, producing a dry powder. Fascinating as the old wooden houses are, they are not in sympathy with the present day civilization. Wooden buildings cannot keep pace with the march of progress and it indicates no lack of respect for these one-time giants of architecture to suggest that their propagation cease. The day of wood for the exterior covering of the house has gone by and stucco has largely taken its place. Curiously enough, stucco lends itself with extraordinary readiness to almost any architectural design that may be suited to the particular environment. That the lay of the land and the needs and characteristics of the occupants determine the style of architecture to be employed is an undisputed fact, but it is no exaggeration to say that there are few or any instances in suburban or rural communities of America where sand and gravel prevail that stucco can not be fittingly employed to ex- press the spirit of the neighborhood. The poor quality and costliness of wood and its steady decay, have not been the only factors in spurr ' ing men to search for better struc tural mate- rials. The horrors and losses due to fire have shocked and aroused them into activity, and the promised advent of unburnable houses at moderate costs is a cause for great rejoicing. The fact that his house will stay put up for cen- turies does not interest the Amer ' ican as keenly as does the assurance that it will not disappear over night with all his treasures. Incidentally he is pleased to know that the maintenance and insurance will be reduced to a minimum. From an artistic standpoint perfect uniformity of shade in stucco is not essential or even desirable. A certain amount of blending variation in tone is pleasing to the eye while a perfectly even color lacks character. Of course an abrupt line of demarcation such as would be procured by a radical change in the mixture, or the difference in workmanship of one man from another or from a change in weather during the operation, is not always desired. One thing should not be lost sight of; a finished stucco house looks its worst at the moment of completion. It contin- ues to improve in appearance with age. If stucco of a decided color is desir- ed, only mineral colors should be em- ployed, but should be used sparingly and limited to carbon black, ochre and red oxides of iron and their combina- tions. It should be borne in mind that coloring matter reduces the strength of the stucco. However, very pleasing shades may be obtained without the use of pigments; for instance, gray- ish white, pure white and light buff. The first is secured by mixing crushed white quartz with ordinary gray ce- THE REDWOOD 305 ment; the second by marble dust with white cement, and the third by yellow sand or gravel with white cement. If pigments are used they should be mixed dry Avith the sand or gravel and then with the cement. A uniform mix- ture can not be obtained if the ingredi- ents are wet. Mixing in paste form is sure to distribute the color unevenly, and the trowel striking a lump of color will produce a spot or streak. By mix- ing the ingredients dry, a sufficient amount for the entire operation may be made and kept until needed, water being added to such quantities as may be immediately required. This method prevents the unevenness in color that generally occurs when " batches " are mixed at different times. Stucco has a great deal to recom- mend it in house construction, but like most things also has its conspicuous drawbacks. When properly mixed and applied it is durable, inexpensive to maintain, giving a warm covering in winter and a coo l one in summer, pleas- ing to the eye and susceptible to an un- limited number of variations in text- ure and color. When badly or care- lessly made and applied no material could be worse, for if it does not fall off entirely it will peel off in sections, bulge, crack, absorb water, spot, streak and take on either a dull gray or mixt- ure of tints as the ill chosen or poor workmanship has determined. Stucco should never be applied in freezing weather. If the water freezes before the cement has set, the stucco will not harden. Nor should stucco ever be disturbed before the cement has set, otherwise it will not adhere to the surface to which it is applied. Stuccoing should always be started at the top of the building and the work carried downward to some projecting member. If it is impossible to complete an entire wall during one operation, the work should be halted at some divi- sion line, such as a band window or door. If three coats are applied, the surface of the first and second should be deeply scratched while they are wet, and three coats are desirable if the fin- ish is to be smooth. For a rough coat and pebble-dash finish, two coats will suffice, but the total thickness of the stucco should not be less than one inch. The fine hair-cracks that frequently appear upon the finished surfaces of stucco are generally due to the rapid evaporation of the water before the ce- ment has had time to set. These cracks may be largely avoided by stuccoing on a dark, cloudy day when there is little or no wind, or by protecting the stucco from the sunshine and breeze by means of screens or other devices. An occasional crack if not too large, or due to a structural defect is not a serious blemish. In fact a flawless one-toned wall is apt to be painfully monotonous and must be partly cov- ered with vines before it can lay claim to any beauty. Vines are essential as a covering to outside walls as draperies and pictures are to the inside plastered walls of a room. They relieve the monotony of 306 THE REDWOOD an expanse of wall and soften its rigid lines. Contrary to the generally ac- cepted idea that vines induce dampness into the walls on which they cling, the foliage acts as a protection, shedding the water and breaking the force of a driving storm. A stucco wall or sur- face of brick or stone for that matter rarely becomes a part of the landscape iintil it receives a dress of creeping and clinging foliage. Lattice or trellis work is a valuable adjunct to stucco in breaking up a too uniform stretch of wall surface and in concentrating the eye about some sali- ent feature such as the door or arch- way. It serves as a support for vines and affords an effective and inexpens- ive form of decollation. It is not necessary for the finish of stucco to be spotless and even in tone, provided the variation in color is agree- able and not caused by the use of un- clean materials. The softening tones which age will give to the stucco im- proves its appearance, and conse- quently there are many instances where an unevenness in color upon the completion of the work needs no quar- rel with the contractor. The concep- tion of the architect should determine whether or not the appearance is such as will contribute or detract from the completed picture a few years hence. (Eonu raattnn F. BUCKLEY McGURRIN QT once a blessing and a bligKt, A God-send and a curse . . - . TKe refuge of tkose wKose niental calibre Is too small to grant them tKe eloquence of silence: TKe Bore ' s spiritus vitale — His all-in-all — His cKlorine gas More deadly tKan any vapor Teuton Kas devised: The pulse of Society , , . . The prop of Conventionality .... The keystone in the arch of necessary things: The vehicle of God-like souls And gems of thought that shame the diamond: The Lover ' s stepping stone To soul-stirrings far too sweet for words .... Thing most abominable: Thing most cherished: Thou King of paradoxes: Thou most soul -shrivelling superfluity: Thou of the world ' s pillars the most essential: O, Conversation ! Shall I curse or bless thee? 307 Electric Welding Richard D. Fox, M. E., 17 and watched hammer the EARLY everyone is familiar with the common blacksmith method of welding. Either we have stood by, safely out of the way of flying sparks, the toiling blacksmith two glowing, sizzling pieces of metal together into a weld; or perhaps, having been in a class in shop work we have very vivid memo- ries of having a firm hold of a large sledge hammer while we tried vainly to hammer the iron, dodge the sparks, and listen to the instructor ' s shouted directions as to how, when, and where to strike — all at one time. To those who have had the experience, electric Avelding seems a sinecure. Electric welding works on the princi- ple that in an electric are or in fact when a very heavy current passes through a resistant body, a great heat is generated. Working on this prin- ciple, Mr. Elihu Thomson, a well- known engineer of New York, first brought out a system of electric weld- ing. Since then many others have worked on the problem till at the present we have three distinct processes: the arc, the incandescent and the electro-per- cussive. The process using the arc, with direct current, is again subdivid- ed into the Zerener, Bernardos, and Slavianoff processes. The incandescent type is also divided into the La Grange Hoho, using direct current, and the Thomson, using alternating current. The first of these, the Zerener, con- sists of an electric arc drawn between two carbon electrodes. This arc is then directed on the metals to be welded until they melt and begin to run to- gether. The Bernardos differs from the Ze- rener in that, although an are is used, the parts to be welded form one elec- trode and a carbon rod the other. The arc is then drawn between the two and the resulting heat melts the parts that are to be welded. The Slavianoff is very similar to the Bernardos, being different only in that in place of the carbon rod, a metal rod is used. These three processes require no pressure. The metal is simply raised to the melting point and allowed to unite and cool. In the La Grange Hoho and Thomson systems, it is ne- cessary that when the parts are incan- descent, they be butted together under pressure, so as to be sure of a success- ful weld. In the La Grange Hoho, the THE REDWOOD 309 metals to be welded form one electrode in an acidulated bath, with a large con- ducting plate for the other electrode. The parts themselves form the elec- trodes in the Thomson system, and as they are butted together under pres- sure, they form a resistence across which an extremely heavy current at from 2 to 4 volts, is drawn from a weld- ing transformer. The ends of the metal brought together in this way, immedi- ately fuse and run together into a homogeneous weld. PRINCIPLE OF THE WELDING TRANSFORMER Primary Terminals A Thomson system welding trans- former consists of a primary circuit which receives energy from ordinary service at from 200 to 1000 volts or from one hundred to four hundred times the voltage required to make a weld. The secondary circuit usually consists of a single turn of very heavy copper section. To the terminals of this secondary are attached the clamps and vice grips for holding the work. Assuming that the primary circuit draws 10 amperes at 200 volts and that the ratio of turns primary to second- ary is 100 to 1, then accordingly the current in the secondary would be 1000 amperes at 2 volts pressure. This system is employed in all kinds of welding, from the lightest electric welded woven fence to the heaviest railway rail joint. The electro-percussive process is the newest of the systems of electric weld- ing and consequently comparatively little is known of its possibilities, par- ticularly in regard to its adaptability. So far, work in this field has been con- fined to the welding of small parts such as wires and the like. In this process, the metals to be welded, which also form the electrodes, are brought sud- denly into percussive contact with a condenser discharge through them at the time of contact. At the instant of contact, the condenser current is so heavy that the joined ends of the met- als are vaporized by the explosive dis- charge, and, owing to the blow deliv- ered, are forged together. On account of the brightness of the arc, most welding must be done in an enclosure. It has been found, also, that the operator must be thoroughly protected from the rays of the arc. Not only his eyes, but his whole body must be covered, since exposure to the arc produces an inflammation which close- ly resembles sunburn, with, however, no further bad effects. Although 310 THE REDWOOD gloves for the hands and the clothing ing, the following data may be of in- are sufficient safeguards for the body, terest : the eyes, being so much more sensitive. At the works of the Westinghouse must be further protected with special Electric and Mfg. Co. East Pittsburg, colored glasses to keep out the injuri- Pennsylvania, the following results ous arc rays. were obtained with the carbon-arc in In comparing the relative cost of the welding of rings, taking into con- electric and ordinary methods of weld- sideration the labor costs only. Sections Smith-welds Are welds 1 " xli 2 " $ .59 $ .51 lVi " xiy2 " .66 .30 li 2 " x2 " 1.13 .45 l% " x2i 2 " 1.25 .45 2 " x6 " 3.05 .85 The following figures were supplied were