Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1915 volume:

THE PALESTRA Seattle College Annual JUNE NINE T E E N P I F T E E N M KrMOrol.ll AN l'M� HH HRATI Li: L CONTENTS Editorials—John F. Dougherty, ’15................... Seattle College’s First Priest—John E. Earles, 16 Our Graduates....................................... Religious Liberty—Lovell SpelLmire, ’16............ Snoqualmie Falls—Raymond L. Beezcr, 17 Debates—James E. McAtecr, ’17...................... The Orator—John P. Mitchell, '17 A Grain of 'Truth—John Pi Mitchell, '17 True Progress—Lester B. Schorn, ’16 - A Plea for Peace—John F. Dougherty, 15 The Orchestra ----------- Diary—Cyril A. Pccrenboom, T5 A Popular Conception of the Workings of Wireless 'Telegraphy—J. A. V. 1 he Sweepstakes—Ralph Van Snyders, hirst Academic Patriotism—Leonard J. Reilly, ’16 - - - - - The Price of Victory—Roger J. Coughlin, 17 Dramatics—Lester B. Schorn, ‘16 Robert Hugh Benson—Raymond L. Beezcr, ‘17 Count Albert dc lVlun—Jan es E. McAtecr, ‘17 Calculus—A Fanciful History—Cyril A. Peerenbocm, ’15 Athletics—Roger J. Coughlin. ‘17 Safe! Home—'Thomas G. Earles, ’17 A Senior’s Soliloquy—John F. Dougherty, 15 In War limes—William G. McCullagh. Third Academic Pernicious Philosophy—William P. O’Connell, ‘14 I he Holy Grail—William T. O’Neil, 'Third Academic Immortality—William O. Mayer, ‘15 The Literacy 'Test—Lester B. Schorn, ‘16 The Secret Rescued - -Walter Gallagher, First Academic Page - 7 13 - 16 19 - 21 22 - 22 24 • 25 28 - 29 31 - 39 43 - 45 47 - 49 53 - 54 56 - 60 64 - 66 67 - 71 73 - 76 78 - 81 i I � A LEKTKA ST A FF BOARD OF EDITORS Editor-in-Chief.............................................John Dougherty,’15 Chronicle...................................................Cyril Pberenboom, ’15 Athletics...................................................Roger Coughlin, ’17 Lester Schorn, 16 Joseph McKenna, ’15 ASSOCIA'LES William Mayer, ’15 Robert Neilan, ’18 BUSINESS MANAGERS John Earles, ’16 John Mitchell, ’17 Theodore Kohls, ’15 Art Editor...................................................Thomas Earles,’17 Moderator..............................................Rev. A. J. Coudeyre, S. J. THE records of ancient history tell us that the irarvclous progress whicn Greece made in the pursuits of literature placed that country in the foremost ranks among the nations of the world. Men of learning flocked to Athens to receive that intellectual culture which no other nation of that period was able to bestow upon them. I he name “Palestra” was first applied to the gymnasiums and forums in which the famous Greek games were held annually. While Grecian chivalry strove to conquer new lands and extend the ruling power of the mother country over new dominions, the best intellects of Athens toiled industriously to increase the knowledge of literature and science at home and abroad. Nor were their labors in vain. Schools of literature and learning sprang up holding up the beacon light of intellectual progress. To these countries of learning the name “Palestra” was fittingly applied, for they became indeed the gymnasiums wherein the human mind was trained, where talent was fostered and developed. To strive to imitate the industry of those ancient people in the pursuit of knowledge and to foster a deep love for learning should be the ambition of every scholar. The object of the Annual, as we have stated before, should be to “make us familiar with the technique of literary work.” We desire to make it the 8 T II K P A L K S T R A means of expressing your thoughts on the various subjects which shall be interesting to your fellow students, to your friends and to the world at large. And inasmuch as it will be an incentive for the training of the mind we believe that we are entitled to give our Annual its new name. “Palestra. 1'he name, however, should be familiar to the old students who attended school as early as the year 1902, when it was customary for each class to collect in book form their best literary productions under such titles as “The Palestra,” “The College Journal.” etc. The appointment of Father J.Tomkin as Rector caused no surprise to those who have known him i:i the past years, has worked in Los Angeles College as vice-president for a number of years, in fact he has been associated with that southern institution since its foundation, taking a deep interest in its progress and trying to render college life agreeable and pleasant to the students in their new and humble surroundings. From what we have seen of him in tin-short space of time he has been with us we feel that our new Rector will win to himseif the love and affection of the boys. YVe extend our congratulations to our former Rector, Rev. C. Carroll, on his new appointment to the parish of the Immaculate on Eighteenth Avenue and East Marion Street. Seattle College owes him a debt of gratitude for his untiring energy in the work for a new college. It has been his ambition ever since he came to Seattle to sec a larger institution of learning for our Catholic youths in the city, and although it was r.ot realized under his regency, still, we feel gratified that his stay in our city means that we retain a friend whose help and assistance will be of great value in the work of building up a greater Seattle College. We wish him success in his new work. A few changes have been made in the College staff this year. Father Burke, who was prefect of discipline to the boys, has been appointed to the same office at Gonzaga University. Father Burkes place was taken by F a t h e r James Hayes, who taught philosophy last year. Father Forhan is our new professor of philosophy. Father E. Oliver, lately-from St. Louis University teaches freshman. Messrs. Halpin and Stack have gone to Wood-stock College. Maryland. to pursue their studies of theology. Messrs. L. Egan and I. Fabris came from California. the former teaches third high, the latter first high. Mr. Mark Dollivcr. a graduate of Gonzaga University, runs our preparatory department. In the absence of Father Hayes, who is at present in Los Gatos, Fr. J. McKenna is filling the position of prefect of discipline. Fr. Gabriel, owing to Mr. Ver-haaren’s illness, has taught higher mathematics to the Junior and Senior classes. KEY. JOSEPH TOMKIN. S. J. President of Soaulc Col Ipso S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A X XU A L 0 We are glad to publish the photos of two of our former students, James Gill and Gerald Beezer, who have entered the Novitiate at Los Gatos, California. James Gill is the JAMK3 J. GILL son of Mr. and Mrs. J. Gill of this city. He received his early training at St. Rose’s Academy, which was then conducted by the Sisters of the Holy Names, on Broadway. He entered Seattle College, where, after the completion of his high school and college course, he received the degree of A. B. For several terms James held the office of prefect of the Junior Sodality and was later chosen to fill the same position bv his fellow students in the Senior Division. He is well remembered by the old students as the Valedictorian of the graduating class of 1913. He entered the Novitiate of the Society of Jesus, July 30. 1913. Gerald Beezer had been a student at Seattle College for five years when he answered the call of the Master to the vocation of the priesthood in the Jesuit order. He applied for admission at the Novitiate on July 17. 1914, being then in his seventeenth year and well advanced in his class studies. His long service as altar boy at the Carmelite Convent chapel and regular weekly reception of Holy Communion evidenced his love for the choice he was about to make. Gerald is the son of Mr., and Mrs. M. J. Beezer. It is our earnest wish that our divine Lord bless both of these Alumni of Seattle College with all the graces necessary to correspond to their true vocation. “Seattle College Day may be recorded as one of the eventful celebrations among the students of the college. It promises to promote a college spirit and to unite the students with a greater love and loyalty to their Alma Mater. 'Flic accounts we have received of similar celebrations in Holy Cross College and at Gonzaga University prompte 1 the students to attempt a like celebration. CKIt.M.I) KKXAI T HKKZKU Our program was modest in its scope, but all great things have a small beginning and we hope that in the future we will lx able to 10 T II K P A L E S T P A invite the Alumni of the College to participate in our entertainment. This traditional holiday is looked forward to by the students and alumni of those institutions as a fit occasion to form a closer bond of union between themselves and the faculty. Judging from the enthusiasm manifested by the boys of Seattle 1. Selections 2. Introductory Remarks - 3. Song with Words - - - 4. Recitation ----- 5. Canary Quartette - 6. Tlie All Star Trio from First High 7. “Vacation Army” - 8. “'I'lie Class’ Song 9. Greetings - 10 Selections ----- College we have reason to believe that they will keep up this day in years to come, and will be glad to return to the Seattle College celebration for the purpose of renewing the old spirit of their college life. The following is the program of the entertainment : College Orchestra - Wm. Mayer, Chairman Third High Year Lester Sc horn Monsieur Bartholet, Director - - McIver Lawrence Keating | Vance Moriarty The Sophomore Quintette Senior and Junior Classes John Dougherty College Orchestra Merry Christmas to All The Passing of Pius X recalls to mind the persecuted figure of the Master. Today the hard hearts of the impious instinctively attest the unique character of Christ and of His proxy. 'The world, that so often lies about the Holy Father, in the expression of its feeling at his death, despite itself, makes its heart contradict its tongue, and like the devils in the narrative of exorcism, gives testimony unwittingly but all the more strongly to the divine character of the Papacy. 'The death of Pius X recalls the death of the Master. The Master died broken hearted, as proved by the pericardium that the centurion’s lance pierced. The martyr of tin Vatican hill, midst the roar of maddening Europe thundering in his ears, gave out his soul in grief that finally broke the gentle heart that had been full of the tenderer feelings for human kind. Far from the din of conflict the vicar of the Prince of Peac has fallen with sweet blessings on his lips for foe as well as for friend. The work of Pius is done. He has laid down his triple crown. The preacher’s voice, the monarch’s command and the mighty legislator’s word arc mute, but his soul is royal in a land beyond earth’s sceptre. •� 'Those who find it difficult to believe in the miraculous and who pretend, like Renan and his followers of modern unbelief, that we can have the assurance of the accomplishment of such an event as is styled a “miracle,” on!. when it occurs in the open public, such as in an amphitheatre, where the astounding facts of such unexplainable character may be witnessed by the most efficient and eminent chemist, physicist or physician, those people, I say, would perhaps find a solution to their difficulty if they betook themselves to the little town of Lourdes in France. 'There is the sacred place whither pilgrims from all parts of the globe have journeyed, affected with diseases pronounced incurable by the medical world and have returned home in perfect health. And yet we know that such unbelievers have witnessed these miraculous SKATTLK COLLKGK ANXUAL facts and that when their reason had bee.', appealed to they still denied the possibility of miracles. It is not the understanding which is at fault, but the will, and that the wish to believe is a mere vcllcity. Any rational creature must admit that cures of the character as have been obtained at the Grotto of Lourdes, can only secure a satisfied mind by the admittance of the miraculous. Infidelity has at all times devised means to explain away these wonderful facts. The ancient Jews asserted that Jesus was the agent of Beelzebub, others attributed his power to magic. But some of our modern infidels beat the record ; they contend that the Gospel miracles can be explained by hypnotism. Truly, our age is an age of enlightenment and progress! If there is a nation that should appreciate the blessings of peace, in view of the struggle which is tearing asunder the countries of Europe, it is our own America. The law of fraternity and brotherhood makes us long for the era of universal peace among nations. We had built a palace at The Hague and when the statesmen came forth from its halls people were made to believe that the barrier that had divided nation against nation, tribe against tribe, had been broken down. And yet one of the most appalling and calamitous wars is devastating Europe. I suppose we are looking forward to the day when the palace of peace shall open its doors once more to the peace promoters. The princes of earth will send their representatives to discuss means through which wars shall cease from the face of the earth. But let us hope that the voice of the vicar of the Prince of Peace shall not be hushed in this future assembly as it has has been heretofore. American Literature! The title has evoked some bitter criticism from English writers. They will allow us one or two world figures but will not concede that out contribution of literary men is sufficient enough 11 to aliow the term American Literature. It would be absurd indeed to compare the long centuries of glorious English literature against our few short years. Still we have every reason to be proud that America has produced men whose work or fame has penetrated almost all civilized lands. We have plenty of literature that is American, not only in fiction but in other fields of letters as well. Many of the books written in America by Americans have their rightful claims as literature, not so much because they express thoughts, manner and action American, but they possess the style that places every literary production in the field of literature. � The forthcoming celebration of the sixth centenary of Dante recalls to mind the immortal poet whose songs were so lofty that they have merited to be called divine by some. One can see through his works that the poet nurtured his soul on the most sublime and purest sentiments of Catholic faith, of humanity and of justice. His treatment of some of the popes in his Inferno is no argument to show that Dante was a rebel and a traitor to the Church. He was a Ghibelline and hated the Guelphs, whose chief supporters were Popes Boniface VIII and Clement V. But Dante, in his attacks on these and other popes, always distinguished the office from the man. and as our present reigning Pontiff. Benedict XV. says. “If distracted by the pains and suffering of exile, and impelled by political reasons, he sometimes appears to swerve from equity in his judgments, yet he never went astray from the truth of Catholic doctrine.” It is fit that we should celebrate the memory of the illustrious poet in a manner which shall be becoming the Christian name and worthy of the immortal singer. In reviewing the events of the college year, there is one that rivets our attention very forcibly,' namely, the banquet given on the 12 T II K P A L K S T I{ A eve of March 11th, under the auspices of the Fourth Year High. That it was an original idea, all readily grant, for the class had no precedent to follow so far, at least, as college tradition can carry us. To say it was a success would he to underestimate it. Suffice it to say that whatever could be desired on such an occasion, even were they attempting to satisfy the whims of the most fastidious, would not have been found wanting. Nor did their generosity confine itself to classmates only. Formal invitations were sent to the faculty and former professors. From all came words of the highest praise for the spirit of union and loyalty that piompted them in setting the example. Let us also hope that a precedent so deserving of the highest commendation may be imitated by the other classes, thus forming in their college life a bond of si nee rest friendship with one another and their Alma Mater, that may only increase as years go on. Finally, the editor wishes to thank all those who have assisted the staff in the preparation of the Annual. We have to thank our friends who have kindly helped by their words of encouragement to keep up the undertaking. Thanks arc also due to the three upper classes, whose contributions have made it possible to bring out this number. We regret that we are unable to print this year the promised articles by some of the other classes. Let us hope that they will come in time for the next issue. John- F. Dougherty, 15. 13 S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L (UtAitggB Surat {hrirot LAST January we welcomed in our midst the Rev. Theodore M. Ryan, recently ordained to the priesthood in Montreal by Archbishop Bruchesi of that city. Seattle College felt happy in the first of her graduates that has been chosen for so great a dignity. Born in Seattle twenty-five years ago. Father Ryan received hisearly training at the Sacred Heart School. He entered the high school and college course at Seattle College, which awarded him his bachelor degree in 1909. He is well remembered by the old students for his activity in all college enterprises. He was chosen president of the College Orchestra for several terms, became a leading member of the Dramatic Society, and by his ability on the diamond was instrumental in' giving his Alma Mater one of the strongest amateur baseball teams. The year following his graduation he accompanied Bishop Edward O'Dea to the Eucharistic Congress, held in Montreal. At the close of the congress, attended by Catholic prelates from all over the world, the young man began his course of philosophy, in Montreal. Later he attended the Grand Seminary in that city, where he began his theological studies. He completed his course in Rome and returned to Montreal to receive his consecration from the hands of Archbishop Bruchesi. And so his Alma Mater has the joy and the honor of seeing for the first time one of her alumni raised to the priesthood. On January 8th, Father Ryan celebrated Mass in the College Chapel, at which the faculty and the students assisted in a body. Rev. Father Rector preached the sermon. He said in part: “Very remarkable in the pages of the Old Testament is the care, precision and, as it were, the forethought with which God ordained in regard to His priests. T heir selection is made by Him alone; their manner of life, m e a n s of support, preparation for the sacred ceremonies are clearly laid down and may not be contravened bur under penalty of death. ‘Take unto thee Aaron, thy brother, with his sons, from among the children of Israel, that they may minister unto me in the priest’s office. And thou shalt make a holy vesture for Aaron, thy brother, for glory and for beauty. And thou shalt speak to all the wise of heart, whom I have filled with the spirit of wisdom, that they may make Aaron’s vestments, in which he being consecrated may minister to me.’ At the bidding of God, Aaron and his sons are anointed, consecrated unto Him forever, chosen by Him from among RKY. TIIKODOKK M. RYAN. 09 14 T II E P A L E S T It A the people, but now no longer of the people. ‘Number not the tribe of Levi, neither shalt thou put down the sum of them with the children of Israel. But appoint them over the tabernacle of the testimony, and all the vestments thereof, and whatsoever pertaineth to the ceremonies. . . They shall have no part nor inheritance with the rest of Israel, because they shall eat the sacrifices of the Lord and His oblations and they shall receive nothing else of the possession of their brethren, for the Lord Himself is their inheritance.’ “Now, if such the dignity of the priestly call in the Old Law, which was but a shadow and figure of the New, if God Himself dictated their ritual and offering, demanding that priest and victim be pure and undefiled, if this, I say, in a priesthood in which He found no pleasure and of whose hands He refused to receive a gift, what think you must be the awful dignity of the priest of the New Law who is to offer up the clean oblation which renders the name of God great among the Gentiles? Well might St. Paul cry out in tones of warning: 'Let no man take this honor to himself but he that is called by God as Aaron was.’ “To realize the dignity of this vocation let us call to mind the manner of its foundation, the awful mysteries it is instituted to perform and the special place between fallen man and his offended Creator which the priest is destined to take. When Christ, our Lord, saw the time was ripe to select from among His faithful followers those who were to continue His sacred priesthood. He spent the previous night in prayer, alone upon the mountain. On the morrow He assembled all His disciples together and from among them chose twelve whom He called Apostles. Twelve chosen out of millions! Nor does He confer the priesthood on them immediately, but after three years of personal training, in the most solemn manner and at the most critical time of His life—the night before He died. After having fulfilled for the ’last time the sacred rites of the Jewish religion He vests them with His own almighty power and commands them to offer up His very body and blood for the application and perpetuation of the world’s redemption: ‘Do this in commemoration of Me.’ Do what? What He has just done and what He will do tomorrow when His torn and bleeding body shall hang upon the Cross for the world’s redemption. ‘‘The priest, according to the doctors of the Church, is another Christ, offering up the sacrifice of propitiation on behalf of the world and standing more powerfully than Moses did between an offended God and His wayward people. It is one of the mysterious dispensations of divine providence that this sublime office is committed not to angels but to men, for as Christ deigned to redeem mankind in the nature of a man, so He ordained that His priests should be men, not angels. He became man that we might have a high priest capable of compassion on our infirmities, tempted in all things as we arc. but without sin. So He selects men as His priests that surrounded as they are with weakness, they may have compassion on erring and sinful souls though they themselves are to follow closely in His divine footsteps. “This wonderful dignity has been bestowed upon one of ourselves, one who a few years ago sat in the same benches as you do now, studied the same lessons, participated in the same games,—a student of Seattle College, as you yourselves, a boy of prayer, of study and of play. His face, known personally by some, has become familiar to every one of us from the many pictures around the college, his name is found in every record of college activity. On the day of graduation the world lay smiling before him, full of hopes and worldly prospects, a rapidly growing city giving fair promises to the aspiring youth bade him welcome: the voice of God whispered in his heart: ‘Come, follow me,’ and happily he obeyed that call. s K A T T L K COL L K G K A N X UAI. 15 “Under its gentle but effective influence he leaves family and friends and country that, like Samuel of old, lie may give himself to the Lord all the days of his life. After long years of devoted study, strict discipline and earnest prayer he returns to us again but now no longer the same. He left as one of ourselves, he returns as the ambassador of the Most High. It is no wonder that this is a memorable day with us, no wonder that the papers have spoken widely of his return, no wonder that we are gathered here today as he stands at the altar for the first time in our midst to offer up the sacrifice of the New Law. “There is a wonderful and great difference between the homecoming of the young priest and the homecoming of the young men who, in the pursuit of their calling, have had to undergo a long and difficult training. The young lawyer or doctor or soldier comes back and is gladly welcomed, takes his place quite naturally in the circle of his kinsfolk and acquaintance. The priest returns but he is never again the same to his companions of yesterday, to the father who guided him, to the dear mother who fondly caressed him. Joy there is, joy mixed with tears of gratitude and a sense of reverential fear; and instead of a parental blessing it is the child that blesses and it is they who kiss his consecrated hands. Nor is this change to be found only in his friends and acquaintances, more deeply seated it is in the young priest himself. He is now the Lord’s anointed; he now sees with other eyes, he now hears with other ears, his interests and ambitions are not lessened, rather they have become more intense, but in a different sphere. He is no longer his own, his interests arc those of his Master and he seeks the things that arc above. Success is business, outward display, a great reputation among his fellow men have been cast aside; his, to heal the afflicted and suffering heart, his, to say to the sin-laden soul: ‘Go, sin no more.’ Others may shed their cares and sorrows, here a generous, sympathetic receptacle for them all. “Even over this day of gladness, with a great city’s first fruits standing before the altar of God, there hangs a cloud, and we ask ourselves: 'What has this great city done for God?’ Her children have gone out with success into the arena of political life, of business and professional enterprise. She counts many among them eminent in every walk of life, but before the throne of our Maker, in the presence of Him who hath given us an abundant and prosperous country she stands clad iii rags, with hands outstretched towards heaven begging the Almighty to send us from friendly European nations and from the East an alms of which we stand much in need— zealous priests to guide our steps to our true and lasting home. Verily, the words of our Lord are as expressive of the state of affairs in this our day as they were in His own: ‘The harvest is great, the laborers few.’ “Shall it remain so? It is for you, and those who come after you to answer the question, not in word but in work. It is for you, blessed by the care of good parents with a Catholic education, to answer the call of God, if He deign to whisper to your hearts: ‘Come, follow Me.’ It is in your power to honor your city not only before the world at large but before the court of Heaven itself. The example of Seattle’s first priest is here today before you, may you prove yourselves his worthy successors. In the afternoon a reception was tendered to the newly-ordained priest in the Assembly Hall with the following program: Trumpet and Drum—March - College Orchestra Address of Welcome John Dougherty, ’15 The Trial Scene (From the Mi reliant of f'enice) Cast: Duke of Venice Ray Ouelette TIIE PA LEST It A Antonio, a Merchant M. Sullivan Bassanio, His Friend G. McAteer Gratiano, Antonio’s Friend - J. McIntyre Shylock, a Rich Jew W. Long Portia, a Rich Heiress - L. Dolle Nerissa. Her Maid - G. Pasha A Clerk - - - - A. Gassman Selections .... Orchestra At the conclusion of the program. Father Ryan addressed the students with a few re:n- iniscences of his college days. Wc students of this college, which Father Ryan has always loved with the loyal devotion of an affectionate child, offer him our sinccrest greetings and prayerful good wishes. That Father Ryan’s call to the priesthood may be heard and listened to by more students of Seattle College and that all who have answered it already may be worthy of the honor bestowed on them is the ardent prayer of all true sons of Seattle College. John Earles, ’16. ' £_• � . . � v , . , « (iitr (irahuatFH JOHN F. DOUGHERTY John F. Dougherty, president of the cla . was born at Utsalady, Island County. Washington, in 1894. He received his early training in the public schools of Duvall, a thriving little town on the eastern shores of Lake Washington. He entered Seattle College in the fall of 1910 as a member of the Second High class. During his freshman year of rlie college course he won the medal for general excellence, and through his entire course he has been honored with various offices of the college societies. During the present year he has been president of the student body and athletic association, prefect of the Sodality of B. . AT., president of the Senior Debating Society and editor-in-chief of the “Palestra.” the College Annual. He represents the class in the role of valedictorian at Commencement. He will probably take up the study of law. SKATTLK COLLKGE A XXV A I 17 Yltll. A. I’KKHKNROOM William Oliver Mayer hails from North Yakima, Washington, where lie was born January 5, 1804. After completing the grammar grades in Sr. Joseph’s parochial school of that city he became a student of Marquette College, recently founded by the Jesuit Fathers in North Yakima. In 1913 be came to Seattle and joined tlu class of sophomores at the college. During his entire course he has been prominent in musical, dramatic and literary circles. The Dramatic Club loses an efficient member in William Mayer, whose acting in the college plays won him great popularity among the students and followers of college activities. He has taken an active part in the Debating Society, in which he has distinguished himself as a public speaker. He is salutatorian on Commencement night. Cyril A. Pcercnboom is a native of Wisconsin. having been born at Appleton in 1895. After his graduation at St. Mary’s parochial school in the summer of 1908 he made a trip to the Queen City and was so favorably impressed that he returned to Seattle the following year. He joined the class of Second Academic in the fall of the same year. Cyril has been an energetic student, evincing special liking for literature and chemistry. His many contributions to the Annual show proof of his literary ability. With thoughts centered on the completion of his classical course and the winning of an A. IF. in spite of occasional interruptions in his studies induced by ill health, Cyril graduates with high honors in languages and the natural sciences. a WII.I.IAM O. MAYKK 18 THE PA LEST liA Theodore 1’. Kohls has been at Seattle College for the past two years, having registered in the Junior class in 1914. Previous to his coming to Seattle he was a student at Gon-zaga University, where he completed his high school course and made two years in the college of Arts and Sciences. He was born in Shakopee, Wisconsin. His parents moved to North Yakima and there 'l'ed attended the parochial school in St. Joseph’s parish. In ail his studies, both at Gonzaga and at Seattle College, he satisfied his teachers by his earnest and painstaking devotion. His constant application and earnestness in the class room ranks him as one of our best students. His work on the baseball team will be long remembered. He has figured prominently in all athletic games. •lOSKIMI M.KKNNA TIIKODORK I . KOlll.S « Joseph McKenna was born at Ottawa, Ontario, the capital of the Dominion of Canada, on March 19, 1892. On making his home in Victoria, British Columbia, he came to us with recommendations from St. Francis Xavier’s College, Antigonish, Nova Scotia. There he finished high school and put in three years of the college course. During his attendance there he was a member of the class ice-hockey team and in his Junior year was elected a member of the staff of the “Xaver-ian,” the college monthly. Though with us only this year, he has proved himself a diligent student and a keen supporter of college activities, particularly in the Debating Society. He has shown great interest in the College Annual, of which he is an associate editor. He intends to put in a year’s teaching and to continue his studies in some of the universities. S K A T T L K C () L L K G E A N N U A L 19 fSHtgioua IGttehj O Liberty, thou goddess heavenly bright. Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign. And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton train; Eased of her load. Subjection grows more light. And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight; Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay, Giv’st beauty to the sun, and pleasure to the day. IN these beautiful lines the poet places the wand of magic in the hand of his goddess and with its touch transforms the troubled world into a paradise that is indeed a fit abode for the gods. However, 1 shall not enter into a lengthy discussion of what might be the results of the liberty of which the poet fondly sings, but direct your attention to that division of liberty, without which no true freedom can be had ; namely, religious liberty. By this I mean the inherent right of an individual to form his religious opinions according to the dictates of his own conscience ami to give outward expression to them in the form of public worship, independently of all undue restraint or coercion upon the part of the state. This includes more than mere freedom of conscience, which in reality can only be controlled by the person himself and therefore is beyond the control of the state. It also includes more than mere toleration, which leaves each one free to choose his own style of worship and which may be withdrawn at any time by the sovereign granting it. Religious liberty includes freedom of action in religious motives, which are not directed to corrupt the morals of the people or to undermine the power of the state, and freedom of choosing your own form of worshiping the Creator or Supreme Being. But you may say that to allow a man to choose his own religion would be encouraging error because what one religious sect worships the other dis- approves; some adore Christ, while others deny Him. Unfortunately, the fallibility of the human mind and the interference of our bodily desires permit of this divergence in our conclusions concerning the one true manner in which the creature shall acknowledge his dependence upon his Creator; but an unbiased search for the truth will ultimately lead mankind to an acknowledgement of the general attributes of the First Cause and his dependence upon Same; “Seek and ye shall find. Knock and it shall be opened unto you.” Let us look into the conditions that prevailed in a few of the countries where religious liberty was withheld, for instance Rome, during the reign of Nero. How many were flung to the savage beasts of the amphitheatre, or suffered some other form of torture and death during those awful days cf religious persecution. Or let us briefly refer to a more recent event, during the time of Henry VIII, when great numbers were cast into prison, others exiled and many, after undergoing the most inhuman and diabolical tortures, were mercilessly slaughtered. These are but two meager examples taken from the pages of intolerance which are written in the blood of nations that were denied the right to follow the dictates of their own consciences and worship God, as the light had been given them to see. The epochs that mark the progress of mankind and his gradual departure from social 20 T II E P A L E S T U A and spiritual slavery, recount in each some well defined recognition of the right of the human mind to exercise untrammeled the form in which the Deity should be acknowledged. In the earlier days the struggle was Between master and slave, but the betterment of human conditions as the years rolled by, wrought the emancipation of the human body from the thralldom of slavery; even pagan Rome produced a Brutus, who slew his Cesar “Nor that he loved Cesar less, but Rome more.” When the yoke imposed by the confederation of titled nobility under the feudal system became so galling that it was to be no longer endured, when property rights were made secure only by the power of the sword and even the sacredness of family ties were subservient to the whim of the feudal lord, the downtrodden subjects of the English realm arose en masse and demanded that King John secure to them that freedom and those rights, which the immutable laws of God accorded them as creatures endowed with body and soul, with material necessities to be satisfied and spiritual rights not to be denied. Then was the Magna Charta penned and the greatest stride made in modern times to secure to the Anglo Saxon race and their descendants those fundamental principles of liberty, which today arc writen in all the laws of the civilized world. The constitution of our own glorious land is the next milestone we behold along the pathway leading the human race to the haven of greater freedom and although pointing with unerring hand the road to civil liberty, it was not erected without commingling the blood of patriots with the soil in which it stands. These bulwarks, securing to the individual the inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, are also cast about his relationship as a creature to his Creator, and now with equal freedom he worships according to the dictates of his own conscience, his God, who is his beginning and his end and the Giver of all good gifts. Some one has said that religious liberty is antagonistic to civilization. True civilization, the reverse of decadence and retrogression signifies the advance of mankind as much with regard to morality and .intelligence as to material well-being. Perfect civilization is comprised of the material and moral elements in the same manner as the human nature consists of body and soul; and as the body is subject to the higher and nobler part of man, namely his soul, so likewise in civilization the material element is subordinate to the moral element, which is the intelligence. Religious liberty is not inimical to the enjoyment of prosperity or to the proper exercise of governmental functions, as it at no time implies the indulgence in vagaries or fanaticism on the part of a few as against the common good of the many. Thus the constitutions of many of the states provide for a guarantee against abuse by declaring that liberty of conscience shall not be construed to excuse acts of licentiousness or justify practices inconsistent with the peace and safety of the state, and the supreme court has held that liberty of worship, as understood in the United States extends only to relations between the individual and an extra-mundane being, and not to relations among individuals themselves. Therefore, liberty is not the absence of all restraint, bur the absence of undue restraint. Ever since man first departed from the confidence of God, and it became incumbent upon him to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow, the struggle between ruler and subject. between masses and classes, between poverty and wealth, between the tyrant and the oppressed, has continued almost without interruption, down to the very eve of today; sometimes waged with greater fierceness but ever continuing without cessation, leaving its crimson trail behind. Patrick Henry, that renowned statesman S K A T T L K COL L K C K A A’ XU A L who was among the first to sign the Declaration of Independence, gives us a glowing example of the earnestness with which he prizes his liberty when in addressing his fellow countrymen, and exhorting them to fight to the last, he exclaimed: “But as for me give me liberty or give me death.” We, who share the blessings of a beneficent government, who live in the land of tolerance. should guard as a priceless heritage 21 this freedom, which has cost the world so dearly, and be ever wary lest some retrograding step be taken, lest some of the work accomplished be again undone, lest the fanaticism of a misguided coterie of individuals prevail upon the weakness of a notoriety-loving legislature. pervert the ends of justice and threaten the very existence of those relationships which the eternal laws demand shall remain sacred among men. Lovell Spellmire, '16. SNOQUALMIE FALLS A silent moon entranced ’mid pleasant skies In wondrous awe gloats down upon the sight The falls aglow with kisses of the night. Before me beckon to my feasting eyes A seething mass whose onrush never dies. It fumes and roars and tumbles from its height As twere to burst the manacles of might And rend asunder Nature’s lasting ties. What clouds of hoary mist and foam rise i ow From off the eddies of that troubled brow! And yet how soon this agitated sea Shall turn from surge to raptured streamlet’s claim, Whose only course, and solitary aim Allures the brambled dingle, vale and lea. Raymond Beezer, ’17. TII E P A L E S T U A i batFH OWING to an increase in membership and to the zealous co-operation of our Reverend Moderator, Father Oliver, the Debating Society had an exceptionally successful year. The debates were carried out in strict parliamentary form. The excellent way in which the debates were delivered, speeches carefully prepared and thought out, the freedom with which each side took up the opponents’ arguments, have rendered the meetings instructive and agreeable to all present. We publish a partial list of the motions that were discussed during the year 1914-1915: October 16. “Resolved. That the illiteracy test is unfair to immigrants.” October 23. ”Resolved. That it is for the best interest of the state to vote against the prohibition amendment.” October 30. “Resolved. That it would have been wiser for the United States to have recognized Huerta at the time of his presidency.” November 13. ”Resolved. That Congress should immediately provide for further strengthening of the Navy.” November 20. Resolved. That the presidential form of government is preferable to the parliamentary form.” December 11. Resolved, That our government should own and control the telegraph and telephone systems.” January 15. Resolved. That the Chinese should be excluded from the United States.” January 26. Resolved. That the jitney bus is a better mode of transportation than the street car.” March 12. ”Resolved. That the Federal Government should own and operate all railways in the United States carrying interstate commerce.” March 26. Resolved, That the states should establish a schedule of minimum wages for unskilled labor constitutionally conceded.” April 16. Resolved, That the power of the Federal Government should De paramount to that of the states in the conservation of natural resources, limited to forests, water power and minerals.” April 23. Resolved. That the rapid awakening of the Mongolian race is perilous to the Caucasian supremacy of the world.” J. McAtebr, Secretary. 17. « (£ljr (0ratur If we consult the history of nations we find that oratory has been a powerful element in the shaping of their destinies. For the orator holds within him a power that neither statesmen, warriors or kings were capable to wield for the welfare of the multitudes. ‘‘It is he,” says Cicero, “who can hold enchained the minds of an assembly by the charm of speech, who fascinates their hearts, impells their wills whithersoever he pleases, and diverts them from whatsoever he desires.” We could multiply examples, both ancient and modern, to show that the speech of the orator has had even more power over the wills of a nation than the laws of statesmen, than the tactics of generals, or the mandates of rulers. Cast your eyes upon the past and sec there a proof of the magic influence exercised by the orator. By the power of his speech Demosthenes rouses the Athenian people from their national torpor to an enthusiastic love of their country till they cried out: “Lead us against Philip.” It was the eloquent word of O’Connell that lashed into S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A X X U A L fury the patriotic Irish race as his voice rose and fell upon their hearts and minds. And to take an example from our own United States, if at the present day we enjoy the sweet boon of liberty it is due to the orator who with thrilling tones made America ring out with the shout of “Give us liberty or give us death.” Fellow students, it is easy to perceive the importance of oratory. A college student, trained and formed with all the knowledge of a liberal education, cannot ignore this art if he wants to utilize his college training to the 23 an eloquent shape or form which to them was the result of the constant study of the application of those rules that arc usually laid down for a persuasive speech. The orator speaks to please at times but more frequently to persuade. And the power of persuasion can be learned by study, thus bearing out even in our times the Latin saying, “Poeta nascitur, fit orator.” The poet is born but the orator is made. A writer on this subject has said: “Eloquence is not a gift but an art, not an inspiration but an acquisition, not an intuition but SKNIOK DKUATINC SOCIKTY OKKICKItS JOliy A. DorcilKItTY................................President JAMKS MoATKKU.......................................Secretary LKSTEIt SCIIOItN ..... Sergeant «t-Ann In-st advantage for the welfare of his church and country. Frequently the opportunity will present itself when he can express his views on subjects of importance for the good of the community in which he lives, of the government which he supports, of the church he has to defend. But it is not simply the word which we shall speak that will win an audience to ourselves, but the way in which we put that word. We are sure that Demosthenes at Athens and Cicero at Rome magnetized their audiences not by the mere enunciation of a:i argument, but by putting that argument in an attainment.” In studying the models of eloquence an objection may present itself at the outset. Can we form an ideal for ourselves from such extraordinary and exceptional men as these models often proposed to us? Certainly an ideal must be formed from the best representatives of an art and yet we may answer that although such men as Demosthenes. Cicero, Daniel Webster and others were exceptionally prominent, were the best representatives of the art the world has ever known, yet they were not and ought not to be beyond all imitation. The ideals which inspired their speaking and won the applause of 24 T II K PA LUSTRA their audiences are the same that should inspire us whenever the opportunity presents itself to speak publicly, namely, to persuade our hearers. And today more than at any other time an educated young man can hardly be expected to move in the orbit to which his college training has elevated him without the ability to express his views and defend sound principles in the cause of morality and of truth. And again can we call that an education complete which would neglect that important branch of a college course, namely, the art of speaking? What college student may not be called upon at some future time to say a few words on a subject of interest, to argue his point in a discussion, to act or speak on a committee, to respond to a toast or introduce a public speaker? These may he looked upon as minor occasions of showing forth one’s ability in public speaking, yet we shall not do it with grace and force unless we are guided by the rules of the important art of oratory. No people, more than those of our country, have so much to do with public affairs, and therefore every young man ought to learn how to get that power which in public speaking leads to prominence in their solution. Now if the young man has any of the fire of eloquence in him it will burst into flame and be fanned into power by the interest of his audience and his word will enlighten the minds of his hearers in the cause which he advocates. Wide and far-reaching then are the possibilities of oratory. Let us. therefore, go forward in the study of this noble art that we may utter forcibly what is in us and may he in our generation “prophets unto the people.” J. Mitchell, ’17. A GRAIN OF TRUTH Self-satisfied are most of us Except when singled out for praise. And then the larger host of us Put on youth’s most embarassed ways. Disclaiming any marked success Or claiming all unworthincss. And lo! rot one in ten has lied; Self-satisfied are most of us, Hut with how little satisfied. John Mitchell, ’17. SEATTLE CO LI ®rup Jlrogr a xir NAUGHT, whatever may be its imporv, is more worthy of the concern and solicitude of all mankind than the course of true progress. Nothing can serve as a richer theme for thought, and no topic is more deserving of the power and eloquence of the greatest mind. St. Augustine, describ- r E G E ANNUAL 25 iKral (Etuili atimt and wife, parent and child, brother and sister, the supreme statistics of the proportion of homes within whose walls we can find a sanctuary of innocence and peace. We. who boast of our vast network of railways, north and south, cast and west; we, who are highly pleased with our splendid SODALITY OF TIIK IMMACULATE lONCKUTION ing the political structure of the Roman Empire. the orderly government, the agriculture, the industrial and fine arts, marks how all this magnificent abundance is the common possession of the souls that are good and of the souls that are evil: “They are the works of the human mind, not the work of grace, nor the way whereby immortal life is reached.” Hence, there is yet another, and vastly vital characteristic, namely, the moral and religious condition of the people; their views of life and death, the habitual relation of husband means of ocean travel; we, who applaud our astonishing air creations and a hundred other exponents of our wonderful inventive genius, are we approaching a better standard of civilization ? Some one of us may philosophize and con over a work tor a time and giving the result of his studies to humanity, be proclaimed the world over for his talents. But these arc worldly successes and last only for a time. Such an instance cannot be considered an element of true progress, since the end attained 20 T II K P A L K S T R A must be substantial. The days, and months, and years will pass and a like achievement must drift into oblivion. Hut reversely, if that man had been employed with the things that endure for eternity, I may truly say, his accomplishment would have been of far greater value. Hut here, let me not be misunderstood. 