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

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Evening HE stately solemn Kills Take on a purple skade That richer, fuller grows As day begins to fade. Till our sweet Lady Night With fondest mother ' s touch, Spreads a soft dark blanket O ' er the hills she loves so much. And comes a gentle breeze From out across the sea. To whisper fairy tales To those great hills and me. To tell me wondrous things Of ships and golden sands, And what the people do In far-off dreamy lands A star comes out to listen, Then winks and blinks in glee For it knows it hears the secrets The breeze is telling me. HAROLD P. MALONEY, ' 23

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THE REDWOOD tory of one of Santa Clara County ' s foremost attorneys. But a mere enumeration of facts and dates is a cold and impersonal thing in which there can he no indication of the true worth of the deceased to his com- munity, or an elucidation of the per- sonal characteristics which won him the love and respect of all with whom he came into contact. For almost thirty-five years Mr. Lor- igan served in an efficient, straightfor- ward and above all, in a scrupulously honest way, his vast clientele, among whom were numbered business and pro- fessional men, widows, mechanics, cap- italists and people in every walk and station of life. So confident were his friends of his integrity that during his lifetime perhaps millions of dollars were entrusted to him by his clients, to be invested as he best saw fit. These investments seldom turned out badly; but if they did Mr. Lorigan unfailingly made good the loss. In this way he built up a practice pe- culiar to himself and probably without a parallel in the state. That is to say he never accepted contested cases but confined his activities to probate of wills, settling private disputes and ad- vising clients as to investments and business affairs. In these matters he had few superiors. Particularly was this the case in patching up family dif- ferences. If a client came to him with a tale of domestic trouble he was qnick to put his finger on the real disturbing factor and sure to bring harmony where strife had reigned. If it be true that the peacemakers shall see God then Charles Lorigan is now near the Eter- nal Throne, for hundreds of times in his office, bitter groups of wrangling relatives or neighbors would gather, de- termined to never yield a point. A few words from him, a few concessions on each side — and the disputants walked out friends. Another unsual fact that he some- times noted himself was that although unable to go about and mix with peo- ple or take part in social life to as great an extent as many younger lawyers, be- cause of an infirmity inherited from his childhood, yet he always had more work than he could handle, while many of the younger men were forced into other lines of endeavor for want of clients. This in itself is an eloquent example of the esteem in which his fel- low citizens held him. Those of his own profession likewise entertained a high opinion of Mr. Lorigan. As a practical manifestation of this regard he was offered the judgeship of Santa Clara County after the death of his brother, the eminent jurist Hon. W. G. Lorigan, Justice of the Supreme Court, but he declined the honor, preferring to serve the public in a less ostentatious way as a private practitioner. His every act was guided by a thought to his clients ' best interests and it was probably this fact that influenced him to refuse the distinguished position. Mr. Lorigan was by nature quiet and unassuming and a great lover of his

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Deviled Ham (With apologies to neither Underwood nor the Devil.) Randall 0. O ' Neill, Law ' 21. IS strange, but neverthe- less ' tis true that out of that moil, that groaning toil and broiling Hell called War, full many a character, like murder, will out, to soothe and lave the red fury and rage of the carnage fest, and indelibly imprint itself upon the lasting memory of those with whom it associated — out there where the poppies blow. Of course, some are good and some are bad, with a few perhaps a great deal worse, but still withal you are glad to have known them, that their idiosyncrasies may shine down upon you from their heaven of unforgetable- ness — during a siege of gnawing nost- algia, perhaps. Now serially speaking the Gent of whom I desire to speak — or write — was known as Number One Million and One — and well might I here remark him to be one — the only one — in or out of the million ; nominally how- ever, it appears parental control dubbed him Charles W. Hogg at birth — or christening, or whenever it is that we are appended and appendixed with that which sometimes proves a life ' s burden. Now this particular bird wasn ' t a boob by any means, he was there in a great many ways. In fact, to hear him talk, for talk was his one strong point — he could orate and discourse on anything and everything, good, bad or indifferent, foolish, wise, or otherwise — with equal facility, with either hand — one would think him to be a Philadelphia lawyer just juxta-po- sitioned out there in No-Man ' s Land for the love of fighting and an un- quenchable thirst for l iberty, freedom and democracy. But whatever his act- uating and accentuating motives, it is not my purpose to here deal with his patriotic sentiments and emotions. Was he religious ? Well, not exactly. Skeptical ? Slightly. Superstitious ? More than likely. And that may be said to answer, more or less, the query as to his belief or unbelief in the super — , preter — , or simply natural both here and hereafter. Now I have hinted that he was quite a character, garrulous and otherwise, told what I knew about his religion and also said his name was Hogg. Now permit me, I beg, to inform you as to his one ambition and incentive in war ; it was none other than to bring home,