figured on a basis of $.51 per hr. by one of the large American railroads for the carbon arc and 17c for the and compare the cost of welding with metal arc for power; plus the cost of either the cost of replacing the part or direct labor, and an overhead charge repair by previous methods. The costs of 40%. Railroad Repair Work. Cost of replacement or repair Operation Cost of " Weld by former methods Welding tender draftarm $1.11 $ 19.08 Repairing mud ring 6.50 34.57 Building up 4 valve flanges 9.52 24.20 Welding eccentric strap 1.08 41.28 Welding driving box 5.75 39.31 Welding spokes in wheel center 7.72 68.05 Welding cracks in firebox 4.23 24.35 Welding bridge in flue sheets 2.88 20.12 Building up flat spots on drivers 40 225.00 In the last item, that regarding the ed and the consequent loss of at least building up of flat spots on drivers of a year ' s wear on tires, locomotives, the cost of repair by meth- As to the most successful use of the ods other than welding takes into ac- electric weld, it has been found that count the cost of turning down all wrought iron and various kinds of drivers, as would otherwise be requir- steels make at once the strongest and THE REDWO OD 311 the evenest welds. While cast and malleable iron can be welded, they are very uncertain as to strength and in the welding of cast iron, the part is frequently rendered glass-hard, which is very troublesome when any machin- ing must be done. The Thomson Electric Welding Co., the pioneer in the field of electric welding and conse- quently the most experienced in this line, g ' ives the following list as covering the metals and alloys that can be welded. Metals — Wrought iron, cast iron, wrought copper, lead, tin, zinc, anti- mony, cobalt, nickel, bismuth, alumi- num, silver, platinum, pure gold, and manganese. Alloys — Various grades of tool and mild steel, steel castings chrome mushet, stubs, crescent, Bessemer and nickel steels, wrought brass, gun metal, brass composition, fuse and type metal, German silver, aluminum-iron alloys, aluminum brass, aluminum bronze, phosphor bronze, silicon bronze, coin silver and various grades of gold. Combinations, or different metals which may be welded together — Copper to brass copper to German silver, cop- per to gold, copper to silver, brass to wrought iron, tin to zinc, tin to brass, brass to German silver, brass to plati- num, brass to mild steel, wrought iron to cast steel, wrought iron to tool steel, steel to platinum, gold to silver, gold to German silver, gold to platinum, sil- ver to platinum wrought iron to mushet, stubs, or crescent steel, wrought iron to cast brass, wrought iron to German silver, tin to lead, mild steel to tool steel, and nickel steel to machine steel. From the above, it is easily seen that there is practically no limit to the com- binations that may be welded by this means. If the process seems limited in certain respects, as in the welding of cast and malleable iron, we must re- member that electric welding contains many phases which yet remain to be investigated, and as we see improve- ment day by day, with the bringing out of new processes, we surely cannot say that the few defects it may have are incapable of correction. Modern Highways W. J. Christy, C. E. ' 16 IRECTLY or indirectly, the effects of good highways are felt and appreciated in every department of our so- cial life. They are the arteries which carry the life blood of a community, and by them one may judge its character, its strength and its progressiveness. Improvement in highway construc- tion has of necessity followed the ad- vent and development of the automo- bile, because a good smooth road is ab- solutely essential for obtaining the full efficiency of the motor car, and adds greatly to the pleasure and safety of motoring. The pleasure and recreation which an automobile brings cannot be reck- oned in cold cash. The ever increas- ing popularity and steady demand for the motor vehicle is ample proof of its merits — but without good roads its use- fulness would be seriously impaired. Pioneer motorists often found them- selves in trouble. It was not very pleas- ant to be occasionally stuck fast in axle-deep mud. On the other hand rough roads full of ruts and " chuck- holes " resulted for the motorist in a series of discomforts from broken springs to wrecked nerves. These an- noying experiences gave a strong im- petus to the popular " Good Roads Movement " . With the development of the motor vehicle for commercial purposes the need of good roads became more and more evident. The constantly decreas- ing cost of machines and the range of uses to which they can be put has led the good work on with such results that we now see a veritable network of highways spreading over the entire country. The construction of this system of highways was too large to be left to each county or district to " bungle " , so the states assumed control, unify- ing and systematizing the work. Cali- fornia, with its fair climate and beauti- ful scenery, is a paradise to the motor- ist because the state, recognizing its opportunities, quickly took advantage of them and became a leader in the construction and development of first- class roadways. Several highways have been built mainly as scenic routes. NotaWe among these is the Columbia River Highway which unfolds the wonders of the Columbia River Gorge. The Pike ' s Peak Highway in Colorado is another example of this type. It is interesting 312 THE REDWOOD 313 to note that it is a toll road being financed by private capital. Good roadways are also an import- ant item in a sound " Preparedness " policy, for in war time they are a val- uable asset in either offensive or de- fensive warfare. The wise old Romans knew the military value of the rapid movement of troops and spent much ef- fort in constructing and maintaining good roads. Their splendid military roads amply proved their effectiveness. Many of these highways like the Via Appia are in good condition today after 2000 years of service. The importance of the auto in the warfare of today is established; they are fast supplanting the army mule in transportation of war material, and and poor roads would cripple their ef- ficiency. Who can say what delay would mean in a crisis? It would be too late to build roads after war was declared and modern artillery must have good roads and strong bridges if it is to be effective. Road making underwent a change with the coming of the auto. It soon was evident that the old construction was not strong enough for the service. It was a new problem and little was known about it. More thought was given to the subject and experimental roads were built and their behavior under traffic studied. The results of these experiments were discussed and debated at length in the engineering press and this discussion and exchange of ideas hastened development and stimulated interest. Two general types have resulted; broken-stone roads and concrete pavement roads. The objects in paving is to distrib- ute the load over the foundations, to present a smooth hard wearing surface with its easy riding qualities and low tractive resistance, and to maintain a permanent, hard and impervious sur- face, thus insuring a good road in win- ter when earth roads are usually in their worst condition. Most soils form good foundations when dry, but water softens them, causing them to heave and settle un- evenly, thus breaking up and destroy- ing the pavement. Therefore it is of prime importance that the foundation be thoroughly drained. This is accom- plished by side ditches or tile drains. Culverts and bridges everywhere stand as evidences of the engineer ' s respect for the destructive power of water. The most important elements that govern the choice of a type of pave- ment are: available funds, available materials, and the amount and kind of traffic. The choice must not be a haphazard guess, but the advantages, disadvant- ages and relative costs of the different types must be weighed and studied be- fore a decision is made. Good construction requires the prop- er combination of good materials, and in order to obtain the best results the raw materials should be tested care- fully to determine their quality and the proper proportions to be used. A broken stone road is a road paved with crushed stone applied in lay- 314 THE REDWOOD ers and compacted by rolling un- til it is a homogenous mass. Small stone compacts best and gives a smooth- er surface, the size depending upon the toughness of the stone and the kind of traffic. Small sizes crushes easily under heavy loads. The bottom layer is usually 3 or 4 inches in thickness, while the vs earing surface is 1 2 to 2 inches thick, according to the type of stone and the kind of traffic. In quality the stone must be hard so as to support the loads placed upon it; tough so as to stand the impact and abrasion of the moving wheels. In order to thoroughly compact the stone, it is applied in layers and each layer is rolled separately. The rolling is of the utmost importance. If it is not rolled enough the fragments of stone will not be firmly bonded together. If the roll- er is too heavy or the stone rolled too much the pavement will rupture and fall to pieces. When properly built of good stone the road will stand up well under moderately heavy traffic. Concrete in highways is under hard service and must be of the best. It must be hard and tough to stand the shocks and abrasive action that it will receive. It is a new construction ma- terial, but our limited experience shows that to get the best concrete the raw materials must be of proven quality and the right proportion for the mix- ture be determined by suitable tests. This proportion must be adhered to, strictly, in the actual mixing on the job and the mixing itself must be thor- ough. Fresh concrete should be kept damp while setting. Expansion joints must be provided for the expansion of the pavement. Different methods of finishing the surface are used. A wearing coat of asphalt has been applied, with good success on many sections of the Cali- fornia State Highways. If properly built the concrete road will stand the heaviest automobile traf- fic and will make a lasting road. But the work is not finished when the pav- ing is completed. The maintenance is as important as the construction. The best road will not last forever, but the repair of defects as soon as they appear will result in a much longer life and better service of the road. The Raw Recruit Francis M. Conneally HE cloud-flecked Mexi- can sky surrendered its last beams of twinkling star-light and the beau- tiful purple of the east betokened the coming of another day. The luxuriant verdure of the hills about re- flected the first sparkling heralds of morning from the fleece-spotted heav- ens of blue into the narrow defile be- low. In that grey morning light the nar- row valley lay in splendor, with its grassy stretches and sparkling streams ; while in the very center arose the many tents of the California Regiment of National Guards, Company " B " . All were lost in deep slumber, except a few sentries who were making the last rounds of the camp. At the extreme edge of the camp, which was situated alongside the little stream, a log fire was burning brightly. A detachment of men entered the camp ; they had spent the entire night in the cold, dirty trenches which are situated near the ridge of low hills. Two men were carefully carrying a stretcher. Its mortally wounded occu- pant was Colonel Bowlings, the com- mander of the regiment. A Mexican sniper had done his work. Colonel Bowlings had fought in the war with Mexico six years before and had been rewarded for his valor by the commendation of the people of the United States. He had retired to his cheerful suburban home near San Francisco as soon as the trouble was settled, but at the recent outbreak, he had modestly asked permission to serve as a common soldier. Owing to his ability as a leader, he was placed at the head of Company " B " . As the party reached camp the re- veile sounded, and the place was soon alive with hungry soldiers who immediately began their morning meal. Acting under wise motives the news of their popular commander ' s death was kept from them. At that time the little army was in a very perilous position. Behind the hills which hemmed them in on both sides, were the rebel Mexicans ' who delight in hidden war-fare. The food supply was not very abundant, and to cap the climax their daring and in- trepid leader had passed away. Now the only safety was to send news to headquarters just across the border- line. But to reach there seemed an utter impossibility since they were so closely watched. Lieutenant Harris was an ideal sol- dier ; a graduate of one of the best col- 315 316 THE REDWOOD leges in the east and a man of honor. Above all he was a good, practical Catholic, and next to his God came his duty toward his country. He had serv- ed under Colonel Bowlings only a short time, but his earnest