1 do not mean to infer that affairs intellectual and material should be utterly neglected and all our time should be devoted to religious and moral motives, but I do mean to infer that due precedence should be accorded the latter. Real civilization comprises both the moral and material elements, in the same way as human nature consists of two parts, namely, body and soul; and in the same manner as the body is subject to the higher and more noble part of man, which is his soul, so in civilization the material element is subordinate to the moral element, which is the soul of human society. Where this subordination exists it assures the true happiness of the people for time and for eternity; that is to say, as much happiness as is possible in this world and perfect happiness in the next. Where the material element preponderates, it engenders luxury and sensuality, and a spirit of disorder and revolt. The predominance of materialism in our own day is extremely detrimental to morality, and consequently also to the true happiness of the people. Therefore, we must place in the first rank the maintenance of holy religion, which is the only guardian of true morality; for there cannot be morality without religion, any more than there can be public order without government. What is the result, we may ask, when th-s rule is ignored, when the moral and religious element is eliminated, and a wholly material civilization is alone preserved? People then possess mechanical arts and riches without the principles of morality and of right by which to turn them to good account. They do not act from a noble motive of duty, but from interest and the desire of pleasure. Duty speaks no longer its sublime language to their hearts; they only understand pleasure and seek only animal gratifications, for they have become plunged in sensuality. Then when the thirst for enjoyment has become insatiable, will it not be procured at any price? Even at the price of injustice, wars and revolutions? Are not the recent disasters in Europe a striking example of this? All the material progress and the advanced state of art helped only to multiply massacres and ravages, for they were pressed into the service of force, which reigns supreme whenever justice and right are no longer heeded. Such a state of affairs may be called a barbarian civilization—a state of society in which all the resources of improvement and progress are usurped by the passions of men. The conclusion to be drawn from all this is plain, that false civilization tends to the misery and ruin of society. Whereas, civilization, moral and material, constitutes the happiness of the people, for it alone is true civilization, true progress. Real civilization can bestow upon us no better blessing than a love and fear of God and a respect for all His Commandments. Yet, many are prone to allow their greedy passions full swing, and hence arises a hatred of God. of their fellowmcn, and of themselves. But he who cherishes love and fear in his heart for his Creator truly affords a striking example of the effects of true progress. From him radiates a love of humanity and all that is good. In him is a certain spirit of virtue and loftiness of morals, a certain goodness and nobility, that God alone can inspire. Each individual having duties must necessarily have rights; and one of the effects of true progress is that we respect the rights of others and if we do not. we are not only held accountable to God, the Creator, but to the civil power. Our primary duty is the fulfilling of our obligations to God Almighty and His Church. And not only docs real S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L civilization include a respect for civil authority, but it also includes a respect for higher authority. It is not sufficient that we should have all due regard for the state, but the greatest and prime duty is the duty of caring for our souls. For after all, “What doth it profit a man if he gain the whole world and loscth his soul ?’’ Where a state of perfect civilization flourishes there is a love of God, of His authority, of His representatives here on earth. Where true progress exists, there is a love of the higher things of life; and hence, where real civilization may be found, there, also, may lx- found true happiness. To all that arc interested and to those who have obtained the real meaning of true progress—to them it will seem only justice, that to the Catholic Church should be attributed the honor and distinction of being the prime instigator among the causes of real civilization. “No one will deny,” we arc told by Bishop Gillmour, “that Columbus discovered America, nor will anyone acquainted with the history of the country deny that Catholics were the first to explore it. Start from the mouth of the St. Lawrence River, go up the lakes to the far West, cross over to the Mississippi, then down to the Gulf of New Mexico and you have the limit of the early Jesuit explorations, every foot of which is sign-posted with the name of a saint. Cross again from Quebec to New York, and again from Quebec up Lake Erie to Toledo, then up the Maumee and St. Joe, down through Indiana and Illinois to the Mississippi, and you have two other lines of explorations marked by the talismanic names of saints, showing that the explorers were Catholic. A Brebeuf, a Lallcmant, a Marquette, a Joliet, a La Salle, in the West; a Jogucs and Dablati in the East, tell their own talc.” This is but one of the many testimonials of the aid of the Catholic Church to true progress. From times remote and antiquated the Church has been the one great cause or intellectual advance- 27 ment—the founder of the first universities, a remarkable incentive in the world of letters. She has produced a goodly portion of the greatest thinkers and artists and still produces them—geniuses in architecture, sculpture, painting and music. And not only has the Church been an intellectual and material help, but more praiseworthy still, she has promoted the interests of Christianity throughout the earth, in every place, and at all times. It was Holy Mother Church that turned the world from its pagan ways and manners to the things moral and religious. It was Catholicity that was instrumental in the gradual evolution of Rome from the most pagan of pagan nations, to the most Christian of Christian nations. Must we have any more proof of the fidelity of the Catholic Church to real progress? May we still hesitate to proclaim her the greatest of all incentives? Most assuredly, no! Contemplate a number of metal links such as are commonly used in the composition )t a heavy, durable chain, wherein the principle “Unity is Strength,” is plainly illustrated. There is not one of these links that does not contain within itself a wonderful amount of power and strength, which is as strong and hardy as the other, which is ready to endure whatever strain may be thrust upon it. It needs for this but the joining of it to another, and that link to another, and so on. It needs but this, and this it does need, and this it must have; and for want of this, trifling as it may seem, there is not one of their number that can be put to the use for which it was intended. Scheme and contrive as we may, it is of practically no moment in this state of separation, without union there cannot be strength. So it is with the minor characteristics of true progress—they must be permeated with a spirit of Christianity, else trifling and less momentous results are procured. And for want of this union they arc not attaining the end for which they were meant, they are lost to the purpose for which 28 T II K P A L K S T 1! A they were originated, and where a lack of this union is found the loss cannot be measured. If we would civilize in the real sense of the word, that is band the people together to their mutual comradship and aid, we must build a solid foundation, lest our labors should prove fruitless. And the only real, substantial foundation upon which such an enterprise may be successful is upon (iod and religion. There is always a continual cry for the expansion and upbuilding of every citv and town in the country. There is ever at hand an improvement idea, a motive for building and beautifying among the people. Yet, if tlie world is being materially beautified, how much more should our morals be beautified u ith an abundance of virtues and a spirit of religion? Therefore, if our material progress is to be a substantial, solid, ever-expanding,and constantly-growing venture, we must place it upon a foundation which will assure its growth and shelter it from hardships and ruin. Wherefore, if we would insure the steady progress of our civilization let us do it in a wholesome, godlike. Christian manner. Lester Schorn, ’16. A PLEA FOR PEACE The cannons loudly thundered Their dismal peal of woe: The winged lead of lightning Mowed down the dreaded foe: Hut o’er the awful tumult A mother's piercing wail Broke forth in pain and anguish O’er a form, still and pale. What, though he fell while fighting To laurel his country's name. Or leave his name in hist’ry On her gloried roll of fame. The gleam in his eye has vanished, The glow on his cheek has fled. 'The world to her is lonely, The son that she loved is dead. Slain for a king’s ambition, Both he and his noble band Must fall in the ranks of the slaughtered On the fields of an alien land. For this did a mother nur.se him. For this was her love and pain. That their proud forms be scattered O’er a blood-smirched riven plain? Let us lift our hearts to heaven And invoke the Prince of Peace To still the hearts of the haughty. And bid the war tides cease. We, who in peace and plenty. Know not of war’s dire dread. Nor the pangs of saddened mothers Who mourn for their country’s dead. John Dougherty. ’15. SKATTLK COLLKGK A XX I ’ AL •21) (Hit? (iDrrlipatra MUCH praise is due to the boys of the Orchestra for the great assistance they have rendered in the various school events throughout the year. Always ready to play on short notice, they have re- lic hasn’t an unpleasant recollection to mar the pleasure of his year’s work with them. Although the Orchestra is not very conspicuous for its size, each ore of the players is a young artist and the result is a combination pleasant MAUK DOU.IVKU, M. A. Director of S. Orchestra ceived many compliments for the able manner in which they have always met these emergencies. The director, Mr. Mark C. Dollivcr, is ven profuse in his commendation of the boys for their exemplary conduct at all times and their rare faithfulness in attending the twicc-a-week rehearsals. He says that he never worked with a better bunch of boys, and that to hear. A testimonial of their individual abilities is the fact that the different membe.s are frequently requested to play solos in va rious parts of the city. At the first meeting, held in September, the officers chosen for the year were: Wil- liam Mayer, president; John Earles, vice-president; James McIntyre, secretary; George Dreancy, librarian. T II K P A L K S T R A 30 The personnel of the Orchestra is as follows: Michael Earles, Ernest Hart, Vance Moriarty.George Drcancy. violins; James Mc- Intyre, cornet; John Earles, drums; William Mayer, piano; Mark C. Dolliver, clarinet, and director; Mr. Verhaarcn, moderator. Following is a partial list of the selections played during the year March—“Rackoczy” - “Sercnata” ------- Dance—“La Cinquantaine” - - - - - Overture—-“Tonight We Say Farewell” -March—“Miss Liberty” ..... Overture—“Home Circle” .... March—“Erin Go Bragh” - March—“High Pride”....................... Valsc—“Just a Moment” ..... Waltz—“Espanita”......................... Waltz—“The Eternal”........................ March—“I'm Awfully Glad I'm Irish” -March—“When You Wore a Tulip” - Waltz—“El Castillo”...................... Waltz—“Castle Lame Duck” March—“While They Were Dancing Around” Waltz—“As the Years Rolled by” March—“They Start the Victrola” - Maxixc—“Briolettc”......................... Tango—“Maori”............................ Valsc de Ballet—“Pieroncttes” March—“With Trumpet and Drum” March—“Bonnie Blue” Characteristic—“Cuban Dance” - Valsc Hesitation—“Henrietta” - Tango—“Chinchilita” ..... . I arch— ‘'Fu verca rgil 1 ” March—“Capitol City”..................... One-step—“Beaux Esprits” .... March—“Rebecca of Sunny Brook Farm ()vcrture—“Rigolctto”...................... Overture—“Martha”........................ Selection—“Cavaleria Rusticana” “Bits of Remicks Hits” Spanish Dance—“Toutc La Nuit” Habanera—“Recuerdo De Alzoga” - March—“Flag Day”........................... March—“Chinatown, My Chinatown” Characteristic—“Curro Cuchares” Selection—“Bohemian Girl” - - - March— Mary, You’re a Little Bit Old Fashioned Czermak Mozskoivski Gabriel-Marie Schlepegrell - Leroy Schlepegrell de Witt Reed I'an Alstyne R osey - Fall Piantadosi Wenrich Fall eng hi Europe and Dabuey Monaco Zarnecnik A bra ham Luzerno Tuero - Smith - Weldon Chambers - La scorn Channon Hartz Lithgoiv - Lincoln Tompkins M eyer - Verdi Von Flotoiv Maseagni Lampe Arthur Pryor Bachmann-A rnel Carl Schramm Schwartz M etallo Balfe Marshall S K A T T L K C () L L K G E A N X V A L 31 §Wf VI- i 3 4 7 S 9 J0 11 15 H IS -16 17 1 ZO Zt Zl 23 Z4 2ZZ629 go____ October -M t$-WrD- W«: 4 3 7 e n It 13 A 15 38 J0 20 tl It to tc zr ke zs s November - A Son- Mcrt-tcS -Ufco-■? «� Off -Seer I 3 A 5 (3 7 £ © 1C It m 15 1A 15 US 17 J.S 20 Zl ZZ ZA Z4 Z5 Z6 Z7ZS W go. . , February Sw -$W 1 Jo 5 4 7 ® 8 m is -i Zl ZZ zk gg . fTw o-'nvcs ft?i- r 1 3 6 7 8 AZ 13 14 IS 19 Z® tl ZZ Z Z7S ® , -June ' . „ t Z ?V 4 5 7 8 9 JO ll JZ '4 15 16 17 151© .1 24 «5£8 £7 Etf ft) 30 rj«jsrr )$ 1 0 Zl ZZZV rv- ZZ V' Z9 19 SO : v o Tii« r?i Snr A £ 5 A 3 6 7 e i K 11 hi 13 VI Id AS 17 ■m i9 mzi zzzszo Thursday, Sept. 2. T'his day witnessed the return of all good Seattle College students to the fold. Short lessons were enjoyed by all. Monday, Sept. 7. Labor Day. 'The first of the goodly number of holidays we hope to have this term. Monday, Sept. 14. In accordance with the instituted custom. Mass of the Holy Ghost was today celebrated by Father Fil-ippi for the spiritual and temporal welfare of the college students. Father Tom kin addressed the assembled classes speaking of the obligations of students to parents and self, and dwelt on the duties of young men attending school or college. Tuesday, Sept. 15. At the second meeting of the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin, officers for the coming year were chosen: John Earles, prefect; John Dougherty, Thomas Earles and Lester Schorn, assistants: Father Hayes, moderator of the Sodality, spoke a few words, choosing for his subject the necessity of devotion to the Blessed Virgin for a practical Catholic. Friday, Sept. 25. Amid scenes of exciting and close balloting, Mr. [. Dougherty, sur-named “the Popular,” was chosen today to preside at the weekly meetings of the Debating Society and to wield the chairman’s gavel with his customary, solid, senatorial gravity. James McAteer, of the Sophomore class, was selected to perform the duties and to assume the obligations of secretary; Lester Schorn, the rosy-cheeked Apollo of the apple orchards, was elected to the post of sergeant-at-arms. His muscular prowess and general all-around gallantry will no doubt inspire all would-be-breakers-of-thc-pcace with sentiments of tranquil quiet and repose. Friday, Oct. 2. Reading of the monthly notes and distribution of testimonials took place today in the Assembly Hall. Father Rector complimented the classes on their good showing. No specimen was given. The difficulties in making arrangements for such were 32 T II K P A L K S T li A numerous owing to the shortness of time since the opening of school. Watch us next month. Monday, Oct. 12. Columbus Day. Holiday, that’s all. Wednesday, Oct 14. Today a celebrity from North Yakima registered at the college; poet, thespian. amateur philosopher and an ardent disciple of the great and illustrious Descartes. We mean Will Mayer, whom we welcome with joy. Thursday, Oct. 15. Assembly of the college classes for the purpose of choosing a board of editors for the College Annual. Look for the names of the officers, editors, assistants. business managers and artists in some other prominent place of this book. Friday. Oct. 16. The first debate of the year was held in the college hall. J. Dougherty and C. Peerenboom winning the negative of the question. ‘'Resolved. That the literacy test is unfair to aliens.” Lester Schorn and J. Earles, upholding the negative, were loudly applauded. Wednesday, Oct. 21. Formal opening of the club room for the college students. 'Thursday, Oct. 22. In today’s debate the “Drvs” were overwhelmingly drenched by the “Wets.” Friday, Oct. 24. Half holiday to see the illustrious B. James of the Boston Braves at Dugdalc Park. Vi vat B. James! Tuesday, Nov. 2. All Souls Day. Classes convened at 10:30 to permit the students to receive Communion. Wednesday, Nov. 3. The Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius, annually conducted at the college for the students, were begun under the guidance of Father Forhan. 'The raucous cries of the younger element are stilled. Symptoms of gratitude and thanksgiving manifested in the countenances of the stolid philosophers. Monday, Nov. 9. The class of 1915 gave their specimen in the auditorium before the assembled faculty and students. Mr. J. Dougherty, president of the student body, president of the Senior class, prefect of the Sodality, chairman of the Debating Society, and editor-in-chief of the Annual, found time aside from his other duties, bis many duties, bis pressing duties, to give a splendid talk on the prospects of our Annual. Theodore Kohls read an interesting paper on Magnetism, the younger generation awakening to the conclusion and applauding vigorously. C. Peeren-boom rapidly set forth a few of the most important and interesting points in “Electro-Chemistry. It seemed to be well received by J. Mitchell. J. McKenna endeared hansel f to the hearts of all by bringing the specimen to a close with the reading of an excellent paper on philosophical questions. Wednesday, Nov. 11. Today witnessed the addition of the study of astronomy to the already staggering burden of the Senior class curriculum. Thursday, Nov. 12. An increase in the L. S. Navy voted down in debating societv. Mr. H. Kelly, of fourth academic, displayed a wonderful knowledge of parliamentary pro cedure. 'Tuesday, Nov. 24. Feast of St. Catherine, patroness of philosophers. Holiday for Seniors. Friday, Nov. 27. Seattle College Dramatic Society today staged a play, “'The Freshman, at the Immaculate Conception S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A X X U A L Hall. For further information concerning the same, “vide” account by one of the cast, who can, no doubt, praise the acting of himself and colleagues much better than I. Friday, Dec. 4. The “Jubilee Class.” 1917-18. today gave the first Friday specimen. T. Earles, whose name and drawings are to be found scattered throughout tin's magazine, spoke on the utility and necessity of the Debating Society. All were thoroughly convinced of this point by the time he concluded. J. P. Mitchell, ably seconded and assisted by James McAteer, delivered an oration on oratory. Roger Coughlin drew a pathetic rhetorical picture of the devastations wrought by rlie present little jambouree which is at present turning the Kaiser’s famous mustaches gray with worry. Said picture brought tears to the eyes of several gentlemen in the rear of the hall. The second seat from the end on the rostrum was occupied by Robert Emmett Coughlan. Monday, Dec. 7. The College Annual editorial staff met today in the college club room and discussed questions relating to the production of the Annual, among them the selecting of an appropriate name. A delightful poctr by J. I), was read and enjoyed by all. Mr. Williams took a picture'. Tuesday. Dec. 8. Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Roth Sodalities received Holy Communion in a body. Father Rector spoke a short sermon o:i “Devotion to the Mother of God.” Saturday. Dec. 12. North Yakima bunch becoming very nervous. Home, sweet home. Sunday, Dec. 13. Delegation visits Father Rector to request closing of school December 18. Kohls, as spokesman, orated with great length and greater English on the advantages to be derived from a long vacation. His speech might have convinced Father President. It did not convince his comrades. Friday. Dec. 18. Under the direction cf that eminent sportsman and ardent mathc- 33 matician, William (). Mayei, the school classes today held highest high jinks in the college auditorium. The college orchestra, as usual, started things going with music of purest tone serene; William (). M., in his best suit and happiest smile, gave what the program called the “Introductory Remarks;” Third Year High, under the direction of Mr. Egan, S. J., sang beautifully; Lester B. Schorn, he of Yukon fame, spoke the “Cremation of Sam M'Gee, a ghastly piece, but which was loudly applauded; “Fat Bartholcr, a rising young comedian, with three others, comprising the Canary Quartette,” warbled “Tipperary” until told to leave the stage: the so-called “All Star 'Frio” of First High, C. Mayer, L. Keating and V. Moriartv, entertained next and did splendidly. V. Moriartv was misfortunately placed hors de combat by a busted fiddle string. “Vacation Army,” by the Soph. Quintette, was a thorough surprise, l he stalwart Sophs, marched up from below bearing drums and other musical instruments. All with the exception of J. P. Mitchell wore disguises of various description. (J. P. M. said lie didn’t need any). 'File whole affair was a burlesque on “Washington Street Rliap-sodists” and was gone through with quite original comedy, and true to life acting. Senior and Junior sang Josephus McKenna’s parody on “Tipperary.” John Dougherty, as usual, made a speech wishing us all a Merry Xmas. Father Rector expressed the pleasure he had found in being present at the afternoon's entertainment; his satisfaction with the first half year’s school work, and his wish that all would spend a pleasant vacation. 'Fill January 4th—adieu—Alma Mater! Monday, Jan. 4. Back again. North Yakima bunch all snowbound, with the exception of T. Kohls, his long legs being self-sufficient for the deepest drifts. Wireless outfit found installed in the laboratory, and Father Hayes, prefect of discipline, found absent, having to everyone’s deepest regret, been called to--------------------------during T II K P A L K S T R A 34 vacation. All classes began repetitions in preparation for the mid-year exams—those dearly beloved and joyously anticipated, absolutely exquisite—mid-year exams. Thursday, Jan. 7. North Yakima bunch returned from the wilds today, sleepy-eyed, tired, worn out from their (somewhat protracted) vacation, and in evident anxiety as to what excuse to give for their tardy return. Friday, Jan. 8. Rev. Father Ryan, recently ordained to the ministry of the priesthood, today celebrated Holy Mass in the college chapel. Father Ryan, who is the first Seattle boy to receive Holy Orders, is an alumnus of Seattle College. Friday, Jan. 15. Those exams, arc approaching with incredible rapidity. Monday. Jan. 25. Sentiments of sorrow manifested on countenances of Seattle College students. Alas and alack ! ! ! ! ! for those golden hours so recklessly thrown away. Tuesday, Jan. 26. Even the youngsters are sad. Wednesday, Jan. 27. Calculus exam, was today enjoyed by Senior and Junior. Thursday, Jan. 28. Gloom—Gloom— Gloom— Friday, Jan. 29. Having writ himself “dry” during the past few days of mid-year examination, he who has been chosen to keep this day-by-dav account, feels himself justified in writing no more about this 29th of January than the words—“Thank goodness, they’re over with. Monday, Feb. 1. J. P. Mitchell pulls a new wheeze today. It wasn’t much of a wheeze, but he continued to pull it until some one asked him to sing. Then, in his exceptional egotism, J. P. M. wailed about “yellow tulips’ and “big red roses,” so mournfully that, like Roland and the siren, we were forced to resort to rough-and-ready measures. John’s jokes are not laughed at by even Bill Mayer, and his music is even worse than Jerome Kelly’s. Tuesday, Feb. 2. The “Flunks” blossomed forth on the bulletin board today. Wednesday, Feb. 3. Meeting of college classes to elect manager and captain for the prospective baseball team, 'Fed Kohls and Musical Mitchell being chosen with many rousing cheers. Thursday, Feb. 4. Meeting of the Senior class to settle matter of having photographs taken. Friday, Feb. 5. Meeting of board of editors of the College Annual to select a name for the magazine. Saturday, Feb. 6. Jerome R. Kelly, who thrilled Seattle audiences last spring with his vocal performances, returned to school today and was received by Division No. 1 of the Maxim Silencer Corps. Friday, Feb. 12. Lincoln’s birthday—half holiday. Monday, Feb. 15. First baseball turn-out, T. Kohls and J. Mitchell taking the field with all the show of precious authority they could command. We understand that J. P. M. will not try to pitch this year, and as a con- S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N X IT A L sequence of the preceding that the team will have every chance for success. Tuesday, Feb. 16. The secretary and treasurer of the Student Body Association open sale of membership cards. Wednesday, Feb. 17. Secretary and treasurer said to have spent yesterday’s net receipts for carfare going home last evening. Thursday, Feb. 18. William (). Mayer, of stellar mathematical fame, has a toothache. Friday, Feb. 19. Win. (). Mayer’s face swollen and business of shaving neglected. Monday, Feb. 22. W. (). Mayer visits dental parlors of one Dr. E. J. B., D. D. S. Tuesday, Feb. 23. W. Mayer ill. Wednesday, Feb. 24. W. M. recovering. Thursday, Feb. 25. Bill Mayer manifests symptoms of disgust for dental accomplishments of E. J. B.. I). D. S. Friday, Feb. 26. B. Mayer takes exam, in Calculus. Recovery, therefore, complete. Monday, March 1.—Red Letter Day. John Dougherty absent. Lovell Spellniire fails to hand in any Calculus. Jos. McKenna engages in no argumentation. John Earles present for Pol. Econ. Lcn. Reilly on time for chemistry. B. Mayer gets “civilized” haircut. Wednesday, March 10. Grand rally in the auditorium. Speeches by such eminent orators as J. Dougherty, J. Mitchell, T. Kohls and C. Peerenboom, the purpose of the rally being to announce a “raffle” to raise funds for the baseball team, and to loosen the purse strings of those who had not purchased association tickets. The speechmakcrs were applauded generously. Thursday, March 11. Fourth academic banquet today in the class club room, second floor Administration building. John Dougherty, revered president of everything at the college, was present and thus reported: “The 35 feeds were swell—gosh!!—everything was splendid. Several members of the faculty were present and addressed the gathering. A picture for the “Pai.estra” was taken and I made a speech. Right after that everybody went home.” Friday, March 12. A pleasant surprise was given the college classes today by the members of Fourth High. A second banquet was prepared, at which the greater number of the upper class students attended. James McAtecr sang in company with his brother Sophomores, everyone spouted a little oratory, and J. McKenna told a genuine English joke. Monday, March 15. J. Earles undergoes serious operation for removal of enlarged neck gland. Tuesday, March 16. J. Earles appears swathed in bandages. “Such heroism!” we murmur in rapt admiration. Wednesday, March 17. Erin Go Bragh. Thursday, March 18. J. Earles absent on account of headache. T. Kohls sustains glorious black eye. Friday, March 19. (Evening) Following today’s baseball game with Broadway High T II K P A L E S T li A 36 School John Mitchell was arrested on a charge of conspiracy. Monday, March 22. Beginning of Forty Hours’ Devotion. Thursday, March 25. Feast of the Annunciation, Senior and Junior Sodalities received Holy Communion and were dismissed for the remainder of the day. Friday, March 26. C. Pecrenboom recalls old times by being in Tacoma on debating day. Sunday, March 28. Sophomores prevail upon (as. McAtecr to discard hoosier habits and wear garters. Monday, March 29. Proofs of photos delivered at school. Schorn holding up picture of himself: “Honestly, do I look as bad as that?” McKenna, preparing foi flight: “Worse—much worse.” (Roars of merriment due to above English—beg pardon —Canadian joke.) Tuesday, March 30. Beginning of the Easter vacation. Tuesday, April 6. Back again. Begins now, the last lap of the year 1914-15. Friday, April 9. Lecture on the orbital motion of the earth today given by Mr. James Edmonds in the college auditorium. Mr. Edmonds illustrated his remarks with the novel instrument known as the “Tellurion,” a device which portrays in a very interesting way the three motions of the earth. The long-postponed raffle for the benefit of the Athletic Club was held, the prize, a pair of gauntlets from Holy Cross Mission, Alaska, was drawn by B. Ferguson. The month’s testimonials were distributed by Father Rector. At different times during the afternoon the college orchestra rendered selections from grand opera and the “Follies of 1914.” Monday, April 19. Seattle College ball team, ably assisted and seconded by D. O’Brien, umpire, defeated West Seattle High School, making twenty-nine hits, stealing eighteen bases and scoring twenty-four runs. J. Mitchell began the gay promenade around the bases by drawing a pass, stealing second, stealing third, and finally stealing home while the West Seattle team gazed on in horrified amazement. T. Earles, petit right fielder for the college, clouted out a home run. but owing to fatigue proceeded no farther than third. West Seattle scored five runs and departed homeward manifesting symptoms of profound disgust. Tuesday, April 20. John Dougherty indignantly denies justice of his being called a “hypocrite.” Wednesday, April 21. Patronal feast of Rev. Father Tomkin; a holiday was granted the entire school. Thursday, April 22. Elocution contest preliminaries are held in the college auditorium. Friday, April 23. Final debate of the year. First sign of approaching vacation. Monday, April 26. T. Kohls and J. Mitchell, the first of whom failed to appear for Saturday’s game, and the second of whom might just as well have done likewise, today stood up in full unblushing dignity and had their pictures taken with the real players. “O Tcmpora, () Mores”—we remark from our knowledge of Latin. Tuesday, April 27. A valedictory, flowery, ornate and beautiful, today wilted and was consigned to the ash can. Wednesday, April 28. Jas. McAtecr enjoys severe boil on neck. Much excitement among fickle Sophomores. Thursday, April 29. Len. Reilly, capitalist and living representation of “Thrifty Alexander,” figures upon the expense attendant upon a Senior-Junior banquet. Saturday, May 1. A document conveying the Apostolic blessing of Benedict XV to the faculty and students of Seattle College is S K A T T L K C () L L K G E A N N UAL 37 received from Very Rev. R. Gleeson, S. J., who has just returned from the Holy City. Monday. May 3. Seniors take final exam, in chemistry. Being finished therewith they exhibit emotions of exhilarated ecstasy. Friday, May 7. First Friday exercises in the college auditorium were today conducted by First Academic. The specimen was the most successful given this year as far as variety is concerned. The feature of the entertainment was H. Barton’s “Latin Narrative. a composition so wonderful that even the Seniors were forced to listen attentively to interpret. Tom Earles and the Sophs, were hopelessly outdistanced and expired on the third line. A card party for the benefit of the ball team is held in the hall of the Immaculate Conception Church. Seattle College students present in great numbers. J. Dougherty, “Doc” Sullivan and T. Earles officiated. J. McKenna and Les. Schorn devoted themselves to a whole platoon of “dulce ridentes—dulce loquentes Lalages.” The Poker Club, under the direction of J. Mitchell (R. E. Coghlan being absent), held forth in one corner. The officials remarked that though funds sufficient for the purchase of sweaters had hardly been gathered in, still what there was could be spent just as easily as if it had been more. (Nota Bene.—The officials are men of sterling worth and guaranteed honesty.) Among the noted individ- uals present were: Mr. H. Mullen, well- known lumber broker; Mr. J. Gill, athlete; Mr. W. O’Connell, editor, etc. All enjoyed themselves immensely. Monday. May 10. College classes begin the repetitions, preparing for the final exams. Monday, May 17. Seniors skirmish with the Differential and Integral Calculus. Some pass remarks to the effect that the same skirmish may prove “final” in more than one sense of the word. All expect unheard-of marks. Wednesday, May 19. Elocution contest held in the Knights of Columbus hall. Budding orators in knee pants, and more developed orators (in more developed pants) delivered recitations with waving arms, shrieking voices and carefully concealed inward tremors. The judges have promised to do their very best judging, so every contestant is confident (in private) of receiving a medal. Thursday, May 20. Seniors strut about in blithesome glee. No more “Cal-cul”—and “those marks” were simply glorious. Monday, May 24. Matter for the “chronicle” becoming very scarce. Students too extremely busy preparing for the finish to think of anything else. Wednesday, May 26. The Dramatic Club stages the “Private Secretary” at the Press Club Theatre. Thursday, May 27. Notice is given to the effect that the finals will commence for Senior and Junior on May 31. • Conclusion The College chronicle is finished. Whatever be its merits or its faults—it is finished, and that in itself appears to be a redeeming feature. It is a list, rather than an account of the events of the year, for to tell of the doings of the term in a complete and elaborate manner would be to cover a great many pages, T II E P A L E S T It A :38 and “Ve Scribe” is not allowed unlimited scope by the “Palestra’s” board of editors. Some, mentioned in the preceding pages, will read them with sentiments of annoyance and may even lie in wait for the unfortunate writer, cherishing thoughts of sweet revenge. To such individuals we freely confess having been guilty of several libels and leave them, each to apply to himself the general retraction here made. Others will act in the same manner and be exceeding wroth at heart, for mention of themselves, where themselves” longed for secrecy. To those we remark that it was ever thus that “Veritas odium parit, and that we feel perfectly capable of bearing the “odium and standing with the “veritas.” Again, a number of things were doubtful. Such were omitted entirely on account of the uncertainty surrounding them. Thus we told nothing of 'I'. Earles, our adipose art editor, having been arrested, yes, actually arrested by a great big Swedish officer of the law, who saw in Tommy’s fat, chubby countenance something sinister— something suspicious. Now the same T. Earles never did anything more in conflict with legal precepts than to fail to pay the student body treasurer the four bits he owed him, and the officer, after listening to two blocks of tearful protestations of innocence, changed his mind regarding 'I'. E.’s character and let him go. The next day Tommy told the story with such a nonchalant air that we thought he was “kid- ding, so to speak, and left it out. T. Earles will be sincerely grateful, we hope. Again, we said nothing about the time “Doc” Sullivan and the party of gay young Seattle College students he was riding around in his Ford, collided with a motorcycle. The P.-I. told about it and also gave the time of night (or was it morning?) that the accident occurred. “Doc denied connection with the whole affair and said someone gave his name to save his own. We might have taken J. Mitchell’s word for it. John was along and told us the whole story, but then he always was pretty much of a bluffer anyway, so we left it out. J. Mitch and “Doc will reward our secrecy beyond doubt. And now the end is near. The exams, will soon be over. The class rooms which for the past ten months have resounded with strains of Latin, Greek, Mathematics, and such like, all mingled with numbers of less scholarly noises, will soon be silent. One more term will have passed from the infinity of future terms to the ever-increasing total of defunct terms—a phenomenon which seldom fails to excite the interest and admiration of the youthful mind. And so having made these reflections, together with the remark that its ending begins to awake vague doubts as to the correctness of the above when the “youthful mind happens to be a graduate’s, we bring this diary to its final close. Cyril Peer ex boom, ’15. SEATTLK COLLKGK ANX UAL 39 A papular (Cmtrrptimt nf thr Marking flrittripUB nf Mirrirsfi Srlrgraphg SEATTLE COLLEGE RADIO STATION ONF has only to sit for a few moments with the phones on his ears, in any of our larger cities, to realize what a firm grasp wireless telegraphy has taken on the enthusiasm of our American youth. And we marvel the more on second thought. Most of these enterprising young men have had little or no electrical education, not even a course in high school physics. For these we intend this article, and feel they will welcome an effort to couch in non-technical language the underlying principles of radio-transmission. Wireless telegraphy is not deep. And at present we wonder, that, the electric current once controlled, man did not long ago perceive the ease of forcing that current through space into a properly equipped receiver. May we not persuade the reader, no matter how limited his electrical knowledge, that he. like the great physicists of the nineteenth century, is thoroughly acquainted with all the fundamentals of wireless; and had he the resourcefulness and practical ability of Marconi, were not wireless already a reality, who knows but what he might have become its inventor? Let us first understand something of the generation of an electric current. Four or five hundred turns of wire are connected through their terminals to a galvanometer, the little instrument that detects the feeblest currents. If a bar magnet he suddenly thrust through the coil, a deflection of the needle will indicate a momentary flow of current through the wire. Draw out the magnet, and again the needle is deflected, this time in the opposite direction, showing the flow of the current has been reversed. This little experiment reveals a secret. A magnet, within a 40 T II K l A L E S T It A small space around it, is effective; i. e., will draw iron or steel filings brought within that area. This area we designate the magnetic field. The simple experiment has demonstrated that merely drawing a wire through a magnetic field, or what is relatively the same, the magnetic field across the wire, generates an electric current in the wire. We have here constructed a miniature dynamo. Not otherwise in their ultimate analysis will lx found the giant generators of our power houses, which, driven by water, steam or gas, whirl round and round, thundering by day and by night, supplying light to the eye and power to our street cars and railways. We now enter the wireless receiving station. and violating all rules of order, will endeavor to understand the transmitted sound as received. Later, we will take up its origin. Suffice it to say that we arc able easily to set up aii electrical disturbance in the atmosphere, or to be more scientific, in the ether. This disturbance is like the splash of a rock in a lake. The waves that result go out in all directions, extending farther and farther, till they die out or hit the shore. About this wave, extending out on all sides, is the magnetic field. We immediately and rightly conclude. that as a natural consequence, wherever the magnetic field of the wave cuts a wire or a bundle of wires, an electric current is the inevitable result. This, however, on the one condition that one end of the wire be connected to the ground. An electric current is like water at an elevation. Give it an outlet and it will rush to the lowest level. The electric current is scientifically declared to have volume or potential, which given an opening, such as a connection to the ground, will seek, or flow to the lower level or ground which has zero potential. The most conspicuous part of the receiving station is the aerial or elevated grid. It would be words wasted to discuss here the various types of aerials. All will work, even a single wire, provided it be properly insulated. We wish this current, it is true, to flow to the ground, not, however, until it has passed through the operating room or station, where its passage is detected. Speaking of aerials, it will be of interest to the inexperienced to know that, so universally true is the statement that the magnetic field of the wave, cutting a wire, will produce a flow of current, that some ingenious youths have availed themselves of elevated telephone wires, or bell connections, and have done satisfactory longdistance receiving. (Be it noted, however, that they should never use these for sending.) And even within close range a bed spring or a suspended dish pan has rendered efficient service. Taking the ideal station where we have the well insulated set of wires, suspended in mid air, the electric wave, coming from near or far, with the speed of light 180,000 miles per second, cuts the wires with its magnetic field. The current is generated, rushes through the wires into the receiving room, and thence through the instruments into the ground. The current, of course, is exceedingly feeble. But right here the genius of Marconi manifested itself. William Marconi had just graduated from the University of Bologna. He was fresh from the hands of his professors, and still fresh and young from the hands of nature. But he had the originality to chalk out a new road to success and fame. He immediately set all the earnestness of his nature, all the might of his hope and all the wealth of his youthful character on a single cast—wireless. For a short while he was like an infant, struggling in its first efforts to walk against the mighty force of gravity. He evinced the energy and ability not unworthy an older and long-tried inventor; and the ingenuity ano scrutinizing powers with which nature had prodigiously invested him, were not easily baffled. He was as undaunted as the broad Mississippi meeting a log or a sand bank. He was as sanguine as a morning in S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A N N UAL 41 spring. He was never wildly credulous over impossible expectations. He had learned from his professors that wireless transmission was possible. The difficulty lay in the reception of transmitted wave. Marconi was alert, keenly alive to the situation. Some there are who would deny to Marconi the title of inventor. It is true that Hertz, Branly, Maxwell and others had anticipated him in establishing the existence of wireless waves. For this discovery we give them all credit, and we might even consider them the inventors of wireless transmission. But far otherwise is the reception of the wave, differing as much from the former as the ear does from the tongue. Of wireless reception and its practical evolution, Marconi holds the undisputed claim of inventor. Not even in their most enthusiastic moments did Hertz, Branly, Dolbear or Maxwell conceive it possible that within a quarter of a century messages would be flashed over the complete circuit of the globe in less than a minute and a half, and this without the medium of wires. Marconi poured the vague elemental theories of his professors and predecessors into the alembic of his own mind, and there allowing them to mingle, fuse, simmer and cool, transmuted the heterogeneous mass into one solid, concrete fact—wireless transmission over a space of hundreds of miles. Marconi had read of Hertz. This celebrated physicist, setting a spark coil in operation. had taken a single wire, so bent that its ends very closely approached each other, and standing oft a few yards, had detected the feeble but significant spark flash