San Diego State University - Del Sudoeste Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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WHiTEANDGOLD 9 A Mistake in Identity The street was jammed by a motley throng of hurrying people. The rasping whistles of automobiles added to the confusion by their signals of danger. Street car bells jingled discordantly. Men yelled at their horses to move along faster. On one corner a peddler enumerated in, squeaky tones the merits of his wares, and on the other side of the street an auctioneer shouted prices at the top of his voice. The doleful tune of a hand organ floated along with the other sounds in a mournful undertone. From the edge of the crowd a large, angry looking gentleman appeared. He was dragging relentlessly along two little boys. Both children were well dressed but extremely dirty and disheveled in appearance. The face of each urchin as he pulled back was distorted from pain and frighti. One boy tearfully begged to be released, but the other struck viciously at his captor with a clinched list. The portly gentleman, however, paid little hieed to these demonstrations of resistance. His face was red and he was puffing hard from wrath, as he sputtered exasperatedly, , iTl-l just teach you young rascals not to disturb the peace by fighting in the street and splashing mud all over a gentlemanis clothes? Leime go, I say? screamed one youngster, his voice rising to a shriek above the roar of traffic. . HHonest true! Iill never do it again, sir? whined the other. iiWell! Indeed! I most certainly intend to see that you dont! wheezed the reformer, severely, getting redder than ever, and enforcing his words by a vigorous jerk at each coat collar. tiWhat iyer go'en ter do with us ? boldly asked one culprit as he aimed a strenuous kick at the portly gentlemanisi gouty foot. Ouch! you dare do that again, you uncivilized young heathen, and 1 ?! have you sent straight down, to Purgatory? exploded the irate gentleman. limping with the pain. - The boy, having discovered a weak spot in the enemyis line of de- fense, was not slow to follow it up. Kick after kick was leveled at the dis- abled member. The stout gentleman was fairly dancing now with the pain. His silk hat fell off and rolled in the gutter. Instantly a frolicsome pup pounced on it, as the latest fad in playthings. The big man made one frantic leap to recover the chbrished article. In this new crisis he forgot his gout. As for the small sinners-they escaped with astonishing rapidity when that iron grip was once released. By this time the large gentleman was purple with rage. His clothes were splashed with mud, his boots scuffed and his hat battered in. He had an appointment tio meet the big railroad magnate the next hour, but he had forgotten, the fact. Muttering threats to himself he started forward with the fixed intention of having his grievances set to rights by action of the law. At the corner he came face to face with the railroad king. The portly gentleman was just on the point of making his most deferential bow when his two small tormentors rushed up to the great magnate, screaming, iiPapa! Papa! that old fat man tried to kill us. The portly gentleman fearing his chances in life might be ruined if he lingered, hurridly turned away and was soon lost sight of in the busy throng. I asephine Elizabeth C lark.