efforts, his zeal and his patriotism won for him universal respect. Hence, he naturally was put in command at the present moment by virtue of the Colonel ' s death. The morning meal was not yet over, when Harris stepped out of his tent as natty and bright as he was on the first day of his entrance into the service. Yet bright and cheery as outwardly he seemed, there was a look of sadness in his eyes and a deep furrow ran across his brow, caused no doubt by the sudden sad news of the early morning. He proceeded toward the mess-board where everything was din and confu- sion. " Morning, Lieutenant, " was the cheery all-around salutation which greeted him upon his appearance. " Good morning. Men, " replied Har- ris, as he wended his way to a few boxes near the entrance of the tent. These he placed together, and after making a substantial platform, he mounted. A sudden hush came over all the men and they left their rations un- touched and with eager faces looked up to the young, handsome officer, who doubtless had something of grave im- portance to deliver to them. " Boys, " said Harris, " I have some news for you. It ' s not any too good, but it could be much worse. Last night Captain Bowlings was wounded in the trenches, his present condition is very critical, but we hope he may pull through all right. In the mean- while I am authorized to give orders and my first is that you fellows watch out for those Mexican snipers. " " " We will, " was the general cry as Lieutenant Harris left the tent. But hardly had the day passed when two of Uncle Sam ' s men fell victims to the ugly, sneaking war-fare of the Mexi- cans. On the following day, Gerard Wall- ings, a raw recruit, passed the sentry lines and leisurely plodded along the stream ' s edge. His thoughts were far from his present position, they were resting in dear old California — with his aged mother. " I ' ve disgraced her by my brawls and heaped ignomy upon her by my thefts, but still she bore it all. My God! I ' ll make a new man out of my- self. I ' 11 not use the name of Wallings until I am able to face the whole world without flinching. I will make myself worthy of being called her son. " Such was the half audible utterance of Ger- ard as he kept walking along the grassy bank. ' ' What was that ? — a voice ! ' ' Ger- ard quickly hid himself behind a clump of bushes and waited silently. Yes it was a voice — not one; two were audible. They were the low, THE REDWOOD 317 treacherous, giitteral voices of the rebel Mexicans. It was their native tongue, but Ger- ard, who had been raised in a state where Spanish was spoken, understood. From his secluded spot he heard a plot and was immediately interested. " Ha! Ha! This American — Harris, he think I tell the truth— Ah! When he do as I say — go out by El Diablo Pass. Ah ! Then they will all be killed. Ha ! Ha ! These Americanos. These Gringos ! ' ' Bueno ! Bueno 1 Miguel, you have a fine head for war. Ah, yes, we will kill them. Ah ! Bueno ! ' ' At this juncture the " zap " of a re- peater rang out, and when the report had died away, Gerard heard the same low voice of the Mexican say, " Ah! American dog — he go to the devil — I get him in the chest ! ' ' What ! Could it be possible that this was the invisible enemy that was con- tinually picking off the best men in the regiment? Two low down sneak- ing greazers were " potting " the men of the States ! " God help me, " whispered Gerard as he aimed his revolver at the nearest figure. " If I should miss, — No, I ' ll hit him. " And so he did. The bullet lodged itself in the man ' s stomach. As he fell forward in his little pit, the other man seized the rifle and began to look over to the camp. " Oh, the devil, I hate to pot him in the back " — snap — a twig broke un- der the pressure of his foot. Quick as a cat the Mexican turned, no sooner had he seen the figure of Gerard, than a livid flash belched from the U. S. Colt .45 and found place in the head of the sniper. " Gosh! " exclaimed Gerard as he placed the pistol back in his belt. " The first two shots I fired since I left home, but they certainly told. " He then began to search the two bodies for any dispatches. He found nothing, so he satisfied himself by taking the gun back to camp. It was noon-time and all the camp was in a bustle ; men were packing their arms, tents and ammunition into the only army wagon which was avail- able. As Gerard neared the outskirts of the camp he thought of running to Lieutenant Harris immediately and telling him what he had heard and seen. He had reached the sentry line when a guard came toward him. The sentry persisted in shoving a very business-like gun into Gerard ' s face. " Why — err — , Look at my uniform — see I ' m a recruit! Honest I ' ma — " ' ' Come on here, none of the innocent stuff, you march to the guard-house. Even if you are not an enemy you are to go into the lock-up until the Lieu- tenant sees you. " It was useless to offer any resist- ance, for the sentry was by far a more powerful man than Gerard, so our poor recruit walked along as meek as 318 THE REDWOOD a lamb. At the guard-house he was placed in the barred room with an- other guard at the door. " Well, what do you know about that? Here I ' m the only fellow who has the real inside dope on these Mex- icans and they won ' t listen to me. Gee ! I hope Lieutenant Harris comes around before the army starts, if he doesn ' t I ' ll sure get put in the lock-up for three days for being absent from rank. Darn the luck! If only — " Here the bugler ' s note for the start of the march interrupted him, the army was now on its way to El Diablo pass and — death, that is, if G-erard was not let out. He stood up on the bench and gazed on the long file of soldiers — yes, his place was vacant ! In a few moments the soldiers were marching along the pass out of the val- ley, the sun was no longer cheerful and beautiful as in the early morning. Now it was a raging monster pouring down cataracts of heat on the heads of the Company. The beauty of the foliage filled with brightly colored birds was enhanced, but, alas, it is a poisonous luster that holds death in a thousand forms for the unwary. Noxious beds of ivy so cool and inviting, but spumed by the experienced soldiery. There also dwells the venomous reptile, lying in wait for some poor unfortunate who may come too close. At the end of the line of khaki-col- ored uniforms, closely guarded is Ger- ard Wallings. He had been ordered to join in the march at the rear. Of course he had ventured to tell his story, but it was only met with rebuke and a command to keep silent. After marching for nearly an hour, at every step nearing their death from the hands of the Mexicans, the little army came to a halt. With great eagerness the men threw off their heavy shoulder packs and stretched themselves in the cool grass near the bank of a small stream. Here they rested for nearly ten min- utes when again Lieutenant Harris gave the signal to advance. Gerard was mad, hopping mad, for he had asked his guards to let him see his Lieutenant while they had their little rest, but they seemed more anxious to have a smoke than to bother about a raw recruit. When they had continued for nearly a mile, Gerard seemed to throw off his fear of the guards, he was filled with a certain strong determination and, brandishing his Colt .45 in the air, he shouted : " You pack of fools, keep me from seeing my commander if you dare ! ' ' and with a bound he was through the guards and on his way to the head of the line. They stood like petrified trees as Gerard slipped through them. Hearing all the commotion which was caused by the recruit. Lieutenant Harris stopped and turned about. See- ing the figure with a revolver in his hand running frantically, he slid over the side of his horse and whipped out his own weapon. THE REDWOOD 319 " Don ' t shoot, " gasped Gerard, now utterly exhausted from his hard run. Indeed, he would have fallen to the ground had not Harris supported him. " Well, what ' s the trouble about my friend, you seem to be in an awful hur- ry, come, speak up! " quickly interro- gated Harris. Gerard then told him just what had happened and continued in a most pleading tone. " For God ' s sake, be- lieve me. Lieutenant, I ' m telling you the truth, and I ' ll swear to God that if we continue along this journey to the Pass we shall be annihilated. " " Hmm! " continued Harris. " Yes, I wondered why there were only three shots fired today, there ' s generally about twenty. " Well, I ' m certainly un- fit for this commission. To think that I allowed a simple looking, but ex- tremely crafty Mexican to make me be- lieve him when he had the nerve to lie to me and who even swore that he was telling the truth. " A very friendly handshake and Ger- ard resumed his position in the ranks. A word of explanation by the Lieuten- ant, and the long file turned about, each soldier, with only one exception, wondering what was the cause of the sudden start and still more sudden stop. Why they had turned about and headed for the coast of Lower California, they knew not. But true to their name as soldiers, they simply obeyed and asked no questions. Like an enormous transparent globe the sun slowly gleamed upon the west- ern hills and seemed to spill her glori- ous aurora over the surrounding fortifications of the border-line. It was into this scene that Company " B " slowly trudged, a weary band of in- fantry with grim-faced Lieutenant Harris straggling at their head sup- ported by a mere recruit — Gerard Wallings. The Lieutenant was fever shaken and sick, but still in his usual determination he had already begun to prepare for another invasion. In a few days San Diego was reach- ed. Here ammunition and food sup- plies were replenished and prepara- tions for attacking the Mexicans near El Diablo Pass were made. The little company had hardly spent three days in the quaint Spanish town when a message from the Dreaduaught " Viser " explained how General Glow had taken the entire army of the Mex- icans in a quick and decisive engage- ment near El Diablo Pass. Never was there so much celebration in the little town as when the news came that the trouble in Mexico was over. But still more celebration was seen in the California Regiment when Lieutenant Harris was given a com- mission for Colonel. Harris could hardly keep from shed- ding tears when he was rewarded for a deed that he had never accomplished by his own power. With a choking voice he addressed the Major and told him the true, but nevertheless very strange story of Gerard Wallings — the raw recruit. 320 THE REDWOOD It was only a month later that Ger- ard Wallings was summoned to appear before the Major and there with pomp and ceremony he was presented with the special commission of a Lieuten- ant. " My boy, " added the Major, " now go back to your mother, she needs you. " " Thank God! at last I can face my mother — my dear old mother, and be a man. " » Today as a visitor may pass through the small, but pretty town of San Ma- teo, there on a very conspicuous hill he can see a magnificent home. Upon inquiring who lives there he is told that " there dwells a hero and his mother. ' ' f0u mb 31 By R. J. Y ' J OU and I on life ' s rugged road -i Travel at equal pace abreast; But how explain tKat my way is down, WKile your ' s leads upward to manhood ' s crest? You, with the pulse of life at full — I, with a beat that is failing fast. You, in the gleam of the sun-lit morn, I, in the shadows by evening cast. At equal pace by the moments timed Unequally we reach life ' s goal Rich or poor, in pleasure or in pain; Such is the journey of the soul. As you are now, so once was I; As I am now, you once may be. Alike and yet unlike we tread The path of eternity. 