between the terminals. An electric disturbance had been set up by the sparking coil. Waves were sent out ; magnetic lines of force were cutting that circle of wire; tiny sparks evinced the presence of a current. Marconi’s nature was sensitively attuned and promptly responded. An ordinary telegraph key could control the spark at the coil. An intelligent message could be sent and detected. And if for the distance of a few yards, why not, with greater power to a distance of rods or miles? That he was on the right track his later success has fully-demonstrated. But whereas the disturbance or wave set up might at close range be detected by the spark, at a greater distance its strength was not equal to a flash. More delicate methods had to be devised for a detector. For a time the Branly coherer served this purpose. This little instrument consists in its essentials of a small glass tube filled with nickel filings. These, ordinarily non-conduc-tive, when drawn into line by the feeble alternating wireless current, become conductive of the strong direct current from dry cells. By setting this line of filings in series with batteries and bell, the circuit being complete on the arrival of the wireless current, the bcli rings. The hammer of the bell, set midway between the bell and the tube of filings, on its release by the bell magnets, bounds back against the tube, and disarranges the order of the filings. The battery circuit is broken, unless, the wireless message continuing, the filings again arc ordered. This instrument, however, was too unreliable. Marconi experimented with many other ingenious types of detectors. These we pass over in silence, and come down to that now universally in use, the cheapest, the simplest, and withal satisfactorily efficient. We go again to our receiving apparatus. The current flowing in from the aerial is conducted through fifteen or twenty turns of wire into the ground. The number of turns in this primary of the receiving transformer can be varied at will by a movable contact. We introduce into the center of this primary another concentric coil, generally of finer wire with double or treble the number of turns. Here likewise the turns can be varied, and the whole moved in or out. Its terminals we can for the present run directly to the phones. When the current passes through the primary on its journey to the ground, its magnetic lines of force cut the secondary, and naturally 42 T II K P A L K S T R A a current is set up in the secondary. This current flows through the coils of the electro magnets in the phones. We know that a magnet, encircled by a flowing current becomes appreciably stronger. Hence we would expect that the flow of the current, alternately strengthening and weakening the magnets, would cause the diaphragm of the phones to respond by successive taps. Indeed, this would be so: but the alterations of the wireless current are so rapid, many millions per minute, that no mechanical contrivance like the diaphragm of the telephone could respond. To overcome this difficulty merely break one of the wires between the secondary and the phones, introduce a small piece of silicon, galena, pyrites or any other of the many workable crystals, or even an electrolytic detector. This device not only slows down the speed of the alternations, but actually changes the current from alternating to direct, so that the diaphragm of phones promptly and accurately responds. Thus much for a succinct explanation of the theories underlying the reception of wireless messages. Ingenious little contrivances have been introduced from time to time, while the style of instruments and the connecting circuits are varied according to the whims of the operator. In all cases, however, the basic principles are the same. To set up the disturbance or splash in the ether is so simple and common an affair that we hardly give it attention. Any spark will cause an electric splash and the consequent electro magnetic waves. A very sensitive receiving outfit may pick up the sparks from a passing auto, while lightning roars and crackles in even the crudest instruments. The simplest apparatus arranged for controlling the spark is the ordinary spark coil, with a key in scries between the batteries and primary, the secondary or sparking terminals connected, one to the aerial, the other to the ground. Press the key, a spark passes between the secondary terminals and the wave, car- ried out on the aerial, radiates into the ether. The ground long since used as a conductor, forms theoretically at least, the return circuit for the current after it has passed through the distant receiving set, into the earth. To increase the output, a condenser—alternate layers of tin foil and glass—may be connected or shunted across the secondaries of the coil. This device stores up the energy of the current until, its capacity taxed, it bursts with a crackling spark that is highly efficient for wireless. The better equipped stations use a transformer, either open or closed core type, where the current is stopped up from the ordinary low voltage of the house circuit, to thousands of volts; and the current after passing the gap, is run into the aerial by induction. The secondary terminals of the transformer run straight to the two sides of the gap. and thence to the ends of a turn or two of heavy brass, copper or aluminum strip. The condenser is put in series with one of these leads from the gap to this primary of the oscillation transformer. Another concentric coil of eight or ten turns, likewise of heavy strip, is set within the primary, its upper end connected to the aerial, its lower to the ground. These contacts arc movable to vary the length of the emitted wave. By induction this secondary takes up the current when it flows from the gap through the one or two turns of the primary. This in its essentials is the basis of all wireless transmission. Here again instruments are constantly varied in style and circuits. The spark gap is perhaps the most subject to alteration. In place of the straight gap. an ordinary device is the rapidly rotating wheel, with eight or ten sparking points flying around between the terminals. By this contrivance the pitch of the spark is raised an octave or two, greatly facilitating the reading of the message. It hears in pitch the same relation to a straight gap that the piercing note of the violin bears to the hollow tone of the tuba. The youthful owner of a wireless outfit is S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N IT A L to lx- congratulated. He has his own little field of labor, which he spontaneously and faithfully cultivates. It bears fruit in proportion to his exertions. The delusive pleasure of idleness he neither knows or seeks to know. Time for positive evil he will never find. His “hobby” will absorb his thoughts; his thoughts will plan, and gradually shape themselves into some concrete material reality that will span the imperceptible ether. Alone at 43 night in his garret, den, or cellar, there is no solitude. The press of the key bilocatcs ana trilocates his person into distant homes. He holds converse with unseen and unknown friends. He enjoys the opportunity of forming a sympathetic acquaintance, breeding only education and ambition. And the sayings and doings of these industrious youths form the taste, supply conversation and leaven the existence of fresh and promising lives. J. A. V., S. J. MEN jammed the bar-room of the Northern Club, drinking, gambling, and betting high on the results of the coming “All Alaskan Sweepstakes,” the great “Derby” of the North. The Alaskan Sweepstakes means as much to an Alaskan as the Vanderbilt Cup means to an automobilist. The “Solomon Derby. a minor race and a sort of a try-out, had been run about two weeks before. The favorite competitors now. were honest old “Big George. Hargrave, and that fox Yermack. Big George had a grizzly build, was clad in northern fashion and wore bearskin pants, fur inside. His corded neck rose out of his parka, colored and toughened by many an Arctic winter. Yermack. living in ease, was rich, and crafty, and owned thirty of the best dogs in the North. Slinking in his master’s footsteps and worthy of his hire went Yermack’s half-breed, Pete. He hated Big George— why. he knew not. perhaps because his master did. At our present speaking forty hours had passed since the dog teams had started, at a flag signal, over the Sweepstake course, from the Northern Club, having four hundred and ten miles to cover in a circuit. An air of excitement invaded the huge bar-room. Just then a telephone message announced the arrival of Big George’s team at Bitter Pass, thirty minutes ahead of Yermack’s, and forty minutes ahead of Hargrave’s. About noon the announcer cried, “Yermack’s team at ‘Asses Ear,’ forty minutes behind George’s! Hargrave’s not yet in sight!” One of those who turned away in disgust was Yermack himself. “Forty minutes is a thunder of a lead!” growled a Yermack backer. “What’s the matter with your team, Yermack ?” “The race isn’t over yet.” With an unobserved signal to Pete, who was lounging as usual in a corner, Yermack strolled out of the hotel and moved in the direction of his cabin. When out of eyesight from the hotel he called the half-breed to his side. “You’ve got to put a kink in George for T 11 E P A L E S T R A me, Pete. George’s got to be stopped and you're the man to do it. “Too much risk.' growled Pete. You do this and you’ll get more gold than you ever dreamed of. “And more lead than I’d want to own. They like George too much. “He’s got to be stopped!” cried Yermack. “By Jove! I’ve got it! Come on into the shack.” Big George had been driving along the treeless tundra across frozen streams, up and down the rugged divides, and along the ice-clad coasts. As he reached the turn road on the home stretch about three miles from the finish—Bang! Bang! Bang! three shots rang out on the cold, crisp air and two of the leading dogs fell dead! George fired in return. A deep silence followed. As the rules of the Sweepstake registered every dog, they had to be at the finish alive or dead. No time could be lost in pursuit. Big George, having unhitched the dead carcasses from the harness, dragged them into the sled, cracked his lash—his heart sank! The weary dogs trudged on, struggling with their increased burden. George could already discern an advancing black streak far to the rear. With lash and voice he urged his faithful twelve. Yermack's driver sized up the situation as he forged near. What had happened ? Big (ieorge’s dark aspect stopped the question on his lips. Hi! Now Hi! roared George as both turned head towards the goal. In vain! Yermack s team was gaining steadily. But hardly had it gone fifty yards ahead on the broad, frozen river when George saw the leaders disappear and the front jerked into the air. There, on the other bank, rose the goal— George pleaded with his faithful team! When he looked around he saw the driver turn his team to draw back, but—another section of the ice gave way and dogs, sled, driver, all, sank in an instant. “The bottom had dropped out of the trail!” Big George won the prize—$5,000—Hargrave, second, $1,000. But Yermack was driven from the country by the angry mob. Raphael Van Snyders. First Academic. S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A N N UAL 4-5 fatrinttam PATRIOTISM is a theme which has been spoken of and written of by orators, historians, and statesmen of every nation from the time of Demosthenes down to the present century, and it is today fresh 1 and elaborately dealt with throughout America, especially by many of our eminent citizens. of son for mother; strong as the hand of death, loyal, generous and disinterested, shrinking from no sacrifice, seeking no reward save country’s triumph. There is magic in the word patriotism; the human race pays homage to patriotism because of its supreme value; the value of patriotism to a people is above gold and lion AXOKLS SODALITY Patriotism is that passion which moves a person to serve his country, either in defending it from invasion, or in protecting its rights and maintaining its laws and institutions. It is a love for one’s fatherland anti a devotion to the interests and welfare of one’s country. In defining patriotism as you understand it. and as you feel it, I would say it is love of country and loyalty to its life and weal, love tender and strong, tender as the affection precious stones, above commerce and industry, above cities and warships. Patriotism is the vital spark of the nation’s honor, the living fount of the nation’s prosperity, the strong shield of the nation’s safety. Patriotism is innate in man, the absence of it betokens a perversion of human nature, but it attains its full force and beauty only where minds are elevated and hearts are generous. Next to God is country, and next to religion is patriotism. No praise goes beyond TII K P A L K S T R A the deserts of patriotism. It is sublime in its heroic obligation upon a field of battle, “Oh glorious is he who for his country falls.” exclaimed the Trojan warrior, Hector. It is sublime in the oft repeated toil of dutiful citizenship. “Of all human doings,” writes Cicero, “none is more honorable, none more estimable than to deserve well of the commonwealth.” Loyalty to the state is a public virtue. When the heart is right there is true patriotism. A man to be a true patriot must admit into his bosom the specific and mighty emotion of patriotism. He must love his country; his whole country as the place of his birth or adoption and the sphere of his largest duties, as the playground of his childhood. It was patriotism that steeled the arm of Horatius at the bridge; gave courage to Leonidas and his Spartan band at the Pass of Thermopylae; inspired the ten thousand at Marathon: it was divine inspiration and patriotism that moved Joan of Arc to defend her beloved France. Patriotism gave to humanity and the cause of liberty, the Declaration of Independence. Patriotism sustained Washington at Valley Forge, led Grant through the wilderness, Sherman to the Sea and Far-ragut up the .Mississippi. Patriotism is what has kept alive through ages of persecution, the faith and race of the Irish people. It was patriotism that led O’Connell and Robert Emmett and all the Irish patriots to fight as they were obliged to. for the rights of the Irish nation. Patriotism is what caused our beloved President Lincoln to endure and overcome all the difficulties of his most troublesome administration. America has a singular title to our admiration and love; for in this country of ours all men are civilly and politically equal, all have the same rights. Countries are of divine appointment, therefore the divine gift of liberty is God’s recognition of man’s greatness and trail’s dignity. Put no country, until the Republic of America came into existence, had what can be truly called liberty; for liberty is exemption from all restraint save that of the laws of justice and order, exemption from submission to other men, except so far as they represent and enforce those laws. Therefore, is there not meaning for Americans in the word country, and have not Americans reasons to live and if need be, to die for their country? Patriotism is a moral and religious duty in every country; patriotism is a duty, in America it is a duty thrice blessed. The duty of patriotism is a duty of justice and of gratitude. The country fosters our dearest interests, it protects our homes and our altars, without it there is no safety for life and property, no opportunity for development or progress; and as our late President McKinley has said, “The unity of the republic is secure so long as wc continue to honor the memory of the men who died by the tens of thousands to preserve it. The dissolution of the Union is impossible so long as we continue to inculcate lessons of fraternity, unity and patriotism and erect monuments to perpetuate these sentiments.” It is as Mr. Lincoln said at Gettysburg. “that the dead shall not have died in vain; that the nation’s later birth of freedom and the people’s gain of their own sovereignty shall not perish from the earth. That is what national monuments to our heroes mean. That is the lesson of true patriotism, that what was won in war shall be worn in peace.” But we must not forget, my fellow countrymen. that the Union which these brave men preserved and the liberties which they secured. place upon us, the living, the gravest responsibility. We are the freest government on the face of the earth. Our strength rests in our patriotism. Anarchy flees before patriotism. Peace and order and security and liberty arc safe so long as love of country burns in the hearts of the people; to repeat, it should not be forgotten that liberty docs not mean lawlessness. Liberty to make our own laws does not give us license to break S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N UAL 47 them, liberty to make our own laws commands a duty to observe them ourselves and enforce obedience among all others within our jurisdiction. Liberty, my fellow citizens, is responsibility, and responsibility is duty, and that duty is to preserve the exceptional liberty we enjoy within the law and for the law and by the law. There are many who hope that the days of war have passed away for good and arbitration is to take the place of the sword, but, my fellow citizens, it is good for a people that supreme emergencies arise to test its patriotism to the highest pitch. If patriotism remains dormant for a long time, it loses its strength, whereas, the reflection and self-consciousness which resolute action awakens results in a further appreciation of the value of the country and the institutions which it is the duty of patriotism to defend, and supreme emergencies did arise for the American people. The revolutionary war and civil war gave them ample opportunity to show their patriotism and they did show their patriotism with such zeal that it amazed the world, for when President Lincoln called for seventy-five thousand volunteers, was not he answered in a most generous manner? That arbitration is more desirable than war there is no doubt, yet it is not easy to see what is to be so effective as war in electrifying the nation’s patriotism. One thing, however, is certain, the patriotism that saves the nation in war will uphold it in peace. In war or in peace, in season and out of season, we must sec to it that the patriotism of the people suffers no diminution in vigor and in earnestness. For who will say that there is no work for patriotism in days of peace? Patriotism need not, perhaps, be so courageous in times of peace as in times of war, but it must be more vigilant and more constant, for the evils against which it has to contend in days of peace are more stealthy in their advance, more deceptive in their attack. Anarchy is to be dreaded; deceptive socialistic principles arc to be checked, menacing social and political evils are near and seem to be gaining ground: segregation in civil or political matters on lines of religion, of birthplace, of race, of language, of color, arc wrong and un-American and wc grant, even in this grand republic of ours, will arise threateningly, especially in times of peace, and it is, therefore, that patriotism should be constant and vigilant so that it may be able to rise up and quell these disturbances. Therefore. patriotism, my fellow citizens, is the salvation of the country and each and cverv one of us should have in our heart that intense patriotism that speaks out in noble pride and with beating heart, “Civis Americanus sum.”—‘‘1 am an American citizen.” Leonard Reii.i.y, ’16. Udte $rtrr of Ihrtortj THE present conflict of arms in Europe has unveiled before our eyes the dreadful spectacle of murderous strife, of sanguinary battles and of the terrible scourges of warfare. This is the price which the nations arc willing to pay for the paltry end of victory. Men of the present and men of the past had been sighing for an approaching era of peace when to the art of war was to succeed the art of benevolence to end in a glorious triumph of a lasting peace. We had been told by the prophets of the past that “it was reserved for a coming age to appreciate the more exalted character of this art of benevo- 48 TII K PA LKSTliA lence—the art of extending happiness to the larger number of mankind.” We might have expected that in view of the efforts made recently for the promotion of peace our age would he the one favored with the true grandeur of an eternal peace. But our generation is not destined to salute this era of peace. The history of the past has taught us a might lesson. In bloody victories and in ravenous conquests nations have sacrificed the costly products of art and science, have given up the results of incessant labor and of progressive industry before the onslaught of the ravaging sword and cannon. Yet the world is very slow in learning the lesson. Travelers in Italy love to describe the enchanting panorama that nature spreads before the eye at the foot of Vesuvius. There, in the peaceful valley, they tell us, have flourished cities once famous for art and science, suddenly wiped out by the hot cinders and the flowing lava of a crater. But Nature, aided by man. is always at work and over the ancient ruins she displays once more her handiwork. Here again is the verdant vine trellised upon the mountainside, here arc the beautiful highways that trail along the valley and lose themselves in the green foliage. Here is the quiet peaceful home of the peasant. Suddenly the sky is darkened, a rumble is heard, and from out of the mouth of the crater belches forth once more the destructive lava and rock. It pours down the mountain, tearing in its mad rush the peaceful hamlet, leaving behind a scene of desolation and ruin. So does peace reign throughout the world at intervals till the god of war. unsuspected, stalks abroad with fire and steel and converts a tranquil scene into a field of carnage. And when the terrible scourge of war has passed over the country it leaves scenes of sadness and desolation. And this is the price that nations must pay for victory. War gives little and takes all. It may extend the territory of a victorious nation, it may satisfy the ambitions of leaders, it may raise on the pedestal of fame the reckless soldier. but what price the victor has paid for these enticing emoluments of warfare! It has taken away from a mother an only son, the only prop of old age. It has watered the land with the blood of thousands of innocent victims, and where once bloomed prosperity bedewed with the rain of heaven we behold now a deserted plain decked with the w recks of a bloody strife. They say it was a shocking sight After the fight was won— For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun: But things like that, you know, must l e After the famous victory. May we hope that when the present conflict in Europe is over men will cease to settle their differences by engaging in a desolating war and that the flower of manhood shall no more perish upon the battlefields. Let us hope that our own United States will pursue its peaceful course, winning the good will of the neighboring nations, cultivate peace, commerce and friendship with the world. By endeavoring to cultivate the friendship of the nations we shall have paid a price which will insure to the country the greatest victory ever achieved, the victory of peace. May the future ages, under the leadership of men like our chief executive. Woodrow Wilson, realize that Though louder fame attend the martial age Tis greater glory to reform the age. Roger Coughlin, '17. ON the eve of Thanksgiving Day, in the Social Hall of the Immaculate Conception Parish, the College Dramatic Club staged the first play of the year. “The Freshman. a farce-comedv in two acts, was enacted most successfully before a highly appreciative audience. ’The play in brief dealt with the troubles common to the proverbial Freshman, who no sooner sets foot upon the campus than misfortune marks him out. Met by several Sophomores, the special guardians of newcomers at the college, he is immediately set to work repairing the walks and pavements of the college grounds. Professor Locke happens upon him in this lowly occupation, pities his condition at first, but soon reverses the opinion of his character, when at the instigation of the Sophomores, the unluckv Freshman places part of his lunch in the learned savant’s hand. The upper classmen aver no intention of “hazing their victim, yet at thq same time he is made to perform several actions which lie soon comes to regret-. Thus the curtain of the first act finds him somewhat wiser though still verdant. In the course of the second act he is inveigled into the frat room of the Eta Beta Pic fraternity. His acquaintance of the morning, Prof. Stonecrop, as he is termed among the students, wishes to purchase a supposed statue of Alexander the Great from one of the Sophomores. Accidentally the statue meets with a fall and through the threats of “his guardians” the Freshman is forced to assume the role of statue. Complications most disastrous to the clan arise at critical moments, but having given his check, the professor is entitled to place his new curiosity in his collection of antiques. Chagrin at the open disrespect of students toward such self-revered member of the faculty gives place to humiliating dispair, and Lakeville University is forced to behold one of its lecturers hastily-departing from its halls. Another step has been added towards the Freshman’s attainment of the coveted A. B., but in the estimation of the knowing Sophomores he is yet “too green to be fried.’’ William Mayer, in the role of John T. Warden, the Freshman, struck the humorous side of the audience from his first appearance to the final curtain. The part of Professor Locke was sustained by John Earles, whose continual search for “new antiquities’’ added not a little to the general mirth. 'The character of James Handley was ably carried by Lester Schorn, while Roger Coughlin as Steve Blinn. and Maurice Sullivan, both inside Sophomores, came in for much credit for the manner in which they interpreted their lines. Lawrence Dolle and Thomas Donohue showed great promise in this their initial appearance on the college stage. Finally, but not least, when a laugh was forthcoming, was William .30 TIIE PA LEST R A SCENE FROM '•'I'llK FRESHM AN Long as a black dot, “Waffles.” whose ludicrous expressions and the conditions in which lu- found himself, created anything hut sorrowful situations. John T. Warden, a new -comer at Lakeville University, William Mayer Waffles, decidedly dark, William Long Sophomore Members of the “E. B. IV — Jerry Lyons, Maurice Sullivan Steve Biinn. Roger Coughlin “Babe” McGrath, Lawrence Doll -; Harry Griggs, 'Ehomas Donahue Orchestra under the direction of Mr. Mark C. Dolliver; Stage Manager, Thomas Earles: Chief Usher, John Dougherty. The Private Secretary With the end of the scholastic year ap- Between the first aid second acts, Mr. Mark Dolliver rendered a clarionet solo, under whose direction the college orchestra also furnished the remaining musical pieces of the program. Cast of Characters Prof. Locke, a zealous collector of “new antiquities,” lovingly known to the students as “Dr. Stonccrop,” John Earles James Handley, a Sopho more in pecuniar y straights, Lester Schorn SCENE from “THE FRESHMAN S E , T T L E COL I. K G E A X X CAL proaching, the Dramatic Club bethought itself that it was high time to again don paint and paste behind the footlights. “The Private Secretary. though by no means a new arrival on the lists, was determined upon, and owing to the very creditable acting of the cast, was produced most successfully. To place any one of the actors on the highest rung, were to do injustice to the others, 51 Schorn and John Dougherty upholding the respective parts. Mark Hannan, as a tailor possessed of “an unsatisfied longing to mingle in the company of gentlemen, provoked several trying positions for the nephews of Cat-termole and Marshland, and to judge from the manner in which Maurice Sullivan and Roger Coughlin carried the role of the nephews, they seemed to be not a little upset SCKNK FROM “THE FKKSHMAV as each one deserves great praise for the manner in which his part was studied out and interpreted. John Earles, in the title role, added to his well-known reputation in amateur circles, by his clever sustaining of the part of the over-credulous Waldron. Joseph Fitzhugh Cattermolc. as impetuous as the name might imply, contrasted strongly with the timorous, senile Uncle Marshland: Lester by he constant demands of their creditor. The “tittering twain.” as they were once dubbed, must not pass unnoticed, and William Mayer, alias Jacob Schneider, and Hugh Kelly, assuming the name of Michael O'Toole, helped along wonderfully in the good work of creating smiles. The auditnee shuddered at the entry of the Sleuth Knox, whose uncannv inferences almost produced an arrest. In this T II K P A L K S T R A .52 part we found Thomas G. Earles a valuable asset. The college orchestra, as on other occasions, furnished the music. In the interlude between the first and second acts, Michael Earles and Edward Hart rendered a duet, and were highly appreciated. I he cast in order of entrance: Douglas Cattcrmole, nephew of Joseph Fit .hugh - - Maurice Sullivan Harry Marshland, nephew of Mr. Bernard Marshland - Roger Coughlin Jacob Schneider, who wants his rent - - ........................William Mayer Gibson, a tailor longing for society .........................Mark Hannan Robert Adolphus Waldron, the Private Secretary .... John Earles Joseph Fit .hugh Cattermole, late of India, Lester Schorn Thomas Earles Mr. Bernard Marshland, of “The Beeches” ................John Dougherty M. P. O’Toole, “an ould servint” .......................Hugh Kelly Servants, et al. « Though the Dramatic Club shall lose some of its old-time actors by the “going out” of the class of ’15, we yet hold out bright hopes that the student body of the coming years shall strive to emulate the example given them by these worthy members. Ever ready to make any sacrifice to assist in the preparation of different productions, and zealous in the successful carrying out of the same, the Dramatic Club owes them at least a word of sincere thanks. Future members shall see their pictures in the corridors of the college, or hear some reference made to their names regarding this or that play, and may these members to come prove themselves as loyal as they were, whose obitus we are now referring to. Lester Schorn, '16. Knox, a Burns' man S K A T T L E COL L K G E A N X UAL 53 JKobprt ffiuijlt jgfenaon DURING the course of this year, the literary world and all those who even appreciate the soothing balm of good, wholesome, gentle literature, have experienced with fondest regret, through the death of Right Rev. Monsignor Benson, the loss of one of England’s many noble sons and writers. “His end.” remarks a bosom friend, “comes as a peaceful conclusion to the labors and difficulties which he had to overcome, and which every hour edged in and crowded upon the course of his short but entirely successful life.” If we stop to consider the vast number of novels, poems and other literary labors, which have been produced by the ever-yielding pen of this great man, and if we consider the many achievements which were so numerous in that short span, we marvel at his untiring energy in the accomplishment of that, which heretofore, even in the longest life we had deemed impossible. Born in Wellington. November 18. 1871, Monsignor Benson received his education at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge; and. on his departure from here, commenced his studies for the Anglican ministry with Dean Vaughan and Llandoff. After this lie served a curacy at Kcmpsing, and in 1898 became a member of the Community of the Resurrection, Mirfield. Then came that greatest of all surprises; that move which created such broadcast interest throughout the religious life of England. only surpassed in sensation by the conversion, from the Anglican to the Catholic Church, of the late John Henry Newman and his followers. Likewise converted to the Catholic Church in 1903, by Father Reginald Buckler O. P., Robert Hugh was immediately so convinced that he felt within him the impulse and summons which the Almighty is pleased to send as the forerunner of his call to higher things. In accordance to these dictates he traveled to Rome for his studies, and the following year was ordained in the Eternal City. Here I think that a quotation from Bishop Vaughan’s tribute would not be altogether out of place. He says: “I have no doubt in my own mind but that Mgr. Benson found his way into the true Church more through his simplicity, honesty and straightforwardness of character than from any other cause. Conversion is not at all a matter of simple argument and proof. Learning and intellectual acumen have so little to do with it, that it is rather a question of disposition than of anything else. If, indeed, it were a question of talent and learning the great masses of the human race would stand at a terrible disadvantage. No; God is too just to make salvation depend upon scholarship.” In England he was looked upon as an exact resemblance of Cardinal Newman; and by many throughout the Isles he was predicted as a future wearer of the red hat. But it is as a writer that the name of Father Benson shall ever live in the halls of literary fame. Here it is that he shone in all his power and illustriousness, here he labored and toiled and here he spent the greater part of his forty-three year life, but it is here, and here in particular, that the honor and success of his career found its lasting basis and foundation. Among the many publications which have been produced by his untiring pen, the one deserving special esteem and praise is the “Light Invisible,” his best loved book, and considered by many as of a poet’s first poem, a priest’s first mass, or a symbolist’s first allegory. It was his best because he expressed his whole soul, being and spirit in it. Despite his many treatises on theological subjects it remains his apologia. Despite his after “Con- .54 T II E PA LUSTRA fessions,” it still remains as his spiritual autobiography. Its pages abound in all the excellencies of the world of fact, fiction. Credo and novel; and w hen the present generation has reached its end, in how many cozy libraries with their long tiers of books, will we find this coveted gem of English literature? True, many are the works that surpass it in the solidity of its theology and in the purity of its literature, but none was more Bensonian. Of his historical novels in general, it might he said in particular, as of his “Come Rack, Come Rope,” that to any person familiar with the manners, customs and traits of the Elizabethan period, no difficulty whatever will be experienced in the reading of them. And surely, if in this class of writings the author has proved and demonstrated his application and facility—uncommon but rare faculties— then in his “Initiation.” the most vivid description of its class in all English literature, and in his other studies of current life, he was nothing other than an individual. He was of his age and no other, he was himself and no other. Raymond Beezer. '17. « « (flaunt Albert be ffimt THE death of any one man during the present European crisis, when deaths arc numbered by the thousands, is naturally rendered comparatively insignificant. But the passing of a great man like Count de Mun must evoke regrets and sympathy from all loyal Catholics. In his death we mourn the passing of a true patriot and Christian. Nor only France but the whole Catholic world is bereft of a loyal, true and shining example of what an upright son of the Church can do in the ranks of the laity. Springing from a stock notable for its fidelity to Church and country, he upheld with fearless courage and ceaseless energy the work of both. He has shown to the world that patriotism and religion can go hand in hand and that devotion to one’s faith is the strongest support of devotion to the fatherland. Like Windsthorst in Germany he was a staunch defender of the rights of his church in the parliamentary discussions of his native country, France. Nor did he confine his catholic activity in the outbursts of oratory with which he presented the position of the Church in France before a political audience of in- fidel persecutors, but he wrote likewise numberless essays and articles on the subject dear to his heart, the religion that was to make France worthy of her old glories as “the eldest daughter of the Church.” He was the advocate of many social, democratic and philanthropic movements among the masses of his country. His courage and unbounded generosity to the cause he espoused were not born of fanaticism, they were part of his nature and they were unfailing because as a great writer has said of him: “He was a man of faith and prayers who kept himself in close and constant communion with God.” A Godfearing Christian and a peace-loving patriot, such were the true characteristics that brought him into prominence even among the enemies of His Church. We love to recall the incident how, when after an illness of several weeks, he returned to the Chamber and was greeted by the parliamentary body. Jaurcs, one of the opposing party in the cause of the Church in France, arose from his seat and addressed this brilliant champion with words full of admiration and respect for the noble stand he was making in the defense of his S K A T T L K COL L K (I L AX AT A L principles. And when later his voice failed he still continued with his pen to guide the Catholics of France with the same fervid eloquence and force that characterized his speeches. He was, to use a common phrase, a fighter, a fighter for the cause of his faith, of charity and piety, for the welfare of the masses. Our own counrty has followed closely the work of Count de Mun. Praise and encouragement came to him from time to time from every part of the Catholic world. He received particular evidence of the vast amount of interest taken in his labors when Cardinal Gibbons sent him the following words: “Tht efforts you are making to mitigate the hardships of the laboring classes are worthy of all praise. The restriction of female and child labor and the judicious regulations of the hours of labor for men is a humane mission. Above all, Sunday rest should be insisted on, for nothing is more calculated to degrade man and to embitter his days than the desecration 55 of the Lord’s day by forced manual labor. Vo i are worthily doing your part in putting the divine seal of Christianity on social life.” His policy and motto was that of the defence and protection of the weak. He preached loyalty and obedience to authority and was himself a practical example of knowing how to sacrifice personal views when the voice of authority has been heard. Thus, when Pope Leo XIII urged the Catholics of France to rally around the French republic, in spite of the bitter antagonism that such advice created among the people. Count de Mun bowed before the vicar of Christ and urged the audiences of Catholic France to look towards Rome for the solution of their difficulties. This conduct cost him his seat in the Chamber. Yet he went on with the same conviction that loyalty and obedience to ecclesiastical superiors should illumine his speeches as well as his writings and should ever guide him in the painful labor of fighting for the faith of his ancestors. James McAteer. '17. 56 T II K V A L K S T R A ST. TUANCIS I1AI.I., OltlUIXAI. Hlll.DINC OF SEATTLE COI.I.HGK The buihiiiiK stood in Sixth and Spring. The picture represents the building in course of demolition in 1009. (Halrulus—A 3Faurifttl l iatnry Al'THOU’S NOTE—One might write of the coming of Calculus to Seattle College, but we would fain have less lugubrious topics. Another might tell of the ravages it has there produced—we decline for reasons that are personal. And vet others might set forth lengthy arguments in favor of its immediate and instantaneous de parture—we do not believe in vain and useless argumentation. Thus, following the one remaining course, wc take it upon ourselves to narrate of the history and origin of the great and famous. Differential, Integral Calculus. ONCE upon a time there was a wee child. His parents loved him dearly and employed a nurse to tend to all his wants. This small laddie buck was called Rene—Rene Des Cartes—and he gave promise of becoming a good, solid, safe and sane citizen of the state. One day, however, as his nurse was carrying him down-stairs she stumbled. Rene thereupon described a beautiful curve, alighting on his head at the bottom of the steps with a loud-resounding crash. The family physician, hastily summoned, con- ducted an investigation. He reported slight damage done the floor; a point of inflexion on the youngster’s skull, and an opinion that the latter was apparently of maximum density and evidently of incredible hardness. The damage, though, was greater than the M. I), suspected, for on reaching the age where other young animals of the “gens humana” begin to articulate, it was discovered that Rene was a “nut.” At the age of seven he doubted everything that was told him and gave other signs of being mentally for nix. One morning at S K A T T L K C () L L K G E A X X U A I. 57 breakfast, however, he threw the family into indescribable confusion by saying: ‘I think— therefore I am. Papa Des Cartes was so pleased with this outburst of sanity that he immediately gave the youngster four bits, and after that the lad's progress was rapid—and like unto a parabola on the rise. When he was twenty-years old he journeyed to the capital and appeared before the King of France with a large crayon in his hand and a foolish look on his face. He told the king he was an inventor and wanted a patent. “Get out!” said the king, “you can’t patent crayons—and though the expression on your face is certainly unique, I don’t consider it worth patenting.” Phis kingly sarcasm was completely wasted on Rene. “But, sire,” he said, “it’s a system of mathematics that I want to patent. May I give a demonstration ?” The king did not go in much for mathematics; claimed it always gave him a headache, but on this occasion he was interested. Can you work out for me a nice, fat system of taxation with it?” he desired to know. “Oh, yes, your majesty. said Des Cartes. “I can do that bv asymptotes.” “By which?” “Asymptotes.” repeated Rene, “an operation which is peculiar to my system.” “The animal is well named, all right. quoth the king. “That name is sure enough peculiar. But proceed with your show.” Rene stepped over to the wall, which was calcimincd a beautiful cream color, and drew two lines at right angles to eack other. The king gasped. “You’ve ruined my wall,” he yelled. “Nov, sire” said the ywng hopeful, completely disregarding the royal wrath, “on these two lines which 1 call the axes of X and of Y, I can work any problem you give me from finding the rate of change or rather the differ- ential of a variable to finding the integral of the differential. “What saycth this bonchead?” queried the king, turning to his counsellors, who had hitherto remained in the background. No one could interpret. The king’s curiosity was aroused and he sent for the greatest scientists of his kingdom. When these arrived they listened to Rene’s ravings and studied the sweeping figures on the king’s wall (which was now a total wreck), but without determining what they were or what they represented. Whenever any of them asked Rene a question, the poor inventor would shriek hysterically: “This is the axis of X, and this the axis of Y. Hooray for the inverse cosine!” So the whole outfit held a conference in which it was decided that the wisest course was to furnish young Des Cartes with temporary accommodations in the bastile. While there confined the young man’s eccentricities so prevailed on associates that when the Lord High Inspector of Dungeons made his next annual tour he found the greater number of those inhabiting the choicest hotel in France manifesting symptoms of mental aberration. They took especial delight in screeching out unintelligible cuss words at each other. The chief gaoler’s nerves were worn to a frazzle and he told the inspector he would resign unless a speedy change took place. “1 don’t mind listening to ordinary profanity,” he said, “but I simply cannot stand being called a four-cuspcd hypocycloid by any prisoner there is.” Instead of quietly and peacefully whiling away the years the king’s guests spent them in drawing with feverish energy numberless grotesque figures on the walls of their cells. The gaoler, with tears in his eyes said to the inspector: “They used the charcoals from the grates and marked up the plaster something fierce, an’ then when I told ’em they couldn’t have any more fires, they tore down the plaster and chalked up the floors. This place 58 T II K P A L K S T U A used to be as nice a gaol as there was on the continent—before that young fellow Des Cartes came along. Now, 1 believe, it has tlie lowest circle of Hades cheated.” The inspector had the gaoler make out a list of Rene's pranks, telling how evidence pointed to him as being the one who furnished Monte Christo with the mathematical data for his famous plunge—(some call this a historical error—the dates of the two parties not being in concordance)—how he had spoiled all the prisoners, ruined the walls, and in a word had completely disrupted the dis-cipline of the bastile. “I’ll tell the king about it,” the inspector promised, “and we’ll try and straighten things out for you.” es, do,” said the chief gaoler, with earnestness. Tlie Lord High Inspector reported to the king: “My liege, do you remember the individual who chalked up your majesty’s wall some time back?” he asked. “Yes, I do,” growled the king, recollecting the bill he had received for re-calcimining the same, “he’s not alive yet, I hope.” Worse than that,” responded the inspector. “He's not only alive, but he’s well-nigh ruined your majesty’s cold storage plant.” Do you mean to say he’s scrawled his absurd figures on the walls of my dear bastile?” roared the king. ‘‘Chop his head off, please.” 1 he inspector, after a profound bow, sought the chief axeman, with which dignitary he returned to the king’s pet chicken coop. Now it seems as if after the inspector had left, the chief gaoler remained pondering over the manner in which Rene had destroyed his peace of mind and broken up the whole order of things in the castle over which he presided. While thus deeply meditating, the thought struck him that it wouldn’t be a bad idea at all to slip down below and sec how the cause of all the bother was coming along. It wouldn’t do any harm and it might stop i new piece of mischief. In fact, it was an inspiration. He adjourned to Des Cartes suite and, true enough, the prisoner was up to more high jinks. He had invented a machine, and with his usual deadly earnestness, he explained it all to the gaoler. 