Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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' lv. Pllpini HE young Father Delmonte was sick at heart. Life was so different from what he had expected. Here he was twenty-three years of age, consecrated to the priesthood, with a mind full of great visions of a life of service for God and for humanity. And what was he doing? He looked out over the muddy field and sighed. Above him shells were shrieking through the air like a March wind. The hum of the aeroplanes, like big mosquitoes, could be heard in the distance. Now and then, there came the thunder of a cannon, or the crack and hiss of a shrapnel shell. It was hot, very hot. In front of him, a soldier had just put his rifie between the sandbags and the priest heard the whip-like crack as the man tired. Some poor Austrian gone, I supposef' he muttered. l-le shut his eyes but that did not shut out the sound. O God, he prayed, why must such things he? But since they do exist, help me to be loyal to Thee and to my country. Avanto! Avanto! With the instinct of a true soldier, Father Delmonte Sprang forward. The soldiers scrambled hurriedly out of the trenches and the charge was on. And opposite came the gray-clad Austrians, advancing amid a rain of bullets, their rifles shining in the sun. It was a murderous attack. Three times the two lines met and three times they rolled back again, nothing accomplished, but leaving the best of the men stretched out on the field. The young priest was in the thick of the fight, with a smile on his face as he encouraged the soldiers. Here was a man, wounded, he stooped to stanch the blood. There was a dying soldier, he gently closed his eyes. Suddenly, he looked up. The third attack was just over. But where were the line of officers of the battalion? I-Ie strained his eyes, but not one was to be seen. They all had fallen. just then his eye lighted on the regimental flag, which seemed to be wavering. His teeth grew set. Should it, too, fall, the Hag of the IV Alpini, which never had touched the ground? Please God, it should not. He snatched a ritie from a wounded soldier, and with a cry, Avanto ! he rushed to the standard, raised it on high and led the men in the fourth counter attack. It was evening. All was quiet in the little hospital, save over in one corner, where a nurse was conversing in low tones with a dying man. It's all right, young Father Delmonte was saying, It's all right. So the men won in the fourth attack, did they? I'm so glad. Something sputtered, and then I didn't know any more. But it's all right. I did my duty -his voice was growing weaker- I did my duty, and now, I'm going -his voice dropped to a whisper- Hgoing home-home-to God. -L B. HAZZARD. Wliip-Door-Will Through the dusky veil of night, Wlien the tiretlies' lanterns light, And there's not a star in sight, O'er the hill comes Whip-poor When the twilight weeps her dew, And the sky is darkest blue, Hang the star-flowers pale and few, Sad and shrill floats Whip-p Blythe the cricket chirps his lay, Frogs, carouse in chorus gay, I-lark a lone cry seems to say, Life is ill, Whip-poor-will. oor-wi 25. -will. Tell nie, why so sad thy song, In the night hours deep and longg Hath some creature done thee wrong? t'Peace, be still, Whip-poor-willf' Is thy heart so full of woe, As the seasons come and go, That thy song no joy can show? Sadly shrill Whip-poor-will. Try to trust in heaven's love, And the holy One above, Cease thy mourning, like the dove, Fear not ill, Whip-poor-will. -Esther june Thompson.

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tomary breakfast of garter snakes and river water, or whatever variation of the menu the fortunes of the chase dictated. Then they remembered. They were dumb for a few moments, trying in their baby way to grasp the situation, then they burst out in wild frantic calls, imploring their mother to come gliding swift as an arrow to drive away the terror that was eating away at her little ones hearts. No silent shadow dropped in thru the leafless boughs. She did not come. A gray squirrel chattered loudly from a nearby tree and a discordant scream from a fish-hawk sounded from a dead snag near the water's edge. A big white gull went noiselessly over head. Three miles back in the hills in a deep valley between two high bluffs, a large brown female hawk fluttered its wings despairingly and giving a powerful spring sailed a few yards into the air only to fall back among the dead leaves and undergrowth once more. One leg dangled uselessly as she tried to rise from the ground. A few stray shot from some hunter's gun had broken it and pierced her side deeply. She could never balance herself in the air again. From their home under an oak tree, two little animals about the size of a rat, but longer, followed her unsteady Hight with eager eyes. Instantly they trotted off thru the long grass and reappeared on opposite sides of the old hawk, as she lay crouched in a slight hollow. I-Ier fierce beady eyes blazed out at them with the fire of a ancient enmity. They looked at her dully, impersonally. As she half rose her broken leg came into view. Like the Hash of a black-snake in the grass one of them fastened on it. She fell on one side, striking fiercely at him as she did so. Her powerful beak bared the tough hide in two long bleeding streaks, then the keen front teeth of the other weasel met in her brain and her black eyes glazed as her talons clenched and unclenched spasmodically. After that she lay very quiet. Pls ill 144 Pls Ili 11 bk vis Dk Ik Pk Ik Pk if All that day the fledgling hawks huddled in the nest. They were growing weaker. Early