321 PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to l nit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER EXCHANGES ALUMNI . - - - UNIVERSITY NOTES - ATHLETICS - - ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER F BUCKLEY McGURRIN G. M. DESMOND C. K. CANELO JORDAN L. MARTINELLI J. C. MURPHY G. A. NICHOLSON EDWARD L. NICHOLSON LOUIS T. MILBURN R. W. KEARNY A. T. LEONARD C. D. SOUTH EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI .00 a year; single copies IS cents EDITORIAL „ . . To harness the Muse to - . , a transit ; to put 0. Number tt • . • Henry into jumpers; to work out denouments via logarithms — that sounds like rather a difficult undertaking, doesn ' t it? And yet our dauntless engineers have attacked the problem with the same zestful zeal that they would display in bridging Second Creek or building a tunnel un- der the bay. We can understand why an intelligent person should essay to become an engineer. The profession is as ancient as the pyramids. That intel- ligent person, too, deserves a great deal of credit for attempting to master a craft so intricate. But why under heaven should that same intelligent person, having once decided on dealing with retaining walls and conduits until 322 THE REDWOOD 323 death doth them part, have hankerings to bud as a journalist? Engineering is bad enough, but journalism— words fail. Still, there ' s no accounting for tastes. " We once saw a man at the Or- pheum who started his act by playing a mandolin. Then he fooled around on a pile of chairs until he lost his balance and we lost our composure. Not content with that, he outlined his wife with daggers. And he wound up by catch- ing a sixteen inch shell on the back of his neck. Now, that man could prob- ably have earned a living for both him- self and his wife merely by playing the mandolin. Some people will pay to hear that kind of music, you know. Why didn ' t he? Why do the other stunts? Risking his wife ' s life with the daggers might not be as silly as it appears at first glance. But that six- teen inch shell was a heavy risk for his own neck. This doesn ' t prove any- thing, excepting, perhaps, that the man was versatile, but it does bear out what we said; namely, that there ' s no accounting for tastes. Like the man, our engineers are ver- satile. And they demand that the world be informed of the fact. Hence the Engineering Number of the Red- wood. It ' s mostly about engineering, as might be expected. It is almost al- together the work of the engineers, as might not be expected so confidently. We always cherished the opinion that they are good engineers — never mind the reason. And since we have brush- ed elbows with the copy for this issue, we have come to the conclusion that they are also above the average as journalists. We sincerely hope that you will think so, to, and by being con- vinced of the second, take the first for granted. Or better still, don ' t take anything for granted. Merely read the various articles on engineering subjects with which the book abounds. If you don ' t encounter, in the reading, a suf- ficiency of technical terms and real, bona-fide engineering " dope " to con- vince you, nothing can. So if you like it, everyone will be satisfied. We surely do hope that such will be the case. The Engineering Staff who hold down the editorial jobs this month have worked with commendato- ry diligence, and we take this occasion to thank them for their labors, and for giving us such a nice issue, and for re- lieving us of a job which, while never tiresome, does not too closely resemble a picnic on Blossom Day. The staff for this issue is: I. Alvin Oliver, M. E. ' 16, editor; W. D. Lotz, C. E. ' 17, assistant editor. Associates: R. D. Fox, M. B. ' 17 Mechanical Engin- eering; Eugene Charles, E. E. ' 17, Electrical Engineering; W. J. Christy, C. E. ' 16, Civil Engineering ; M. J. Se- laya, A. E. ' 18, Architectural Engineer- ing; Harry Miller, E. E. ' 18, Literary; Ed. H. McGlaughlin, C. E. ' 16, Busi- ness Manager. F. Buckley McGurrin. Naturally, when choos- ing the vocation for one ' s life work, much thought and sound deliberation is giv- Engineer ' s Life Work 324 THE REDWOOD en the subject, the opportunities offer- ed being carefully weighed and com- pared to one ' s own inclinations and fit- ness. The question of an adequate remun- eration and congenial work is in almost every case the deciding factor — for above all else be it professional or lay- man, one ' s work must be pleasurable for the successful attainment of the intended end. To the young man of today Engin- eering with all its branches and rami- fications offers, beyond all doubt, the most fertile field for earnest effort and success. The introduction of new methods and new applications of the old, with constant developments along every line of commodity and service have opened up opportunities which await new energy and enterprise. Only a few years ago the automobile was considered an expensive luxury. Today it is one of the most important factors in every day life, for com- merce as well as pleasure. Motor vehicles are rapidly supersed- ing the faithful ' old horse ' in all forms of commercial transit. Increasing demand for these ma- chines has opened up rich fields for experiment and specialization in all its different branches from ignition down to accessories. Electricity, the popular power of the age, was but a decade ago used almost exclusively for lighting purposes. To- day it has been adopted and applied to every purpose and service imagin- able. Its adaption branches into every possible kind of industry and the enor- mous demand thus created offers splen- did opportunities for the technical graduate. He will surely find congen- ial work among some of its branches and specialties. The same is equally true of all other major branches of engineering, be it Civil, Electrical, Mechanical, Mining or Architectural. Every branch bears some immediate relation to our every- day life. The engineer is essential. The present day engineer is some- what of a specialist in his calling, and many have realized this fact by select- ing some minor branch of engineering for their life work. Finally success comes to those who succeed in overcoming the natural ten- dency to take things easy. The young engineer, not unlike any other young professional man, must reckon with a host of difficulties which only per- sistent effort and tenacity of purpose will surmount. The character and sta- bility of the foundation he has pre- pared upon which to build his profes- sional career, must undergo the ' test of time. ' I. Alvin Oliver, Engineering Editor. When, Daniel Webster was traveling in England, so the story goes, the stevedores on the docks at Liverpool turned after him and said " There goes the king of America. " Which shows that appearances sometimes leave wrong impressions. When we picked up the Marquette University Journal we bowed our ven- erable head, which is a favorable sign. But then, alas ! we turned to the ex- change department and found this: " For the most part the several thous- and school papers of the land go along their own, uneventful, age-worn ways, meandering here and there, always seeking the lowest levels. Editors come and go. One is very much like another, and in a generation or two, a deep, rock-bound channel whose for- bidding walls intimidate the man with a new idea, is formed. The course which the years have determined is easy to follow, and so long as the ed- itor does not attempt to scale the walls he cannot go far wrong, " etc. We felt as if we had been hit with a broom, the statements were so sweep- ing. We think that the man should not be so crushingly disappointed at fail- ing to find perfection in college maga- zines. After all, the school paper, daily or weekly or monthly, as the case may be, is only a means to an end. If college periodicals were perfect there would be no further use for them and they would probably cease to exist. And as for new ideas, why, they ' re eternally clamoring for ' em at this end of the line. The man with a new idea is the man ahead these days whether he be editing a college magazine or selling a device by the aid of which straw can be used for fuel on Fords. But duty calls us. The Student Weekly A persistent and thoughtful little visitor appears in our sanctum week after week. Usually he simply records college events and consequent- ly is of little interest to outsiders. But once a month he blossoms forth like a bursting bud — how do you like the alliteration? — and causes us to sit up and take notice. The Student Weekly before us contains three prose articles. Of these the most pertinent and inter- esting is " The Art of Translation. " It gets down to the heart of things and 325 326 THE REDWOOD gives the one great reason why the Latin and Greek classics are falling into disfavor with profaimm vulgus. An arbitrary distinction which might not be accepted by all is made between a living and a dead language. The facts in the case of a much abused man are placed clearly before us in " A Word About Thaddeus Stev- ens. " We are shown the better side of his character and the discussion is brought up to date by a reference to the moving picture production " The Birth of a Nation " , which aroused such a storm of protest and vindica- tion throughout the country. When we saw " Th e Clansman " we naturally became slightly prejudiced against Thaddeus Stevens. But this article changed our opinion of him in great measure, Avhich is saying something. " English Influence in India " at- tempts to show the great advantages which have accrued to India under British rule. But it is biased in its spirit, giving the Hindu credit for be- ing little more than a human beast. With this underlying thought as a basis it goes on to lay before us the oppor- tunities which England has thrown at India ' s feet. The article shows care- ful preparation. In the lack of a short story, which we think might be inserted with profit, v e proceed to the poetry. The verse is the result of a studious application of poetic principles and laws rather than of inspiration, although the " Sonnet to Marcus Aurelius " has a spark of the divine fire. The effective use of allit- eration and assonance is noticeable in both " The Poet " and " Sonnets to Our Southern Highlanders. " For example in the latter we find the lines: " Beside the stream that with proud revelry Doth rush along to meet the mighty brine. ' ' Which are onomatopoetic in their ef- fect. We liked the Student Weekly and aAvait the next monthly literary num- ber. The Martian When first we looked over the Martian we could not understand why many of the articles were signed only with an initial. But when we read " Duck Soup " we could guess why the author did not wish to dis- close his name. But next we turned to ' ' The Voice of the Rain Wind, ' ' and we were forced to admit that such a plain- tive, appealing and withal beautiful little poem had not found its way into our sanctum for many a long day. It is far and away the best literary con- tribution in the issue. " The Light- house " merits a place nearer the front of the book and " Did You Ever " de- serves a place nearer the ads in the back part, or perhaps it could be hid- den beneath some kindly ad. The open- ing poem, " The Season ' s Song, " we liked very well. The short stories " The Limited " and " The Best Policy " are inclined to- wards mediocrity, but we are compen- THE REDWOOD 327 sated for reading the latter by finding that it teaches a wholesome les- son. " Goldie, " and " The Land of Dreams " are more fresh and original. The first is daring and consequently interesting. Although the outcome can be plainly foreseen before we have half finished reading the story we are nevertheless impelled to go on to the end. " The Land of Dreams " is the best short story of the four, and apart from a discrepancy in supposing without explanation that the professor can hear a conversation on a distant planet and apart from a certain obscurity, the story is worthy of high praise. The lengthy discourse on " The Evo- lution of Nations " we read through with interest. But we take issue with the author when he says " It is an im- moral and damnable principle to ad- here to ' My country right or wrong. ' ' ' To our way of thinking the principle to adhere to is " My country right or wrong; to keep her right when she is right and to help make her right when she is wrong. " Articles which are so manifestly prejudical do not correspond with strict neutrality proper to Amer- icans. The Martian as a whole is improving rapidly, and we predict a bright future. The cover of the Pacific Star attracts at once. Looking over the table of contents we are promised a good store of " litero-eats " as a well known The Pacific Star local author and football artist is wont to say. The short stories are built in work- manlike manner about rather time- worn plots. " Dark Alleys " is the best of the three. The 0. Henry ending gives it a " punch " which places it a step higher than its predecessors. " Jimmy Dugan, A. D. T. " is cleverly handled and the interest is sustained until the end. " How It All Happened " tells the story of a criminal ' s repent- ance in his dying hour. There are four bright little essays on various subjects which give the magazine a certain solidity and at the same time furnish some interesting reading. Then there is the poetry. We quote the first two lines of " Phantoms " : " Ye come again, fantastic creatures of The mind, to haunt me day and night alike. " The sentiment of the poem has an appeal all its own but the choppy end- ing, as in the first lines given above, remind us of hash. Shall we ever come to this? " I listen to the sullen ocean roar. The fresh sea breeze doth muss my pompadour. " " In the Garden of Dreams, " with its beautiful imagery, is well above the average of college poetry and rounds out a creditable _,, After reading over The Q . ..... Springhillian we come to the conclusion that the first thing in order is to felicitate 328 THE REDWOOD Spring Hill on its football team. Con- gratulations are next due to the Spring- hillian itself. Two of the authors whose work ap- pears have been reading Poe. One