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8 WHITEAND GOLD J immy Meredith Mrs. Meredith sat in the kitchen sewing one cool N ovember evening. In aii olel rocker by her side a gray Tom-cat lay coiled in a soft heap, purring to his mistress. Every now and th'en she paused, and with her long, angular face contracted into a frown, cast an inquisitive glance toward the stairway door where Jimmy, a small boy of thirteen, with a scowl upon his freckled face, stood kicking off a pair of trousers. The fire in the fireplace crackled and Joolked'gery inviting to the boy as he stuck hs head out from behind the door an 531 , Say, Ma, need I go to bed now? Can,t I jes:y sit up a little bit longer and read another chapter oi IHuckleberry Finn? ii ilNo, James,y0u can not! I told you I wanted to mend your pants. You had better hustle off right away now, young mantii nOh, hangit all I say! Youlre always wantin, to mend my pants. I Wish a feller clidift have to be pestered with wearin, lemf, With this startling dec- laration he stuck his hand in a small hole and gave it a rip. James, are you tearing those pants?ll cried Mrs. Meredith as she heard the sound from behind the door. HNo, I was jes, pullinl ,em off. I never seed such pesky stuff; ye canit look at it but it drops into holes--Say, canit I stay up jesi a little while? I want to finish that chapter. I jest got to a bully part when you stopped me to mend those plaguey breeches? Here he gave them another rip. Do I have to tell you a second timie to go to bed? I mean it when I say it once, young man Y, and Mrs. Meredith got up and started with a great deal of determination for the stairway door. But Jimmy, who had had former experiences with his mother, darted off up stairs like a flash. tTm in bed, Ma, Ilm in bed. You neednlt come up fer Iim putty near asleep already, Maw Mrs. Meredith gatliered up the garment, left im a heap on the floor, and upon seeing the large rents he had made, exclaimed With a sigh: ltThat boylll be the death oi me yet! Ilve half a notion to, go up and give him a good sound lickin, this very msinutef But at the sound of Jimmids heavy snores from above, she postponed the punishment, and an indulgent smile gradually took the place of the frown on her face as she sat down to her mending. Elizabeth Frazee WEBSTER REVISED: . CrammingeA square meal after a period of mental fasting. Flunk-A little mark of esteem bestowed upon a pupil by a fond pro- fessor, the result being a rduction of monthly allowance and the strengthen- ing of hour ties. ' Professor-A senior gone to seed.-Ex. A student who refuses to subscribe for the school paper and then reads it over the shoulder of his friend is small enough to tie his: shoestrings to his necktie-Ex.

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IO WHITEAND GOLD The Mission of J erry Mitchell . While walking along the shore near a small fishing village in southern Mame I espied, sitting on the sands in one of those caves half hidden by the overhanging cliffs, a sailor whose bronzed face and well knit frame sug- gested buffeting gales and tempestuous seas, and by his side a child as fair as he was tanned, and as frail as he was sturdy. That evening a native of the village told me the following pretty story about them. Skipper Cole was known for miles around as one of the most fearless lishermen who ever fought against wind and weather in his little craft, the Nancy Jane. He endeavored by honest means to- make his little home snug and comfortable for his wife and baby girl. Fortune favored him until one winter, with a number of comrades no less brave than himself, he was called out by the signals of a ship in distress. The work of saving the passengers and crew of the doomed vessel was progressing as rapidly as could be ex- pected on such a wild and moonless night, when suddenly there came a ter- rific crash, and a falling mast struck the skipper and broke his legs They now endeavored to pull for the shore, but in vain; the loss of one able bodied man made it impossible in such a sea; and when it became improbable that land would be reached the skipper took from his bosom a locket containing a- curl of his babyls hair, and giving it to a young sailor, an orphlan to Whom he had been kind, bade him take it with his blessing to his wife if he chanced to be washed on shore alive. So it happened. The sailor lad, Jerry Mitchell, was picked up half dead next morning, stlill clinging to a broken spar. He could not perform his mis- sion at once, However, as he was confined at home by a long attack of fever brought on by undue exposure. When at last he was well enough to walk up to the lonely cottage on the hill he found it vacant. Making enquiries con- cerning the late occupants, he was told that the skipperls wife had not out- lived her husband many weeks and that his little girl, Dorothy, was at present with one of the neighbors, who though struggling to raise a large family, yet had room in her heart and home for one more. Mitchell saw the child andI because of his promise to her father, resolved to keep, as he said, an eye on it? He left a small sum of money with her kind foster mother, only enough to take care of her a very short time, but it was all he had. When he came back from his next cruise, a long one lasting several years, tawny and weather- beaten, the girl, who had grown beyond recognition, was at first shty and silent, but attracted by his evident frankness she soon became attached to him, and he to her. Now whenever he returns from a cruise Dorothy is; the first to greet him and the last to say good-bye. During the time his vessel is in port they may be seen walking together over the hills or sitting on the sands, and he tells her of strange lands and people seen on his last voyage, illus- trating his stories with peculiar pieces of wood and bits of coal or moss picked up at some foreign port. So these two lone creatures like Silas Warner and Eppie were drawn together.-A. E. W.