on the morning of the third day Apachels brother scrambled out on the nest with trembling little legs. He looked down: something moved at the foot of the tree. To the baby hawk it resembled a large rabbit, such as his mother sometimes brought them. He stepped eagerly out on a twig, lost his balance and went fluttering straight down to the foot of the tree. As he rebounded from the light springy turf, the gray furry animal broke his neck with a single snap of his powerful jaws and carried him below to the den of the little foxes. Apache heard not a sound. He only knew that his brother disappeared and he soon forgot that he had ever had a brother. Two more days of sapping heart breaking hunger and thirst went by. Apache's fat little body had grown gaunt and his eyes feverish. How he longed for even a big fat mouse, a juicy one with lot of blood in him. Late in the afternoon he heard a scratching sound on the tree trunk. It came on up the tree toward the nest. Apache crawled down into the very bottom of the hollow in his house and crouched there motionless with his little beady eyes Hxed unwinkingly on the black line of his horizon. He did not know why but he was very much afraid of that approaching thing. It paused just beneath the nest, and then scrambled quickly up and stood boldly outlined against the sky. It was only a young buck squirrel, but to the baby hawk it was a ferocious monster. Had he known that squirrels are particularly fond of torturing fledg- lings he would have been even more frightened. The squirrel took in the situation at a glance and came chattering triumphantly toward him. Cornered, Apache opened his huge red mouth and hissed loudly in terror and anger. I-Iis enemy paused and then circled more warily nearer. Contlnued on p. 196 '24

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DVHWCG CCIlOIAlC Clliil Drincess Dl6lCl Characters Diet-King of Land of' Purefood. Caloric-Son of King Diet. Pieta-Princess of Piedom. Tryptophan--Princess. Dr. Nutrition-Court Physician. Di-Jester-Court Fool. Just-as-Good--Hermit. Vaxthin-One of the Purine Bases. l-lypoxanthin-One of the Purine Bases. Microba. Acute Gastritis-Guard of Prison Hunger. Pielika Pielova Waiting maids to Pieta. Pieadora Queen of Haphazzard, Microbitis, Amino Acids, Knights, Proteins, Fats, Carbohydrates, Enzymes-Court Musicians. COURSE I. fThe first scene discovers the king's audience chamber, hung with Atwater and other nutrition charts Cshowing for example the origin of' cow products, of cocoa, of malted milk, et ceteraj sewing as tapestries. King Diet is seated on a throne constructed of cans with conspicuous Pure Food labels. His robe is of royal purple. On his head he wears a Hour sifter for a crown, and in his hand he holds a large iron mixing spoon as scep'ter. About the throne stand the court attendants-bold knights, holding tablets on which are written the pure food laws: the Proteins, a goodly band of fair youths and maidens: the Fats, jolly round jesters, the Carbohydratesg stately dames to whom the knights pay honor, and little Enzyme pages. At a signal from the Court Musicians, two pages, Purine Bases, Xanthin and Hypoxan- thin, draw aside the heavy curtains and in dance the little Amino Acids, dressed as gnomes, brownies or little people. Tryptophan alone is beautiful, and after the Amino Acids have danced and tumbled about, she has a graceful solo dance. After generous applause from the courtiers, the King dismisses the attendants and dancers alike, that he may have audience with his son Caloric.1 King D.-O, my son Caloric, why risk thy life outside the realm of Purefood? Suppress thy youthful ambition and remain within the bounds of temperate rcpast. Let not thy eagerness lead thee into the snares of I-lypcrglysemia. Dost thou not know that on the very outskirts of our kingdom lurks the monster Alimentary Glycosuria? Why dost thou wish to battle with such dragons? I pray thee, stay by thy aged father and be the companion of his declining years. Save thyself from microbas enchantment and from the pitfalls of Protein Metabolism. If thou wilt stay in my house, my good friend, Dr. Nutrition, will determine for thee the coefficient of digestibility of all thy exogenous foods. He will study the respiratory quotient' and if need be, my Court Di-Jester will be at thy service. Wilt thou live happily in the land' of Purefood with thy father and be content to woo the Princess Tryptophan? Caloric-Nay, father, I do long to venture forth and satisfy my desire for untried delicacies. I promise to be true to the laws of thy kingdom. Moreover, I hope to bring hack a maid even fairer than Tryptophan. King D.-If thou must go, take with thee my trusty fool, the Court Di-Jester, and for thy faithful advisor whose counsels thou must ever heed, I send our court physician, Dr. Nutrition, to protect thee from the ravages of pathogenic protozoo, wear this coat of mail Cmade of nice dish clothsj. Never part thyself from it. Hold always in thy left hand this impenetrable shield ton which are to be inscribed the words, Guaran- teed Under the Food and Drugs Act, June 30, 190G l to guard thee from the attacks of Bacillus Prodigeosus. Lest in the darksome night, thou shouldst wander unwittingly into the treacherous Realm of Piedom,T give thee atlaming torch to light the waytdish mopj. When thy heart fainteth and there is no food nigh to sustain thee, strengthen thyself with this nectar Cpresenting a large can of soupl. Go, then, on thy way. Mayst thou meet none but subjects of the Realm of Purefood until thy return. lPrince bows: father descends from throne puts arm thru Caloric's and they leave room.1 26