has written a mystery tale with a surpris- ing ending. The other has woven his tale, " Arcadian Nightingales " about a plot evidently suggested by the weird tales of the impetuous master. He has succeeded remarkably well in produc- ing an oppressive and direful atmos- phere. It is significant that we can take letters from the full name of the author of " Bird Life of Spring Hill " and form the name of the lover of nature and bird-life, Audubon. The article shows an extensive knowledge of the feath- ered inhabitants of the South, and is especially interesting to those living far from Spring Hill. " Suppose It Should Happen " teems with vague hints of Spring Hill char- acters. We couldn ' t help catching hold of a few of the suggestions, e. g., " He put his head out from behind a tree just in time to see a massive ' Lunch Hook ' catch ' Doc ' amidship, " etc. The reference, of course, is to " Lunch Hook " Faby (He hid them). " A Mother ' s Lie " has a strong point in its favor. It is compact and omits all unnecessary detail. Of the poems, " Evening Hymn to the Virgin " is perhaps most noteworthy. And " The Springhillian Exile, " by an alumnus, has a swing, a rhythm and a depth of feeling all its own. " Friendship of Horace and Mae- cenas " interested us particularly, but the author does not state plainly whether the translation at the end of the article is original or not. The translation is of high excellence. " We await the next number of the Springhillian with high expectation. The Young Eagle A short story that cre- ates a charming and istinetive atmosphere is " A Soldier of the Legion, " appear- ing in the Young Eagle. There is a touch of subtle art in the varying speech of the excited soldier which at once raises the tale above mediocrity. At first he speaks in careful English, but when he warms up to his subject his dialect changes and we find him talking brokenly and more or less dis- connectedly. The plot of " Santa as Cupid " is rather trite, but the minia- ture tale is saved from oblivion by " the touch of nature that makes the whole world kin. " The article " Dominican Art " shows the result of research and is worthy of the prominent position which it holds. We liked the poetry, especially the simple and unpretentious little compo- sition on Santa Claus. While lacking the polish of its more elaborate pre- decessors, it nevertheless displays signs of natural talent on the part of the author. The opening sonnet tells an old, old story in a bright new way, and the five other poems complete an issue in which quality rather than quantity is the predominating factor. THE REDWOOD 329 We gratefully acknowledge receipt of The Fordham Monthly, the Se- quoia, The Nassau Lit, The Occident, The Viatorian and a host of others. We gratefully acknowledge receipt of Ave Maria, Anselmian, Academia, America, Blue and White, Boston Col- lege Stylus, Banks Herald, Building and Industrial News, Campion, Collegi- an, Creighton Chronicle, Columbia, Columbiad, Canisius Monthly, Dial, D ' Youville Magazine, De Paul Miner- val, Emory Phoenix, Exponent, Pleur- De-Lis, Fordham Monthly, Gonzaga, Georgetown College Journal, Holy Cross Purple, Helianthos, Ignatian, Laurel, Loyola University Magazine, Leader, Mills College Magazine, Morn- ing Star, Mt. Angel Magazine, Mercer- ian, Martian, Marquette University Journal, Mountaineer, Notre Dame Quarterly, Notre Dame Scholastic, Nia- gara Rainbow, Nassau Lit., Occident, Profile, Pacific Star, Purple and Gray Magazine, St. Peter ' s College Journal, Student Life, Student Weekly, St. Joseph Lilies, Springhillian, Solanian, Sequoia, Tattler, Texas Magazine, Uni- versity of Tennessee Magazine, Univer- sity of Virginia Magazine, University of North Carolina Magazine, Viatorian, Villa Marian, Vassar Miscellany, Wil- liams Literary Monthly, William and Mary Literary Magazine, Xaverian, Xavier Athenaeum, Young Eagle. AS OTHERS SEE US. The Georgetown College Journal: " On one of the most impressive col- lege magazines we almost hesitate to comment for fear of being ordinary, as its big, handsome presence seems to have wrested favorable criticism from nearly every ex-man in the profession. But even if we run the risk of trite- ness, permit us to congratulate the staff of the Redwood, not only on its ap- pearance but also on the plentiful variety of its contents. In the Decem- ber issue we thought the " Lily and the Rose " a very poetic eulogium on Christ ' s birth; the essays were fair, the stories plentiful, though perhaps a little below par in plot, the depart- ments excellent, in particular the ex- changes. We can ' t remember seeing ourselves anywhere in the latter. Must have been because we were too good for criticism ! ' ' The Collegian, St. Mary ' s College, Oakland, Calif. " Good to look upon and good to read is the Football Number of the Redwood. An outline of the reasons which led to the adoption and main- tenance of the Rugby game at Santa Clara is given by the moderator of athletics, Victor V. White, S. J., and in recognition of the fact— first enun- ciated by Addison or Webster or Stacey Haskell or somebody — that ' much may be said on both sides ' , The Redwood ' s editor has ' A. Wallaby ' and ' Buck Center ' discuss the virtues of the Rugby and the American style of football play. " But the Football Number is not all football. ' And Lincoln Had to Split Rails ' is a gripping story with the 330 THE REDWOOD flambuoyancy of " Wodehouse, the humor of ' 0. Henry ' and the prized ' punch ' of Paul Armstrong. Football gets into the story, of course, but so do Robert and Lucille and the Great Fi- nancier, and they are all an amiable trinity. A war story, ' The Dundonald Destroyer, ' reveals ingenuity and pow- er; and we make the statement gladly, for we know how hard war stories are to write. " Then, too. The Redwood is not be- hind hand in verse. Dignity and im- pressiveness mark John Walsh ' s treat- ment of an incident in the life of the boy saint, St. Stanislaus. The lighter verse is distinguished for the metrical perfection and the singing quality that autumnal poetry should possess. To be sure, we run across some old ac- quaintances like ' verdant vales ' and ' mellow sweetness ' and ' zephyrs ' and ' russet gold ' ; but it is only a professor of rhetoric — or Dean Swift — who would make any serious objection to their picturesque familiarity. " The editorials have crispness and substance. And the men who edit the departments know how. " C Mnini rsltg Not Elocution Contest Tuesday evening, March 28, the Annual Elocu- tion Contest for the Junior and Senior prizes was held in the University Auditorium. Santa Clara has ever been noted for sending forth men with ability to speak and they have used this ability, for the most part that the world might be bet- ter for tlieir having lived in it. The winners will be announced at the Commencement Exercises in May, and, judging from Tuesday evening ' s display, the task of picking him whose delivery was most inducive to the shades of Clay and Webster will be, to say the least, puzzling. House of Philhistorians The House of Philhis- torians met Tuesday evening, March 21st, for the purpose of selecting from their midst, men to represent them in the Annual Ryland Debate. After careful deliberation the following men were chosen: Jordan Martinelli, Gerald Desmond and Joseph Aurreeoechea ; first alternate, Edward Nicholson; second alternate, Edwin Harter; third alternate, Clarence Canelo. The remaining time before the an- nual contest with the Senate will be taken up in wordy battles between the team and their trainers. Harold Keefe The fellows about the Campus have shaken off the gloom caused by the news of Harold Keefe ' s serious illness since hearing that he has returned from the hospital and is rapildy con- valescing. His cheerful word and smile that made him popular with everyone will be missed until he is with us again, and we hope that will be soon. The Senators have Senate sharpened their battle axes and the latest dis- patches reported from them headed for the Sanctum of the Philhistorians. From their midst they have selected Thomas Boone, William Cannon and Adolph Canelo, with Joseph Herlihy as trainer and during the time between the present date and the night of the Ryland Debate the remaining Senators will lend first aid to Cicero Herlihy in priming the boys for their battle. 331 S32 THE REDWOOD St. Patrick ' s Show On the eve of St. Pat- rick ' s Day, commonly miscalled the Kaiser ' s Birthday, the Thespians of the Univer- sity celebrated publicly in the Auditor- ium. Although the participants were of varied nationalities from Swede Diaz to Peggy O ' Neill, the Hungarian toe dancer, the result was one of the best entertainments since the olden days of the Mission Play and Constan- tine. The show was largely attended and all comments up to date are very favor- able and hopes for a repetition of the good work are high. The regular order of J. D. S. debate was broken last week when a trial was substituted for the weekly debate. The culprit Mr. Ygnacio Forster, alias " Nig " ; the crime, stealing chickens at the University Farm. Attorneys for the defense, Messrs. Casey and Loof- bourrow ; Prosecuting Attorneys, Messrs. Ford and Enright. The seat of judge was held by Mr. George Nich- olson of the Junior Class of Law, and we might add it was ably filled too. Mr. Forster peaded not guilty, and his attorneys pleaded that he was tem- porarily insane at the time. Added to this, they said, his race as indicated by the nick-name he bears, made it im- possible for him to refrain at any time from getting away with chickens. Ex- pert testimony was sumoned to deter- mine whether or no the culprit was insane. But the testimony of the wit- nesses was so strong, half a dozen said they saw the gentleman commit the crime, that the jurors saw nothing but conviction. Accordingly Mr. " Nig " Forster was sentenced to treat the whole court to a chicken dinner. But it seems that the court had another punishment which it did not give out; for the next morning Mr. Forster took the train to his home in Los Angeles, it was said; yet rumor has it that Whit- tier was his real destination. On the whole the trial was a complete success, and the J. D. S. can well boast of some promising young lawyers. TheJ. D. S. Play The J. D. S. play, " All The Comforts of Home ' ' is progressing, accord- ing to the original plans it was to have been produced ere this ; but owing to broken legs and other such accidents over which man exercises little con- trol, it had to be postponed. It will be presented the week after Easter, provided of course some of the princi- pals do not break their necks in the meantime. The business managers of the play are Messrs. Dana and Fitzpatriek, who with Will Lavell, whom Ood saw fit to call to Himself, so successfully man- aged last year ' s play ' ' The Sign of the Eose " . The 1916 photographic medley is be- ing prepared. Tucker of San Jose is the artist. The medley is in charge of Messrs. Dana and Baratono. THE REDWOOD 333 .. . . Once again from the Mountain , i j tt n , lowlands of our Valley Beautiful comes wierd and varying reports of the ultra-fam- ous Mountain League. The Cappas are leading by a very narrow margin and Studich is striving nobly. Jimmie Win- ston is saving his men for the World ' s Series, but now and then gives them the hit and run signal. The treasurer reports overflowing vaults and the head magnate, Fr. Ward, S. J., has levied an assessment of a nickle per capita for a new bat. The remaining capital will be invested in a new leather cover for the baseball which is only slightly lopsided and will probably last another season. Generous Donation Through the generosity of the heirs of the late Prof. John J. Montgom- ery and kindness of Rev. Fr. Bell, a nucleus toward a machine shop has been donated to the Engineering shops. Two 9 inch engine lathes, a bench type drill press and assortment of attach- ments were a highly welcomed addi- tion. John E. Adams, a Bachelor ' 89 of Science man of 1889, was a recent visitor at the Uni- versity. Mr. Adams is a resident of Los Angeles, vi here he controls a two- fold business of general business and mine surveying. ' 90 annual March Hon. J. J. Trabucco, Judge of the Superior Court of Mariposa County, paid his visit to the College Sunday, 19. As I write this the remembrance comes to me of some- thing my predecessor of last year put down about " Genial Joe " Tra- -bucco, who in his day was noted as the catcher of the Varsity when the Santa Clara team knew no peers in the base- ball world. Judge Trabucco is highly esteemed by his judicial brethren of the upper courts and his decisions are rarely reversed. Much of his time is spent on the Alameda County bench, as affairs in Mariposa do not require continuous sessions of the court. We would be glad to see Judge Trabucco more often than usually. We are sorry to report ' 91 the ill health of Mr. Clar- ence C. Coolidge, who was confined to