'The latter paid no attention to the explanation, but the singularly ingenious uselessness of the device itself strongly impressed him. He forgot all his displeasure. When the inspector and axeman arrived they, too, were shown a working model of the apparatus. The inspector was filled with childish glee. He dismissed the axeman and returned to the king. “Well, Hill, have you cracked me that nut yet?” said the sovereign. (He was good chums with the inspcc. and called him Hill for short.) “No, my lord,” responded the inspector, and he forthwith gave the king an account of the “nut’s” latest trick, “and if your majesty would permit, I would like to bring him and his apparatus before you for a demonstration.” The king pondered. “There’s no crayons in this latest invention, is there?” “Oh, no; it’s safe, perfectly safe, my lord, and just wonderful.” “Hring him along, then.” quoth the sovereign. lighting a cigar with a blase air, “bring him along.” Des Cartes and his machine were brought before the royal court. The device consisted of a circular glass vessel, a little hollow manikin with two small openings in the pedal extremities, and an elastic membrane. The glass vessel was filled about three-fourths full of water, as was the manikin. The bitter was then set floating head upwards, in the vessel and the membrane tied securely across the top of the whole. Now, when the membrane was pressed upon, the pressure inside the vessel was increased, more water flowed up into the man- S E A T T L K C () L L E G E A A7 A7 U A L ikin and it began to sink. When the membrane was released the pressure was diminished and the manikin rose to the surface. “Oh, how lovely!” cried the king, crawling over a churning mass of dukes and lords and chamberlains, so as to better see the novel apparatus. Des Cartes sent the diver clear to the bottom. Loud cheers rent the air. The crown prince caught Rene in his arms, hailing him as the Man of the Age. Hut the king whistling for the Lord High Bouncers, ordered them to clear the room. When all but a select few had been ejected, the sovereign asked our hero to tell what his machine was. The youth, forgetting in his elation the wise cau-tionings of experience, spoke up and said: “It is illustrative of three principles; it portrays at one and the same time the principle of the transmission of pressure by liquids, the principle of Archimedes and the compressibility of gases. I worked out the mathematical part of it by logarithmetic differentiation.” The king’s liver began to seethe—such talk always irritated him. “Take that gravelbrained galoot away from here, ere I have him slaughtered,” he commanded, and called for cracked ice to soothe his aching brow. Des Cartes was later fitted up with an establishment of his own where he could carry on his queer antics without annoying the general public. A number of individuals of similar mental precocity gathered about him, and together they labored, producing much that was unintelligible to the layman. They used little stones, arranged in rows, for figures, since the walls of the place lasted but a short time. When the curves and lines of pebbles were arranged to their satisfaction they would give them a sweeping kick, shouting at the same time: “Lo—I differentiate.” (From dif-fero—Latin word meaning to “scatter broadcast. ) Then with infinite pains they would .59 gather them all together in the same form and announce with greater joy than ever: “Behold—I integrate.” (From integro— Latin word meaning “I begin afresh.”) This, together with the remembrance of the king’s having called the leader of the sect a “gravel-brained galoot,” caused them soon to be known as Calculators. (From calcula, meaning gravel, and the suffix “ator”—one who uses or employs something), which literally translated means “one who reckons with little stones.” or whose thinking apparatus is of rocky formation. The system they believed in was called the Differential and Integral Calculus, of the “scattering and regathering of little stones.” After the departure of Des Cartes from this mundane sphere, a number of individuals, on considering the queer talk, drawings and writings he had produced, began to wondei if there might not have been something real at the bottom of it all. Many years they labored and finally managed to grasp the elusive idea, or “fundamental principle” on which Des Cartes’ ravings had rested. Because they could think clearly and form mental concepts almost terrifying in their elusiveness, they solved the mysteries of his system. Though their methods and the application of them are for many no clearer than were the words of Des Cartes to the king, “this is the axis of X. and this the axis of Y,” still for others they have opened up a vast field of knowledge which is quite often useful. The principles formulated by Rene are ridiculed today, but not bv many, and his system has taken its place surpassing all other divisions of mathematics. Though we laughed at Rene during life, we shall praise him after death and extol to the skies his marvelous system which is, nevertheless, still known as the great Dif. and Int. Calculus. Cyril Pi:hri: boom. 'IS. FOOTBALI WITH the autumnal season dawning upon our athletic career, and baseball having sunk below the horizon of sportdom, to rise again with the springtime. the football germ began to invade the minds of our athletically inclined. With the third week of September the call to arms was sounded, and footballs began to aeriate about the campus, and battle-scarred moleskins were shaken of their dust ar.d brought again into usage. Our “Varsity” failed to materialize, sad to say; the season was almost gone before there was promise of a squad to uphold the name of our Alma Mater. But our lighter athletes lost no time to hasten to the defense of our honor, and twenty candidates answered the call to arms. The lighter team, christened the “Midgets,” were fortunate to secure a capable coach, one who could drive them and shape them into a well-oiled machine, and from the supply of candidates Mr. Egan, our coach, weeded out a 125-pound team. But one week of drilling and practice pre- ceded the opening of the season. Coach Egan drove his proteges hard and fast. ♦ Midgets' Doings. College, 0; Broadway, 24. 1‘he initial game of the season opened on October 2, with S. C. Midgets vs. Broadway High School Midgets. The Lincoln field was the scene of the battle. Broadway forged ahead on the College and scored four goals before our heroes struck their stride. The first half spelled defeat for our heroes, but in the latter half the College strengthened, yet could not score. The game ended with the score 24 to 0 in favor of the Broadway team. Morris, for Broadway, was the shining light of the game. Yea, our boys were defeated but they offered no alibi and hoped to have a strong comeback in a return battle scheduled with the same team on November 10. College, 18; Spauldings, 14. Coach Egan drove his team hard the following week and injected more team work and speed into their efforts, and their next opponents took the short end of the score. SEATTLE COLLEGE ANSEAL ()1 The game was played on October 9 against the Spauldings, a team composed of ex-midget stars. rile game was lacing in excitement until the last quarter, when the scores began to even up. With the score 14 to 12 against our boys, defeat seemed certain. Hut say not so. Hinchv, our stellar right half, intercepted a forward pass and was off for the bust chalk mark with an opponent almost at his heels. For forty yards he carried the pigskin before being downed on the 10-yard line. Long then made six yards on a line plunge with but one minute left to play. On the next play the ball was given to Jim McAtcer. who, with splendid interference, dodged the opposing tacklcrs and circled the end for the winning score. Fhe goal kick was missed just as the final whistle blew, and the score stood 18 to 14 in favor of the College. Needles, our left end, was the individual star of the game, being on the receiving end of five successful passes, one counting for a touchdown. « College, 13; Queen Anne, 7. After eleven days of practice the team met the Queen Anne High School aggregation. Our backfield played a splendid game, although outweighed ten pounds to the man, battering the opposing line for consistent gains, and our line outplayed their opponents in every department of the game. It was a clean battle and the College team emerged on the long end of a 13 to 7 score. • • College, 0; Lincoln, 12. On November 2. our Midgets suffered defeat at the hands of the Lincoln High School lightweights. The game was played on n slippery field and the first half was unlucky for the College, Lincoln scoring her two scores in that period. The second half of the game was a see-saw struggle, neither side scoring, and the finish saw the same score of 12 to 0. College, 6; Broadway, 0. The game of the season took place on out own College campus when we again met the Broadway High School Midgets for their second battle of the season, on November 10. It was the best game of the season, an exciting struggle from whistle to whistle. Confident over their former victory, Broadway fondly expected to pile up a winning score. The field was in fine condition, allowing a fast game to lx played. The first quarter saw no score, although our heroes missed two attempts for a field goal by only a matter of two feet. 'Fhc College made yardage consistently. while Broadway were unable to gain. The second quarter Broadway again failed to make their yardage and the ball went over. A pass by the Hinchy-Needles aerial route netted 15 yards for the College. On the next play Castles, for Broadway, intercepted a pass and Broadway advanced 25 yards, where they were held and the ball went over. Two line bucks netted 10 yards fot the College and their next pass again fell into the hands of a Broadway player, and Broadway advanced 15 yards by a forward pass. But the College returned the compliment of interception when Meade grabbed one of their shoots and made 10 yards. McAteer’s followers then started a march for the goal. By line plunges they succeeded in forging 35 yards when the whistle blew. The first half ended without a score. The College opened the second half by kicking to Broadway, who gained steadily until Needles intercepted one of their passes and the College again brought the ball to within 25 yards of the goal. Trying another field goal, the angle was too great and the attempt missed the goal post by inches only. Broadway attempted another pass which fell into our hands. Hinchv then made an open field run for 35 yards, bringing up at the 20 yard line. On the next play McAteer. our plunging fullback, was given the ball and advanced the ball 10 yards. Hinchv, on a cross-tackle ( 2 TII K PA LEST liA buck, tore through the line, placing the ball behind Broadway’s last defence for what was to he the only score of the game. They try for conversion was missed, and the College led by the score of 0 to 0. In the fourth quarter the College made another touchdown, which was not allowed because of an offside penalty. Broadway desperately tried to score, but the final whistle ended with the same score standing. On the line, Donahue at guard, was the mainstay, breaking up all their plays that came his way, while Meade and Needles starred at the ends. Long and G. McAtcer played a consistent game, but Hinchy and J. McAtcer were the shining lights of all our ground gainers. “R EQUIESCAT FOOTBALL.” Review of the Season . Our lighter team has finished a very successful season in that of 1914. Being pitted against high schools, having several thousand students from which to construct their teams, while our own college has less than 200 students from which to supply her athletes, and when we stop to consider that our lighter athletes averaged 500 per cent, against theirs, making the equation equal, it is then we join with the philosopher in saying: “Non numcro sed ponderc,” “Not number but weight.” BASEBALL Seattle College vs. Broadway High. “A poor beginning means a good end is the thought uppermost in our minds today, the 19th of March, as we leave the Lincoln Park field defeated by Broadway High School to the tune of 14 to 10. It was not a game as would give credit to our ball players, for errors contributed generously to the opponents’ score. Mitchcl. John P.. who is a shortstop. not a pitcher, (whisper that so John won’t hear it), started in to do some flossy twirling and looked good until the second in- ning, when—curtains!! “Here scorckccp give Broadway seven runs.” Thereafter J. P. played a good game at shortstop and gathered three bingles at bat. Kohls played the initial sack well and Gill pranced around the second base in great style. Score: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. Seattle College 3 2 0 10 10 2 1 —10 11 Broadway .... 1 702 1 3 00 0—14 II Batteries—Mitchell, Ingcrsoll and Reilly; Chamberlain and Pierce. Seattle College vs. Franklin High School. The second game of the season was a contest between the Franklin High School and our College aggregation of ball tossers at Columbia, April 26. The day was good, as was also the game. The College pitcher twirled a good game and deserved to win. but his support was shaky in the critical pinches and Franklin won out in the last of the ninth by the score of 8 to 7. Score: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. Seattle College 3 2 0 0 0 0 0 1 1— 7 10 Franklin .... 0 3 0 10 2 10 1— 8 7 Batteries—Ruth and Gleason: Quigley, Clothier and Lewis. Seattle College vs. Lincoln High School. At last we struck our pace. With the right pitcher doing the right thing, Hinchy mounted the mound for his initial appearance of the season. Pitching splendid ball, he held our opponents to six hits. The game was played at Woodland Park, April 3, and was a close, well played one. with both teams seesawing the lead. The final frame found us with a one-run lead. Score: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. Seattle College 10 10 0 2 10 0— 5 6 Lincoln ..... 0 1 0 3 0 0 0 0 0— 4 6 Batteries—Hinchy and Reilly : McKinley and Hoffman. S K . I T T L K COL L K G K A A A’ CAL Well, well, the diamond of our sunny campus lias been changed about, for of late our heavy hitters have been sending a volley of baseballs out upon the Madison roadside, much to tlie inconvenience of pedestrians and street cars and of a certain “Movie theatre which affronts our right field with the fragile fortifications of real pretty mirrors. The dia- : on the sign boards as Seattle College vs. Ballard High School, Friday, April 29. The day was fine, but the game was late, and as the final inning closed it was “when the cows con e home.” followed by the “barefoot boy with cheeks of tan, who knows nothing of college worries. Fhe game was well played throughout with the issue always in doubt SEATTLE ( OI.I.KOK HA 1.1. TEAM. mond has been completely turned about and the windows of old “Alma Mater” are a test of the marksmanship and distance of our “blows. Seattle College vs. Ballard High School. The fourth game of the season, but the initiating game of the new diamond was spread until the final inning, when the College broke a 9 to 9 tie. Wilfred Bordeaux, our “cleanup. while officiating in his position at bat, (“Those hands grasped the heaviest club, Anthony and Cleopatra, Act 4, Scene 10) connected with a fast one, sending it through a window on the top story of the College building. The smile on his face indicate: that he was proud of it. 04 T II E P A L E S T R A Score: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9— R. H. Ballard ................. 03300003 0— 911 Seattle College 1 10 0 2 4 0 1 1 — 10 12 Batteries—Sheriff and Schneider; Hinchv and Reilly. It was at this time that we lost our fourth hitter. Bordeaux, because of an injury, and he will he missed greatly. But those handsome clouts in former games will be remembered to offset those missed in games to come. Seattle College vs. West Seattle H. S. “Whatever goes up comes down.” but the High School team of West Seattle demonstrated beautifully that “whatever goes up can stay for a long while” when they took to the clouds in the fifth period of the game of April 19 with the College aggregation. Before the fifth the score had respectable proportions, but that was a fatal spasm for W. S. and twenty of our boys took a “swat” at the ball and seventeen crossed the registering station before the side was retired. '1'. Grecian Earles, our fast (?) right fielder, actually threw a runner out at first base on a h:t, (some speed for T. G. E.), but this proved to be such an exertion that shortly after he could make but three bases on what was good for a home run. Score: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9— R. H. West Seattle. .13 0 0 0 0 10 0— 5 8 Seattle College 2 0 1 3 170 0 1 x—24 15 Batteries—Cavanaugh, Waller and Fen- nelv; Hinchv and Reilly. Seattle College vs. Fort Ward. On April 24 the team journeyed across the Sound and crossed bats with the soldiers of Fort Ward. The soldiers played a good game and won by a 7 to 5 score. It was all Fort Ward’s game until the ninth inning when with the score 7 to 1 and two away, our fighting Irishmen started to go and rushed over four runs before the soldier boys could annex that final put-out. Fed Kohls, our husky first baseman, was not with us. Earles playing the bag in his place. Score: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. Seattle College 0 0 0 0 1 0 0 0 4— 5 9 Fort Ward.... 20120200 0— 7 11 Batteries—Hinchv and Gleason; Delisle and Stack. Seattle College vs. Broadway High. A second game with the Broadway High School, on the 30th of March, spelt a defeat for our College ball team. Not until the final period was the game decided, for. with a tie score in the first of the ninth, it looked to be a battle of extra innings, but three fatal errors gave Broadway the run that won the game, and the Collegians lost a very closclv decided contest. Score: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. Seattle College 3 0000020 0— 5 6 Broadway .... 02020 1 00 1— 6 6 Batteries—Hinchv and Reilly; Rossman and Peterson. SAFE!—HOME. 'Fhe batter singled out, and— Our hero started from the bench. He never failed in tightest pinch; He swaggered forth and grabbed the bat, And felt it over with loving pat: His features set into a frown, Would that he could gain that crown Of wide repute and far renown, Be praised aloud all over town. As boldly on his hand he spit, Fhe cheering mob yelled for a hit, For one good clout would cinch that game. And ringing down the halls of fame His name both far and near would go From frigid lands of icy snow To where the verdant palm trees wave, If only he that game could save. And now he swaggers to the plate And cocks his head to watch and wait. 'Fhe pitcher raised his ponderous paw And, glancing back, our hero saw The catcher calling for a spitter: MIOOF.T BALL TEAM But that could never make him quitter. He guessed it right and saw it coming, He hit it hard and started running. All his force was in that blow. And, Oesar! how that ball did go. With lightning speed he covered first. Rounded second and with a burst Of sprinting never seen before, Hit third, slid home mid the roar. Was safe—and rose to loud acclaim And joyous shouting of his name. The bells were ringing loud and long. Singing victory’s sweet song. He doffed his cap—the series won— And never did a brighter sun Gleam from the sky, as when at last. Lifted aloft, they bore him past The frenzied stands with joy gone mad; (). now at last his heart was glad. But then—oh! then, thou treacherous fall, One bearer stumbled and followed all, He fell and hit his honored head, He thought—on earth—but in its stead The bedpost a resounding knock— His alarm was ringing eight o’clock. Thomas Earles, ‘17. t s o a MIDGETS “Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And-------!” Here was a team composed of rare material and aspirants in rich profusion. Yet. owing to the failure of the high schools in the city, at least of the majority, to produce midget teams, our lightweights have had only two occasions to exhibit their abilities. De- spite the lack of stimulus derived from playing outside teams, Captain “Babe” McAteer has instilled a wonderful enthusiasm into his men. � Two games were played at the beginning of the season; one with the Franklin High School Midgets, the other with the Broadway Midgets. To the former they lost by a score of 1 to 2, in the record time of fifty-seven minutes. Score: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. E. College ...010000000—1 7 3 Franklin .. 00002000 x— 2 5 4 One week later the Broadway Midgets were taken into camp to the tune of 18 to 13. Up to the ninth inning the College boys had everything their own way. but over-confidence and the weakening of the pitcher almost cost the game. Score: 12 3 4 5 6 7 8 9—R. H. E. Broadway.. 10000220 8—13 11 3 College ... 4 0 1 4 0 7 2 0 x—18 13 1 � « JUNIORS The proud wearers of the “S. C. J. suits, compose a team of the 104-pound class, and go to battle under the captaincy of “Johnnie” Logan. As Shakespeare might have expressed it. Battle is right.” for all oncomers of similar proportions are treated indiscriminately, their scalps now hanging from the victors’ JUNIOR BAI.r. TEAM Til K PA LEST 11A ( (� belts, and their parched bones have now long since returned to their original dust beneath the players' bench. United with the younger set (concerning whom, vide infra), they havt formed a league, consisting of three teams. Big league scouts, see our material before investing! VE WEE ONES If the original pep” agency ever visited the campus of the College he surely must have made a number of sales to the youngci and smaller members of the yard. For. not to be outdone by their larger brothers, whose places they will in time come to fill, the Pygmies. Lilliputians or Minims —let them choose their own cognomen—have kept the passers-by well entertained during the noon hours and after class. The continued presence of an officer of the peace might give the onlooker the idea that his position was a fixed one, occasioned by the semi-riots that frequently accompany these games, yet loud protestations and dire threats to the unfortunate umpire are never carried into effect, but arc mere outcroppings of a real interest in their games and a firm determination to win. Roger Coughlin. '17. iSggiSS® A SENIOR’S SOLILOQUY While o’er his soul a sickening gloom Of failures came and went. A student sat within his room In doleful musing bent. And thus dispelled the future’s doom Thus quelled his heart’s lament: Old pipe, old friend, o’er thee doth bend 'File rainbow hue of life, When sorrows roll across my soul With desolation rife; When faith drifts o’er the sea of doubt. And peace is turned to strife. In dire distress, I’ll fond caress Thy charred and blackened form. For thou to me shall ever be. Though fierce bemoans the storm. A sacred fount of memories In life’s resplendent morn. More dear. 1 ween, thy ruddy sheen. T hat spotless glittering gold, T hy fading lines—though withered vines— Are solace to behold ; For deep within thy ample bowl Are nestling joys untold. Like incense flung, from censer swin g Before some fairy shrine. That floats along midst joy and song To blissful realms sublime. Ascend thy fragrant wreaths of smoke And with my thoughts entwine. Alas! that man and pipe e’er can Wax old and know decay, Alas! that heart from heart must part. That love can lose its way, T hat death through life can cast its pall Athwart our troubled way. Tho love be crossed, and friends are lost. And severed every tie. 