his home the greater part of the month of Febru- ary and part of March, suffering from inflammatory rheumatism. His im- provement was gratifying to his many solicitous friends. Mr. Coolidge re- ceived a Bachelor of Science degree in 1890, Bachelor of Arts in 1891, and Doctor of Jurisprudence in 1910. At present he holds the positions of As- sistant District Attorney of Santa Clara Co. City Attorney of Santa Clara, and Professor of Law in the Uni- versity of Santa Clara. Charles and Steve Gra- ' 98 ham spent a few days in Santa Clara during the early part of March. They are located in the automobile business in 334 THE REDWOOD 335 Sacramento. It gives us pleasure to record the birth of a son to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Graham, whose advent took place Feb. 2, 1916. J. Ramon Somavia, M. ' 04 S., has been re-elected President of the Bank of Gonzales. Since his incumbency as President the affairs of the Institution have been ably handled with resulting gains in all departments. His re-elec- tion demonstrates the confidence re- posed in him by the Board of Directors as to his capability in directing the af- fairs of the bank. From Fr. J. P. Morris- ' 04 sey, B. S., known and beloved by all Santa Clar- ans, and who incidentally holds the distinction of being the only reg- ular Alumni correspondent, though there are supposed to be others, comes this note: " Jack Costello, who at- tended the College in ' 02, ' 03, and ' 04, is now the president of a flourishing automobile tire firm. The Costello, Lang Co., Inc. Associated with the company are two other old S. C. boys who are both making good in a marked way — his brother, Gus Costello, and George Ivancovieh. Gus attended San- ta Clara after ' 04, and George Ivanco- vieh was a fellow-student of Jack. Both Jack and George are now devoted Benedicts. " Harry " Wolter, who for the ' 05 past two years has been the Coach of his Alma Mater, has been employed this season by Stan- ford University. From the Daily Palo Alto we take the following: " Acting upon the authority given him, Manager Behrens of Stanford University, has engaged Harry Wolter as Coach for the baseball team. The new coach is well known to baseball followers everywhere. He is a product of Santa Clara County and was educat- ed at the University of Santa Clara. " Wolters played in the beginning with San Jose in the old Outlaw League. Then he went to the majors as a mem- ber of the Boston Americans. He was traded to the New York Yankees, where he starred in their outer gar- dens for four seasons. Los Angeles, in the Pacific Coast League has used Wol- ters for the last three seasons, where his hitting ability and phenomenal fielding have caused widespread com- ment in sport circles. ' ' Martin V. Merle has added ' 06 to his many productions of all kinds another skit which he calls " The Manicure Girl. " It was played at the Vic- tory Theatre the opening week of March, where it met with the same suc- cess that many heavier pieces from the same author have enjoyed. Martin Merle has had the publicity depart- ment of the Alcazar, in San Francisco, ZZ6 THE REDWOOD under Ms care for the past three years. He is gratefully remembered by all loyal Santa Clarans for the " Mission Play " production his untiring work on the past football game, and many other favors which he has rendered his Alma Mater. John J. Jones, one of Santa ' 08 Clara ' s most prominent men who took his law de- gree here in 1914, has been appointed attorney for the branch of the Italian Bank which has recently purchased the business of what was known as the Santa Clara Valley Bank, and is now located in Santa Clara. Chas. D. South, Postmaster ' 09 of Santa Clara, met with a painful fall in the early part of February which resulted in a frac- ture of two of his ribs. He was con- fined to the O ' Connor Sanitarium for a number of days, but we are pleased to announce at the present his complete recovery. James K. Jarrett, better ' 10 known as " Barney " , who graduated with the class of 1910, has been putting his best foot forward in an effort to ar- range for a trip for the baseball team to Hawaiin Islands, where he is located as an attorney. While at Santa Clara Jarrett was a popular athlete and a dramatyke to some extent as well, having assisted in the cast of " The Fool ' s Bauble " . ' 11 A " school-days romance " ended in the marriage on February 23d last of Rob- ert B. Camarillo, A. B. ' 11, and Miss Mary F. ' Shaughnessy of San Francisco. No disciplinary ven- geance can the prefeeting potentates enjoy upon learning of the carefully planned meetings when the groom was a student of the College and the bride of the Convent at Santa Clara. Miss ' Shaughnessy is a sister of William Ignatius O ' Shaughnessy, who was also a well-known student here at that time. The Redwood extends congratu- lations and best wishes to them both for peace and happiness. F. J. Blake and Seth T. ' 11 Heney, both A. B. men of the class of 1911, are rooming together in San Francisco, where they are employed. Heney has but lately gone into business in the city, where he has opened offices as a general broker. Blake, after his graduation at Santa Clara, registered in the Law depart- ment of Harvard University, and sub- sequently took a Bachelor of Law de- gree from there in 1914. Since that time he has been connected with the prominent San Francisco firm of Lind- ley and Eichoff, whose offices are in the Mills Building. THE REDWOOD 337 Both men were well known students in their days at Santa Clara, and it is gratifying to observe not only the success which they now enjoy, but apart from that, the strength of the bond which formed in their days " within the walls " endures for all time after. ' 12 The marriage of Roy A. Bronson, A. B. ' 12, A. M. ' 13, and LL. B. ' 14, and Miss Clarisse Caspers of San Jose, whose engagement was noted in our last issue, took place in the latter part of February. The bride is a well- k nown young lady of San Jose, and the prominent part taken by Bronson in all student activities while at Santa Clara has not been forgotten. To them both are sent the sincere wishes of all for a long and happy married life. Oliver George Nino, A. ' 13 B., who since his gradu- ation has been engaged in the pursuits of agriculture on his ranch near Los Gratos, has reported to Manager Wolverton for a try-out on the pitching staff of the Seals, training in San Jose. While at Santa Clara Nino gained a reputation as a pitcher with an unusual amount of " smoke " , making the team the last two seasons before graduation. The best wishes of his friends at Santa Clara go with him. Harold Harwood, alias ' 14 " Dutch " , who, while at Santa Clara occupied a place on her baseball squad as right fielder and utility catcher, is also being afforded a try-out with the San Fran- cisco Coast League. Harwood is noted for his snap while in action and is very dependable at bat. " While youth and experience may lessen his chances of securing a permanent berth, con- tinued improvement will make his suc- cess only a matter of time. Jack E. Bale, who, after ' 14 leaving Santa Clara, com- pleted a course in the Nor- mal School at San Jose, has recently been elected by the San Francisco Board of Education to a position in one of the High Schools as an instructor in Manual Training. The appointment followed closely after his graduation and Jack is to be congratulated upon his success. ' 14 The " Smart Set " of Feb- ruary has a contribution — Naked Sorrow — by Byrne Marconnier, formerly of the Uni- versity of Santa Clara, and dur- ing his attendance one of the constant contributors to The Redwood. His ef- forts here were for the most part poetry, but this contribution to the Smart Set is prose Avritten in an easy, fluent style, with a catchy ending 338 THE REDWOOD which leaves a very pleasant impres- sion. ' 15 With apologies for the meager information at our command, it nevertheless affords us pleasiire to chronicle the nuptials of Eugene Walter Ojeda, who left the College at the close of the 1915 session to accept a promising posi- tion with the Western Meat Co. Eugene registered from Tres Pinos, where his family are cattle-raisers, and this early training has doubtless proved of value to him in securing the advances by which he is now one of the prin- cipal traveling cattle-buyers for his company. Regretting our inability to say something concerning the bride, we must be content in wishing them both the greatest of happiness and sue- ATHWIC The Varsity inaugurated its 1916 drive to left field. Sheehan was out. baseball season in a welcome manner, Desmond singled, scoring Connors and when it defeated the U. S. Marines at Bensberg. The leaguers scored twice Groat Island by the score of 12 to 4. in the sixth inning, when Eddie Burns Milburn led off by reaching first walked. Hal Chase also drew a walk, safely, Connors singled and Bensberg Kelly doubled to left center scoring the walked. Sheehan walked, forcing in runners. Leonard proved effective for Milburn. Desmond hit safely, scoring the remaining part of the game. The two runs. Varsity scored two runs in the sev- The fifth inning proved a destructiv e enth iiining, when Milburn walked, one for the sailors, when Pereiado, Connors hit safely and Bensberg Mulholland Sheehan, Milburn and reached first on an error. Sheehan Bliss scored. doubled, scoring Milburn and Bens- Hickey and Bliss twirled excellent berg, ball for the Varsity, while Captain Chase, Kelly, Orr and Burns ap- Sheehan starred in the hitting depart- peared to be in midseason form from ment. the manner they fielded and hit. The Santa Clara 4. lineups : Swain and Sheehan All Stars 3. SANTA CLARA. The Varsity celebrated its initial AB R H PO A E game at home by defeating a east of Milburn, ef 2 10 7 °„ Connors 2b 4 2 2 6 1 - , Bensberg, If 4 12 10 The game proved very exciting and gheehan, lb 3 17 10 featured throughout by thrilling plays. Dcmcnd, rf 4 13 11 Pitcher Bliss held the big leaguers hit- Pereiado, ss 3 less for six innings, when he became ? " ®7 o. ' f t n a 1 J 1 , 1 J t, T A Mulholland, c 3 4 10 erratic, and was replaced by Leonard, .g,. 2 115 who earned a well deserved victory. Leonard, p 1 3 In the opening inning Connors singled, and Bensberg followed with a short Totals 30 4 7 27 13 3 339 340 THE REDWOOD ALL STARS. AB R H POA E Orr, If 5 3 Eddie Burns, rf 2 10 2 Hal Chase, lb 3 10 6 2 Kelly, ef 3 110 Reisburg, 2b 3 110 11 Sheehan, 3b 4 10 Bohne ss 4 2 10 Ramage, c 3 1 10 2 Mails, p 3 3 1 Totals 30 3 3 24 10 2 Swain and Sheehan All Stars 4. Santa Clara 1. In our second encounter against the big leaguers the Varsity was defeated in a close and interesting game by a score of 4 to 1. A great crowd was present and a neat sum of money was made for charity. Leonard pitched a wonderfvil game for the Varsity, and inability of the Varsity to hit safely at opportune times prevented a victory. The All Stars won the game in the fifth inning, when Bohne walked, and Sheehan hit a sharp double into left field. Chase struck out, but Ramage managed to hit safely, scoring Shee- han. The Varsity ' s sole run came in the fifth inning, when Desmond hit safely, Perciado doubled. The teams lined up as follows: SANTA CLARA. AB R H POA E Milburn, cf 4 2 1 Connors, 3b 4 14 3 1 AB R H PO A E Bensberg, If 4 2 10 Sheehan lb 4 18 10 Desmond, rf 4 1110 Perciado, ss 3 10 3 1 Emerson, 2b 3 4 3 Buica, c 2 16 2 Leonard, p 10 10 Totals 28 1 5 27 14 3 ALL STARS. AB R H POA E Wuffli, 2b 3 10 12 Cullen, If 5 10 Kelly, lb 4 1 1 11 Ed Burns, rf 4 1110 Bohne, ss 3 110 10 Sheehan, 3b 3 112 Hal Chase, ef 2 Ramage, e 4 1 12 1 Rock, p 2 4 Klien p 2 10 Totals 34 4 6 27 10 Harry Jackson, Scorer. Stanford Varsity 10. Santa Clara Varsity 8. In a game replete in hitting and erratic baseball the Varsity lost its first intercollegiate game against the Stanford Varsity by a score of 10 to 8. Hickey commenced the game for the Varsity while Couch was Stanford ' s choice. Stanford scored two runs in the initial inning, when Lander walked. Stafford reached first on an error. Dent walked and Braden singled, scoring Lander and Stafford. The Varsity evened up the score in THE REDWOOD 341 the third inning when Connors singled and scored on Bensberg ' s double. Perciado doubled, scoring Bensberg. Stanford again secured a three run lead in the fifth inning, when Stafford hit safely. Hayes doubled, and Bra- den reached first on an error. Noonan hit a terrific drive to left, scoring Hayes and Braden. Milburn hit safely in the fifth inning and stole second. Bensberg doubled, scoring Milburn. Desmond sacrificed, scoring Bensberg, while Perciado doubled to center field, scoring Bens- berg and Desmond. On three different occasions the Var- sity managed to even up the score, but failed to overcome their opponents ' score. The lineup: SANTA CLARA. AB R H POA E Milburn, cf 5 12 2 Connors, 3b 5 110 2 2 Bensberg, If _ 5 3 Sheehan, lb 5 7 10 Desmond, rf 5 13 11 Perciado, ss 5 2 3 2 2 Emerson, 2b 3 11112 Bucca, c 3 1 1 14 1 Hickey, p Bliss, p 4 10 12 Totals 40 8 14 28 8 7 STANFORD. AB R H POA E Lander, cf 3 10 3 Stafford, 2b 5 2 12 Hayes, lb 4 2 2 6 10 AB R H POA E Dent, c 4 1 2 11 1 Braden, ss _. 5 2 114 Noonan, rf 3 10 Sanborn, If 5 2 1 Stevens, 3b 5 3 2 1 Hover, p 3 2 12 1 Wickersham Totals 37 10 9 27 10 3 Harry Jackson, Scorer. Santa Clara 8. Agnew 2. The invincible Agnew baseball team proved easy victims for the Varsity; and were defeated by a score of 8 to 2. Hickey pitched the entire game for the Varsity and his speed and curves earned him an easy victory. Pitcher Kohner, for the visitors, pitched a re- markable game for six innings, but in the seventh inning he received a ter- rible bombardment. Mulholland hit safely, Hickey reached first on an er- ror. Milburn also worked Kohner for a walk. Perciado hit safely, scoring Mulholland. Bensberg reached first on an error. Sheehan tripled, scoring three runs. Raftis was hit by a pitched ball and Scholz walked. Mulholland again hit safely, scoring two runs. Agnew scored one run in the eighth inning, when Bert Lynn singled and scored on Cress ' s single. The Varsity scored one run in the eighth inning when Milburn reached first safely. Perciado walked and ' Mil- burn scored after Esola caught Bens- berg ' s long fly to left field. The lineup : 342 THE REDWOOD SANTA CLARA. AB E H POA E Milburn, cf 4 2 12 10 Perciado, 3b 4 1114 Bensberg, lb 4 12 7 10 Sbeehan, 2b 2 117 10 Larldn, If 5 Eaftis, ss 2 10 111 Sehultz, If 2 10 Mulbolland, c 3 1 2 10 1 Hickey, p 3 10 2 Totals 30 8 6 27 12 2 AGNEW. AB R H POA E Esola, If 3 113 Laskey, 2b 3 2 2 2 McGregor, ss 3 112 B. Lynn, e 4 116 Hargis, 3b 3 10 2 Cress, rf 4 110 Koebn, lb 4 6 Kohner 2 112 Bartlett, ef 3 3 10 Totals 30 2 6 3 10 Harry Jackson, Scorer. Santa Clara 10. Stanford 7. In our second game against the Stanford Varsity, the Red and White annexed an easy victory. The game was played on Stanford campus, the occasion being Founders ' Day. An immense throng of spectators were present. Hitting was indulged in somewhat freely, which caused unusual excite- ment among the Cardinal supporters when they endeavored to overcome a lead of ten runs, which the Varsity scored in the first five innings of the game. Milburn singled, and Perciado and Bensberg flew to second base. Mil- burn stole second and Sheehan dou- bled. Desmond singled and Raftis reached first on an error, Desmond scoring. The third inning annexed the Var- sity six runs when Mulholland walked, Leonard sacrificed Mulholland to sec- ond base, Milburn doubled, Bensberg hit safely and Sheehan scored Milburn and Bensberg on a double. Raftis hit safely, scoring Sheehan. Emerson hit to Braden, who missed the ball and Raftis scored. Leonard, for the Varsity, pitched an excellent game for seven innings, while Hickey held his opponents safe for the remainder of the game. SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A B Milburn, cf 6 2 3 Perciado, 3b 5 10 3 Bensberg, lb 4 2 2 7 11 Sheehan, 2b 4 13 110 Emerson, 2b 4 112 Mulholland, c 4 1 3 11 1 Leonard, p 2 10 Hickey, p 10 1 Totals 40 10 16 27 10 4 STANFORD. AB R H POA E Lander, cf 6 12 3 Stafford, 2b 5 114 5 Hayes, lb 6 12 8 THE REDWOOD 343 AB R H POA E Braden, ss 3 10 4 2 Dent, c 5 2 2 Noonan, rf 5 2 2 Sanborn, If 4 10 2 1 Stevens, 3b 5 12 2 3 Wickersham, p 4 13 2 1 Totals 43 7 14 27 14 1 Harry Jackson, Scorer. Santa Clara 7. St. Ignatius 0. " The Varsity won its first intercol- legiate game against the St. Ignatius team in an easy fashion. Throughout the entire game the Var- sity displayed their superiority, and at no time did the visitors have an op- portunity to score. Bliss and Mehlof pitched for Santa Clara and both pitched an excellent game. In the third inning Santa Clara se- cured a lead which practically as- sured them of victory. Connors doubled, and Sheehan hit for a home run. Desmond singled, Raftis walked and Pereiado reached first on an error. Mulholland singled, scoring the two runners. The score : SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A E Milburn, cf 4 2 Connors, If .312100 Bensberg, lb 4 12 7 10 Sheehan, 2b 3 1114 Desmond, rf 3 12 2 Raftis, ss 3 10 Pereiado, 3b 3 10 10 Mulholland, c 3 119 10 AB R H POA E Bliss, p 3 110 10 Mehlof, p 11 Totals 29 7 11 21 9 1 ST. IGNATIUS. AB R H PO A E Burns, 2b 3 2 2 Wessing, 3b 3 2 Hanley, cf 3 2 Kearns, p 3 10 Smith, lb 3 3 2 Wiseman, If 2 Brown, ss 2 2 2 3 Harrington, c 2 5 Deney, p 2 10 Totals 24 3 18 5 Santa Clara 9. Santa Cruz 3. Through the courtesy of the Santa Cruz management the Varsity opened up their season at the famous summer resort. Pinkey Leonard, the Varsity ' s star twirler, who hails from Santa Cruz, opposed his former teammates while Walker did the mound work for Santa Cruz. The Varsity scored five runs in the fourth inning, when Milburn hit safely and scored on Bensberg ' s dou- ble. Sheehan hit safely and Raftis doubled to left. Mulholland reached first on an error and Leonard doubled to right, scoring three runs. Hickey replaced Leonard in the fifth inning and held his opponents harmless. One of the features of the game was the triple made by Hickey with two men on bases. 344 THE REDWOOD SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A E Milburn, cf 4 12 10 Connors, If 5 Bensberg, lb 5 2 18 2 1 Sheehan, 2b 4 12 10 Raftis, ss 5 1115 Perciades, 3b 2 1110 1 Mulholland c 3 1 1 12 2 Leonard, p 2 110 Larkin, cf 10 10 Hiekey, p 2 10 10 Totals 38 9 12 27 11 2 SANTA CRUZ. AB R H PO A E Fumbley, If 4 3 1 Roney, ss 3 10 112 Frey, c 3 18 3 Williams 3b 4 12 2 1 Worley, rf 2 Arrelanes, cf 4 12 Walker, p 4 13 5 1 Long, lb 4 7 2 1 Macaulay, 2b 3 3 2 Totals 32 3 6 27 13 6 BASKETBALL NOTES. The quintet that represented Santa Clara this year in the P. A. A. League Tournament and the intercollegiate conference, is one that Santa Clara has high reasons to feel proud of. The invincible Oakland Y. M. C. A. was the only team that we played which could term themselves our supe- riors. They excelled our team in weight and in height, and along this connection, we all know they have met champions and have played to- gether for three consecutive years. Captain Mulholland and Eddie Raftis were continually playing excel- lent games, while Diaz and Connors demonstrated unusual ability in accu- rately shooting baskets. Bensberg and Curtin, at forwards, proved consistent players, and their speed and quickness aided the team greatly in the unity of team work they possessed. Korte also proved a valuable player. Filii Regis 32. Santa Clara 70. The fast " Filii Regis " quintet of Oakland proved easy victims of the Varsity. The game proved to be the most interesting and exciting contest witnessed on our court. The Varsity excelled their opponents throughout the contest, but the fighting spirit and pluck of the visitors caused a con- tinued hard played game. Mulholland, Bensberg Diaz and Raftis tossed the ball from one angle of the court to the other with such speed and accuracy that the visitors were often startled at their cleverness. Mulholland and Raftis proved heavy point gainers, while Diaz shot foul goals with unerring aim. The lineup : FILLI REGIS. SANTA CLARA. Wood F Dias Bayle F Mulholland Abbott C Raftis, Korte Dreisback G Curtin, Fowler Young G._Connors, Bensberg Scorer, " Bud " O ' Neil. Referee, " Pinkey " Leonard. THE REDWOOD 345 Santa Clara 50. Sunnyrale 23. Likewise, the Second Varsity has established a proud record in basket- ball circles this year. In their two contests with Sunnyvale the Second Varsity easily outclassed their opponents in the knowledge of the game as well as rolling up points. Next year these men will be valuable Varsity men; as only practice must be indulged in to equip a neatly bal- anced team. At Sunnyvale Connors, Fowler and Korte proved consistent point makers, while the guarding and passing of Amarel, Vicini, and Muldoon continu- ally won the applause of the spec- tators. Santa Clara 26. Stanford 19. In our first intercollegiate game with Stanford the Varsity easily annexed a victory. Though the Varsity didn ' t play up to standard, they easily managed to lead their opponents throughout the game. MulhoUand, Diaz and Bensberg played well for Santa Clara, while Blodget and Wheatley were the choice of the Cardinals. STANFORD. SANTA CLARA. Blodgett F Cur tin, Korte Worthy F...Bensberg, Connors Wheatley C Raftis Dolan G MulhoUand Watson, Caughey G Diaz Scorer, " Bud " O ' Neil. Santa Clara 33. St. Ignatius 28. The Varsity discovered a formidable opponent in the St. Ignatius Varsity and managed to defeat the " Red and Blue " by the close score of 33 to 28. The game caused keen interest be- tween the two Universities, and five hundred ardent supporters cheered the St. Ignatius team throughout the en- tire game. The close of the first half found St. Ignatius leading by a slight margin of two points, and their loyal supporters rushed to greet the players, and cheer upon cheer ensued during the intermis- sion. Coach MulhoUand and his team- mates didn ' t weaken at this welcome greeting, but entered the second half with a dash and speed that netted them a well earned victory. The game was hard fought and true sportsmanship prevailed throughout both halfs. Diaz and Raftis shot baskets well for the Red and White, while Connally proved the individual star for St. Ig- natius. SANTA CLARA. ST. IGNATIUS. Diaz P„ Lauston MulhoUand F Flood Raftis C Connally Curtin, Connors G O ' Neill Bensberg G Williamson,Lennon Scorer, " Bud " O ' Neil. Univ. of Nevada 43. Santa Clara 36. The only University quintet that was able to defeat our speedy five was that of Nevada. 346 THE REDWOOD From the very commencement of tlie game our team experienced great dif- ficulty on their slippery floor ; but not- withstanding that unfortunate obstacle they managed to lead their opponents at different stages of the game. The team received the kindest of treatment at Reno, and Jimmie Curtin was continually reviewing past ac- quaintances in his home town. Connors and Raftis were in the limelight for Santa Clara, while Mc- Cubbin, Henningsen and McKenzie performed well for the " Sage brush- ers. " The teams lined up as follows: UNIV. OF NEVADA. SANTA CLARA McCubbin F Connors Henningsen F Bensberg Buckna C MulhoUand Traeber G Raftis McKenzde G Diaz Santa Clara 49. Univ. of Pacific 25. Our first game with the Univ. of Pacific resulted in an overwhelming victory for the Varsity by a score of 49 to 25. In our second game, which was the intercollegiate contest, the Varsity easily annexed a victory by the score of 46 to 29. Both games were fast and snappy and caused considerable excitement among the respective student bodies. Diaz, Raftis and MulhoUand were Santa Clara ' s strongest point gainers, while Bensberg, Curtin and Korte guarded well. For the visitors Ham and Meese were the particular stars. PREP. BASEBALL NOTES. The Preps ' first game of the season was with Palo Alto High. It ran seven innings when it was called, as the vis- itors had to catch a train, and trains, you know, are like tide and time. At any rate the game promised well for a good season. It was fast and snappy, marred, however, by a few more errors than there should have been. The hitting in the pinches was especially noticeable in the Preps., but at times they ran wild on the bases. Perry at first has the makings of a good ball player. Foley showed up well be- hind the bat. We expect great things from fearless Charlie. Another man who is looming into prominence this year is Joe Taber. Joe has a great deal of baseball to learn yet, but that will surely come, as he is earnest, anxious for good advice and is in the game all the time. Skipper Williams of course needs no introduction. He is a graduate of last year ' s Midget League. He has the faculty of being able to inspire confidence in his play- ers, which is a necessary quantity in all leaders. Berg pitched a good game, considering his sore left twirling ma- chine. With the warm weather fast approaching, the big " German " ought to round into good shape. Eisert, Heafey and Conneally have shown ability in fielding, while Dieringer and Moore are expected to bat well this year. Keep up the same ginger, THE REDWOOD 347 Preps., in all your games and you will have a winning team. To Fr. Whelan the Preps, are indebted for his faithful services and the keen interest he takes in their daily practices. The Palo Alto High has a fine team. Moore and Pratt make a good battery, one that will be hard to beat when they get into shape. The infield lacked the ability to think quickly when hard pressed as was evidenced when in one inning the Preps, made four runs out of one hit and two errors. Palo Alto High 5. Preps 3. The second game with Palo Alto High turned out with a victory for the boys higher up the Peninsula. Morse for Palo Alto, pitched an exceedingly steady game, allowing no runs until the seventh inning when Heafy hit to Ho- stein, the third baseman, who handled the hot drive well but not fast enough to get Heafey at first. Foley laid down a bunt and beat it out. Dana hit, scor- ing Heafey, and Dieringer and Berg each secured a hit each scoring a man. That was all the scoring for the Preps. That put the Preps ahead, 3 to 2.. Palo Alto scored one in the first in- ning, one in the sixth, and three in the eighth, from a three-bagger by Morse and one by Shone ; and an infield error by an overthrow to home did the rest of the damage. San Jose 3. Preps 0. Poor hitting characterized the play- ing of the Preps in their first game of the season with San Jose High. Three games are scheduled, so it behooves them to get into their batting cages if the Preps wish to get the other two games from the High School in the Garden city. Mehlhaf pitched for the Preps, and after the first few innings pitched good ball, but no pitcher can win a game with only one or two hits in back of him. Philips, of San Jose, pitched a remarkable game, being the proud possessor of an out-curve that sent more than one Prep to the bench with only a distant look at first base. PREP BASKETBALL. The Prep Basketball season is a memory, but it is a decidedly pleasant one, when we find that throughout the nine games played the Preps made 284 points to their opponents 198. In the first game of the season against San Jose High the Preps were beaten 35-28, but they made up for this by defeating Santa Clara High 41-17. The game with Los Gatos High was by far the best game of the season and in the last minute of the second half Los Gatos scored the winning point, making it a 28-27 game. Saeper ' s clever guarding was the feature of the game. The College of Pacific Academy was beaten in proper manner by a 52-19 score, and most of these points went to Vicini, who played a great game at center. The speedy Freshman team, made up entirely of Varsity and Second Varsity men only beat the Preps by a 34-30 score in a very fast game on a rather slippery floor. Frank Conneally show- 348 THE REDWOOD ed well in guarding Diaz, the star for- ward. The Preps suffered a 36 to 30 defeat from St. Ignatius High in a very poor- ly played game; but after getting in form showed the city players how it feels to be on the short end of a 50 to 19 game. The Invincible Mountain League could not play up to the speedy game put forth by the Preps and so could only gather 11 points while the Preps were harvesting 26. Devlin and Crow- ley showed up well at forward possess- ing a sure eye. Scott was probably the most reliable man the Preps had, as he played the same steady consistent game through- out the season. Mehlhaf played good basket-ball and was there in the pinches. Toward the end of the season Frank Conneally won for himself quite a " rep " as a fighting guard and was raised from the sub-list to a regular. His big brother Tom showed up well during the season and some day will make good Varsity material. Schapp, Dierienger and Rodgers played in a few games, and showed up well when called upon. Prep Blocks were awarded to Captain Saeper, Vi- cini, Mehlhaf, Devlin, Scott, CroAvley and Conneally Brothers. DAY SCHOLARS BASEBALL TEAM. The season of 1916 has found one of the best baseball teams that the Day Scholars have had for many years. When Manager Clarence Canelo an- nounced the try-outs for the Day Scholars ' team, his call was responded to by about twenty-five enthusiastic men. The men worked out with a vim and spirit unexcelled, and so keen is the rivalry for the various positions that no man has a monopoly on his place. The season has started off very en- couragingly for the Day Scholars as the score shows the five initial games have all resulted in victories. Normal 6. Day Scholars 7. The Day Scholars ' baseball season opened on Saturday, February 19th, when they met and defeated the Nor- mal by a score of 7 to 6. The game was a hotly contested one and remained so until the end of the ninth inning. In the last half of the ninth the score stood 6 to 5 in favor of Normal. Emerson led off in the ninth with a single, followed by a safe hit by Charles. Both men scored by a well-placed two-bagger which was the work of Saeper. San Jose High 1. Day Scholars 8. On Thursday, February 24th, the San Jose High School went down to defeat before the Day Scholars by the score of 8 to 1. The game was rather one sided, but proved a good opportunity for determ- ing the hitting ability of the Day Scholars. S. J. H. S. AB R H POA E Thomas, 2b 3 13 2 Phillips, ss 3 5 2 1 THE REDWOOD 349 AB R H PO A E W. Paull, p Culbertson, 3b Williams, 3b Saxe, p ... H. Paull ef Lamb, c Spurway, rf Dolan, lb Basich, lb Kellner, lb Totals DAY SCHOLARS. Stewart, lb Oilman, e Charles, ef Volkers, 2b Botbwell, 3b Selega, rf Prindiville, If McKnigbt, ss Narvies, p Totals .31 1 8 24 6 2 AB R H POA E . 4 8 4 4 2 2 8 4 5 2 1 1 4 3 1 2 3 1 3 1 1 2 1 3 2 2 4 1 2 3 1 2 2 1 4 3 1 .34 8 9 27 13 4 Milbum ' s Stars 6. Day Scholars 7. On Monday, March 6th, Louis Mil- burn ' s all-stars were defeated by the Day Scholars by a score of 7 to 6. The game, though not one of the fast- est, proved very interesting on many occasions. The score see-sawed back and forth and the game was not clinch- ed till the Day Scholars scored a run in the ninth inning. Milburn showed his ability at base running by making two steals and scor- ing three of the six runs scored by his team. Emerson pitched an excellent game for the Day Scholars, striking out thir- teen men. Hits Runs Milburn ' s Stars 8 6 Day Scholars _ 11 7 The line up for Milbum ' s Stars was as follows: Milburn, Aurreocoechea, Scholz, Quill, Fowler, Casey, Gardner, Muldoon, Dana and subs. Burns and Gaffey. The Day Scholars ' line up was: Gil- man, Volkers, Nino, Emerson, McElroy, Stewart, McCarthy, Corsiglia, Clarke, Hewitt and Saeper. MOUNTAIN LEAGUE NOTES. After the first lap of the great race the Cappas are leading by a nose. Ma- rinovich ' s Weavers are hot on the pur- suit and Gaffey ' s Codds are still struggling along on one cylinder. How- ever the Pope is now sending out scouts among the bushers and expects to strengthen his line-up very soon. The same keen interest which has always made the Mt. League one of pep, thrills and excitement showed itself in the form of a battle royal after the game of recent date between the Cappa ' s and the Weavers. Alf. Kavanaugh, the fiery topped peerless leader en- deavored to demonstrate to Jim the Greek that the Cappas deserved to win. Studich, the diplomat, did not like the tones in Alf ' s voice and the two went to the mat for their respect- ive teams. The setto was quickly stop- ped and Studich wended his way to- wards the refectory. However, the members of the two teams wished to 350 THE REDWOOD avoid any trouble in the league and prevailed upon him to make up with Alf. So, as Pinkey strutted up like a banty rooster. Studieh, with bowed head said, " Hello, Alf. " And Kavan- augh heartily replied, " Hullo, Stud- ieh. " Thus the little incident ended happily for both parties. By far the best hitter and brainiest ballplayer in the league (barring Don- ahoe and Crowley) is Doc Browne of the " Weavers. It is a pleasure to watch him as he stands up at the plate like Ty Cobb and fields with an ease that is surprising. The two lightening outfielders are really responsible for their team ' s playing (Jiggs and the Black Pussy). They are both sure fielders and any ball that comes their way means a run.(?) Frank Casey still displays that fine article of baseball for Avhich he has be- come famous. He nearly caught a fly last week. A strange little incident occurred yesterday. Capt. Studieh was the goat. A fly ball was hit somewhere between third base and left field. Not feeling as sure of his ball tossers as he is of himself, he yelled, " I got it. " Dash- ing frantically over, he held up his hands and went through all the mo- tions of catching the ball, but lo, and behold the elusive little pellet came down with a thud on poor Peter ' s nose, causing a large flow of claret and up- roarious laughter from the neighbor- hood of Pope Gaffey. The averages follow to date of .300 hitters : Batting Ave. 420 Players. Marinovich Gaffey 414 Korte 377 Howard 363 Fr. White 350 Heafey 340 Kavanaugh 320 Bud Oneil 350 Fr. Gianera 358 MIDGET NOTES. Basketball. Basketball for the Midgets ended in the first week of March. After finish- ing a fairly successful season, they have laid aside their basketball togs to win other laurels on the diamond. Out of eighteen games which they have played, the Midgets have won ten; quite a good record considering that many of them have never played bas- ketball before. The season ended with two clashes with the St. Ignatius 120-pounders, both of which the Midgets lost to their speedy and clever opponents. The first game was played on the Santa Clara court. It was a very interest- ing game to watch. Both teams were evenly matched, full of " pep " and en- tered the game with a determined ef- fort to emerge victorious. The close of the first half saw St. Ignatius leading by a score of 14 to 7. In the second half the Midgets played a grand game, netting 15 points to their opponents 14. So well did they play THE REDWOOD 351 that it looked for a time as if they would surely win the game. But fate determined otherwise. The feature of the game was the accurate passing of Trabueco and O ' Connor of the Mid- gets, while Brady and Haley distin- guished themselves in shooting bas- kets. The final score was 22 to 28. The line ups : Midgets St. Ignatius Woods F Burford O ' Connor F Boyle Brady C Hyland, Reddy Haley G Wells MeCarville Trabueco G Cosgrave Kroeber Field goals: Brady 4; Woods 2; O ' Connor 1; Haley 1; Hyland 6; Boyle 5 ; Reddy 1. Referee: " Rudie " Scholz. The second game was played at St. Ignatius. The Midgets commenced in great style, outplaying and outshooting their opponents for a considerable por- tion of the first half. But St. Ingnatius gradually gained on them and finally took the lead. Even though the score at the close of the first half was 27 to 19 in favor of St. Ignatius, yet the Mid- gets had played their opposing five to a standstill. In the second half the superior team work and experience of the wearers of the Red and Blue assert- ed themselves. Feeling at home on their own court they shot baskets with perfect ease and accuracy, running up a total of 57 points. The features of the game was the basket shooting of Hyland and Boyle of St. Ignatius, while Woods ' O ' Connor, MeCarville and Kroebar proved point makers for the Midgets. The Midgets, it must be said, were considerably weakened when they played this game; two of their players sustaining minor injuries dmnng the game, while Brady, the star center, remained at home owing to ill- ness. Midg-ets Basketball Record for 1916 Season. Midgets, 5 games; Amarel " Feds " , 4 games. Midgets, 12; Santa Clara Intermedi- ate High School, 23. Midgets, 27 ; Palo Alto Intermediate High School, 21. Midgets, 16; Santa Clara High Fed- erals, 9. Midgets, 23 ; Santa Clara Intermedi- ate High School, 21. Midgets, 40 ; Sunol School, 14. Midgets, 14 ; Santa Clara Intermedi- ate High School, 26. Midgets, 65 ; Sunol School 10. Midgets 22; St. Ignatius, 28. Midgets, 28; St. Ignatius, 57. BASEBALL. Now that spring, the ' ' Good old base- ball weather " is here, the Midgets are out in full force cavorting on the green. The crack of the bat, the pop of the ball in the gloves, the roasting of the umpire, are all part of the perform- ance which takes place daily on the diamond in front of Senior Hall. The Midget league has been organized and 352 THE REDWOOD is now in full swing. ' ' Iron Man ' ' Am- arel ' s team is leading the league with five victories to his credit and no de- feats. The other teams, however, have sworn to mar very soon his perfect rec- ord. The Standing of the Teams : Won Lost Pet. Amarel ' s Federals 5 1000 O ' Connor ' s Americans 1 3 .250 Trabueco ' s Nationals 1 4 .200 The Midget All-Star team composed of the stellar performers of the Midget League have organized and promises to give a good account of itself before the season closes. The following players will safely guard the reputation of the Midgets on the diamond: Frank Amarel, manager and cap- tain, pitcher. Harry Seik, catcher. William Bassett, first base. Ward Sullivan, second base. " Fighting " Jim Cunningham, short stop. Gus O ' Connor, third base. Jesse Woods, left field. Louis Trabuceo, center field. Jack Haley, right field. Richard O ' Connor and Clarence Bush, substitutes. Frank Amarel, the peppery little manager of the Midgets, is very busy arranging games with all the teams of their class in the vicinity. The play- ers have all promised him to bring back to Santa Clara the coveted laurels of victory; so watch the " Redwood " for further accounts of this speedy lit- tle bunch of ball Redwood ' s " All-Star Quintet. " Blodgett, Forwa rd, Stanford. Mulholland, Guard, Santa Clara. Ham, Guard, College of Pacific. Raftis, Center, Santa Clara. Sharpe, Forward, Univ. of Cal. Larracon, Forward St. Ignatius. r

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