'Tho hopes are dead, and joys have fled And darksome is the sky, We yet can warm each other’s heart, Old briar pipe and I. John F. Dougherty, ’15. SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 67 3ln Mar alimris ALL day long the roar of battle had thundered and rolled about the little village of Chanozai. Women and children clustered in trembling groups behind closed doors and shuttered windows, as though the darkness were a protection against the myriad messengers of death hurled by tons of iron and steel bursting in the air above them, or burying themselves deep in the earth before exploding, leaving a veritable chasm where but a moment before a garden had smiled. The shrieking of the shrapnel and passing shells, the unmutfled exhaust of burning motors, and the screaming of wounded horses, all contributed to the making of an unearthly din. As twilight waned and darkness set in, the dull thud and reverberating boom told that the deadly heavier guns had begun their nightly task of weakening the defences, preparatory to the charges of the following day. It was in the early part of the present war, when the battering-ram of the German advance had driven the allied forces back through Belgium and into northern France. On the parr of the attacking party there seemed to be a temporary pause; the reason given being that the monstrous Krupp siege guns were being hurried forward to the front. On the side of the French and Belgians this short respite promised much, for if they could but hold the positions they now occupied for twenty-four hours there would still remain the possibility that Fnglish troops could reach the firing line before their position had been entirely outflanked. Otherwise, the Germans might advance to the very walls of Paris, and, the outer fortifications once taken, it remained but a matter of a few hours’ bombardment and the two remaining lines of defence would be forced to yield. 'Flic war would then prac- tically be at an end—but, if the English would only come! In one of the more pretentious dwellings near the center of the main street of Chanozai, and close to the ruined village church, a family of five knelt before a statue of the Blessc 1 Virgin. A single candle threw its flickering light on the little household shrine, and dimly lighted the haggard features of the petitioners. An old man, gray-haired and bent with the age of nearly four-score years, stumbled back and forth across the room telling his beads, and pronouncing with special fervor the words, “pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.” A woman knelt a little towards the left of the shrine, her upturned face gazing into that of the Mothei of Sorrows, and held a sleeping baby on the priedieu in front of her. As the uncertain light fell upon her care-worn face, her tear dimmed eyes seemed fixed upon the statue with all the intenseness as though she were in a dream. Grasping the mother’s arm, and in vain trying to call her attention, a child or five beheld her mother anxiously, and as she received no response, joined her small brother of scarcely three, in piling up blocks on the floor and then toppling them over in scattered confusion on the rug. However, such playing could not hold her attention long, and again approaching her mother, she asked: “Mamma, where is papa, and why doesn’t he come home?” Placing her hand on the child’s forehead, the mother answered: “There, there, Marie, papa is out in the trenches. Kneel down now, dear, and as'; the bon Dieu that papa may be safe.” “But mamma, I want him now!” came the rejoinder, and as the wondering Marie saw her mother slip back from the priedieu and T II K P A L K S T R A sink to the Moor, she stepped back in amazement as to the reason of her mother's acting thus. Tenderly the old man picked up the tainting body of his daughter and placed her on a couch at the side of the room. Her constitution, never robust, had broken down under the severe strain of the past weeks, and the thought of her husband undergoing all the dangers that war brings, had rendered her nerves sensitive to the breaking point. “Captain Villemont to the Colonel's quarters! Captain Villemont to the Colonel’s quarters! cried an orderly, hurrying down the long, winding trench. Captain Villemont rose stiffly to his feet and stood for a moment as he had risen. Of average height, his curly black hair peeping out from under the brown service cap, lie presented rather an incongruous appearance as one caught sight of the neglected beard covering his features. Then, with that crouching trot soon acquired by all those who live for some time in the trenches, he started for the Colonel’s bomb-proof shelter. Running up the inclined end of the trench and sprinting across the open space between the trench and small clump of trees, wherein the headquarters were located, he presented himself breathless to the Colonel. “Captain Villemont,” the superior officer spoke rapidly and in jerks, “this grove of trees.” pointing to a map spread out before him, “is now occupied by sharpshooters, and where I have every reason to believe they are now preparing to place artillery for the final attack on our position. Take two companies of the “L” regiment and endeavor to surprise them. If you succeed, destroy the woods and return as soon as possible. You may select your own companies.” Captain Villemont brought himself to salute, left the dug-out and, returning to his former place in the line of trenches, chose his own division and that of his old-time friend. Captain Lc Point, for the enterprise. Few preparations were needed. Setting the pace so as to arrive a little before dawn, he entered the woods, sent forward ten chosen men to overpower the sentries, and falling upon the main body, this attacking outpost found itself attacked and fully surrounded. Forced to yield, they laid down their arms, and were placed under guard. Cases of high explosives were found covered by branches of trees, and the men set about placing these under the largest trees and mounds of earth, so that after fire had been set to the grove, these might complete the work of entire destruction. Suddenly a sentry from the German side of the woods dashed up and reported a strange light towards the east, scarcely a quarter of a mile distant. Leaving Lc Point in charge, Captain Villemont hurried to investigate the report. With the aid of his night glasses he made out one of the enemy’s taubes, and decided to remain quietly in the woods until it had gone. However, his decision was set at naught, when a sentry somewhat to their left threw up his gun and fired on the taube. Through his glasses Villemont saw a dark body fall from it. Sending orders to his coofficer to set fire to the woods and to return to camp, the captain himself set out to investigate the condition of the fallen man. Incidentally he might be able to gain some important information, but the thought of leaving a fcllowman to die alone without even the comfort of having some one to whom he might confide his last wishes were of far greater weight in prompting Villemont to this action. Making his way cautiously to the side of the injured man, he bathed the sufferer’s head with water from his canteen and poured a drink of brandy down the German’s throat. Dazedly opening his eyes, the latter gazed about in a wondering manner. “My friend,” said Captain Villemont in German, “you arc in a very serious condition. I fear that you have not long to live. Is there no last request or parting words that I V E A T T L K COL L K G K A N X U A I. 69 may transmit to anyone? I shall do all in my power to fulfill them.” By this time the German had come to a realization of his injuries, and replied in a gasping voice: “You arc very kind. Herr Captain, to come thus to the aid of a dying enemy. In the inside pocket of my coat you will find a large wallet. Take it. for it contains a dairy of all the experiences I have gone through since the war broke out. and if possible, send it to my boy. He, too, will be grateful for this act of yours. You will find the address of my wife and parents in the book. Write to my father and have him explain to—my wife—how—1— but his faltering voice trailed off into nothingness. his eyes staring wildly, his body stiffened spasmodically, then relaxed, and the soldier passed to the land of eternal peace. Drawing the soldier’s cloak over the upturned face, Captain Villemont gathered up the effects of the dead man. and was returning to the grove when he heard the droning of a motor above him. Circling high above was the returning taube, making in the direction of the woods. Villemont’s one idea was to warn, if possible, his soldiers of the approaching danger, and though he hastened forward with all speed possible, to himself his progress seemed unaccountably slow. Again looking up he saw a streak of fire and sparks descending directly in front of him. He wished to stop, but that panic that seizes upon a mortal in some instances at the approach of calamity, urged him on. until he struck his foot against a merciful root and he fell to the ground. As he staggered to his feet there was a blinding Hash not twenty yards distant, something struck him on the forehead, and all became blank. When he regained consciousness he heard several deafening reports, and raising himself to a sitting position, he looked toward the grove. It was a veritable furnace. The taube was nowhere in sight, but explosion still followed explosion. As soon as he was able to keep his gaze steadily fixed upon one certain point, the sight that met his eyes was appalling. After each detonation, he beheld trees and shrubs, and ever and anon limbs of horses or men hurtling through the air. Kircer became the crackling of the fire, as the pitch-covered trees broke into a blaze, and above all this the moans and shrieks of wounded and dying men. He crawled closer, and between the explosions, he could detect figures running hither and thither aimlessly, seeking some way of escape. A pair of horses rushed past him, and lied the faster as he endeavored to regain his feet. The explosions became less frequent, and finally ceased, but the pitiful cries of the wounded continued as the fire reached some wretched sufferer who was unable to drag his shattered body away from the flames. He peered into the trees, seeking some way to be of aid to one or other of his doomed men, but to venture within was, in his condition, certain death. Resting for a moment, he tried to collect his thoughts sufficiently to figure out what the cause of this slaughter might be. Then it broke on him. The Germans remaining in the aeroplane had avenged the death of their comrade by dropping bombs upon the men hiding in the grove, thinking, evidently, that all within the copse were enemies. Now, perhaps, they were speeding their way to the German camp to report what had happened, and the dreaded Hussars would be on him shortly. A safe hiding place was imperative, and with difficulty he rose to his feet, but the throbbing wound in his head made him sick and dizzy. He looked toward the east, and the sun, just risen, threw its first rays over the smoking scene. No sooner, however, had the direct rays struck his eyes than he reeled and fell in a dead faint. In his imagination, he was twirling, twirling, and ever downwards, and his unconscious hands clutched the turf as he lay prone on the ground. 70 THE PA LEST RA How long he remained thus he never knew, but was revived by a dash of cold water thrown in his face. Looking up, he saw, as in a haze, two French uniforms, and nearby several English troopers. There had been no English the night before, and the reinforcements must have arrived. Ah, that was good, but why could he not see them plainly? An officer spoke to him, inquiring how long he had lain thus. As Villcmont was about to answer he looked up, and again the sun shone directly on his face, and, writhing under the severe pain it occasioned him, he turned away from its blinding rays, and again for the second time that morning, was dead to the world about him. Long afterwards he was conscious of a swaying motion, and found himself carried in a litter between four troopers. How good that heavy blanket seemed—but the troopers had removed their coats. No, he was not cold now, but too warm, and he would remove that oppressing covering! But his arms were pinned to his side, and as he squirmed on his narrow stretcher an English officer gave him some kind of a draught, but it burned his parched palate, and he turned away his head, resolving to sleep. ‘‘It is certainly a strange case,” said the surgeon a few hours later. “It is almost unique in the annals of medicine. I have heard of only one similar case. The blow on the head in some way affects the optical nerves and renders them so sensitive that the pain occasioned by a strong light is sufficient to cause the sufferer to faint. However, with good care he may recover the use of his normal sight in time, but he will never be fit for active service again. He may be able to serve, though, in the commissariat. How long will it be before he is able to speak rationally? Well, 1 should say, not before ten days or possibly two weeks. The fever must first subside, and the nerve-racking events of the past hours may even delay his recover). However, you may find some very useful information in the diary which he had in his pocket.” The surgeon’s surmise was correct, and Captain Villcmont’s life was literally despaired of. The surgeon averred afterwards that the patient's recovery was due more to the watchful and loving care of Madame Villcmont than to all his medical science. Having been removed to the family’s residence at Chanozai, the quiet of the homelike surroundings comforted his mental unrest, and contributed greatly towards his final recovery. Two months later he reported for duty, and when told of the surgeon’s report, which gave him the choice of honorable discharge or a position in the commissary department, he immediately chose the latter. That night, sitting in a large armchair, with a child on each side, the baby sleeping peacefully in its white cradle and his wife and father listening attentively, Cautain Villcmont told his hearers for the first time the story of that awful night. He had refrained from describing such events to them before, as he fondly hoped to return to the front, and would not have had them tormented bv the exact knowledge of what a soldier must undergo. When he had finished his little Marie looked up, childlike, into his face and naively lisped : “Mamma said that if I asked Mother Mary to send you home, she would, and so I prayed, and now you are home.” A tear stole down the Captain’s check, and he dared not raise his eyes to meet those of his wife, but bending forward, kissed the upturned face before him. William G. McCullagh, Third Academic. SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 71 flmuriniiB pttlxiHiijilfg TURNING back the pages of history, even to the most remote periods of antiquity, we find that the noblest men of every age have devoted their best efforts to uplift the intellectual and moral standard of their own and future generations. The intellectual giants of the different ages have endeavored to evolve a system of education which would approximate their ideal. Some twenty-three centuries ago, the master-minds of antiquity attempted to sketch a plan and establish principles that from the highest viewpoint of pagan wisdom was best adapted to the development of an ideal citizen. Since Plato’s time numberless volumes have been written on the theory of pedagogy and in most cases personal bias of a religious and political nature has left its imprint upon these works. The current philosophic theories of the time invariably found their way into these writings and thus we find that the history of education has been a history of philosophy. Great as has been the energy devoted to education in the past, the twentieth century is, for comprehensive scope, the brightest era of all. In the United States the cost of education runs into millions of dollars annually. And as a result of this liberal use of the public money, illiteracy has been reduced to a figure surprisingly low, especially if we consider the heterogeneous multitude of uneducated immigrants who yearly land upon our shores. Education in the United States is not for the wealthy few, but thanks to the liberality and democracy of the people, it has been placed within the reach of all. But let us consider more particularly the educational achievements of our own state. In the number and excellence of our institutions of learning we have reason to be proud of Washington. No effort, no expense, has been spared to make our schools second to none in the country. The people of Washington believe in education and they are willing to pay for the best, as is evidenced by the huge sums they annually spend for this purpose. With these facts and figures in view, the question may well occur to us, is all this effort and expense worth while? The answer readily springs from the principles we have formerly enunciated. This expense and effort is well directed if the citizens of the State of Washington really get what they pay for. But we wish to assert, and we are in a position to prove our assertion, that such is not the case. The people of Washington do not get what they pay for. The citizens of Washington, as of every other state of the Union, arc a God-fearing Christian people. They acknowledge a personal God and endeavor to live according to His commandments. The Declaration of Independence, the most sublime profession of national principles ever written, declares that the country is Christian. Even on the government coin this profession of faith is made in terms as forceful as they are simple. “In God We Trust.” The laws of the country are enacted in accordance with the commandments of God. The country depends for its very foundation upon the belief of the people in God, and the moral law. Destroy this foundation and you destroy all respect for authority, you sound the death knell of the American government. The government is non-sectarian, it is true, blit still it is Christian. And if the citizens of a Christian nation have not the right to ask that Christianity be taught in the schools, they have the right at least to demand that no doctrines antagonistic to Christianity be imposed upon the minds of their children. In the name of God’s justice and of American liberty they have the right to object against the teaching of impious theories T II K P A L K S TII A 72 which arc subversive of Christian morality anil have for their purpose the uprooting from the mind and heart of the student those high principles so dear to a Christian nation. If a system of education is to be in harmony with the belief of the country and is to produce good citizens it must inculcate a belief in God and the moral law. Any system which would confound God with His creatures and which would make the moral law a mere code of conventional rules, an arbitrary expression of popular custom, is diametrically opposed to the true end of education and irreconcilable with the wishes of our respectable and law-abiding citizens. True education must ever keep in view the principles of sound philosophy. It must be fashioned so as to meet the requirements of man's present life and to fit him for the attainment of his final destiny. It must look beyond the mere cultivation ol his intellect, it must strengthen and guide his moral nature. An educated mind, which has not been schooled in the tenets of Christianity and the precepts of the moral law, becomes a two-edged sword which is as powerful an agency for evil as it would have been for good. If we could be assured that the education imparted to the youth of the state was of such a nature that it would develop thcii moral and mental faculties in perfect harmony with each other and in harmony with true philosophy, then we could say that the efforts of the people and the money which they spend to secure education have not been in vain. But, we repeat, such is not the case. Let us examine the theories which are taught in our state institutions of learning and the logical outcome of such teaching. To say that such institutions do not accomplish good results would be absurd on the face of it. They impart to the student knowledge of immense material value. They equip him to make his living, they develop him into an efficient dol-lar-hunting animal. But this is as far as they go. If religion or philosophy is taught it is usually of a pernicious character and much worse than none at all. As an example of the sort of philosophy taught in some of our universities, I will quote a few lines from a much-lauded text-book. The author of this text-book, which openly teaches Pantheism, declares that it is impossible for a liberal minded and thinking man of today to accept the truths of Christianity. These are his words: If Christianity consisted in the literal acceptance of the assertion that the world was created out of nothing, that the first human beings were called Adam and Eve, that the former was made of a lump of clay, the latter out ot Adam’s rib, that they lived in a beautiful garden in which God Himself took an occasional evening stroll—if Christianity consisted in rc garding these and similar things as true—tinstones, for example, which are told of Christ’s fatherless birth, or if it consisted in the acceptance of the assertion that a certain collection of writings is not the work of pious and believing minds but that God Himself composed them by some unknown process called inspiration and that each line of these writings must therefore be taken as literal and holy truth, if the Christian belief consisted in accepting all this, then, of course, it would be impossible for a liberal minded, thinking man of today to accept it. This, then, is the sort of education for which Christian people are spending their money. The impious author is ready, of course, to accept Christianity, but because he is such a liberal-minded man he cannot accept the dogmas of Christianity. He carefully singles out the leading dogmas of the Christian faith and denies them, together with all the other truths contained in the Old and New Testaments. 'This is but an extract from a volume filled from cover to cover with slurring allusions to Christianity and with arguments supporting materialistic, atheistic and pantheistic theories. Is this the sort of instruction which a Christian people would SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL choose as best adapted to teach a love of Christianity and morality? If Christianity is the foundation of our government, and we all know it is, can it in any sense he said that 73 the foundation is strengthened by the propagation of such pernicious theories as arc taught in our state institutions? William P. O’Connell. ’14. (the fijuly (Brail” HROI'DING his meaning in a highly al li lcgorical style, Alfred Lord Tennyson, in his “Idylls of the King,” portrays to his readers a linked series of subjects, which, to my mind might, indeed, be far from interesting if from the outset any deeper meaning than the mere narration of the Idylls was to be hinted at. But calling imagination and a sense of the mysterious to his aid, he holds the otherwise apathetic mind entranced until, thoroughly interested, he can bring it to break through the symbolic mantle, and grasp the intended truth. When, in our third or fourth readers, wt were told of the good King Arthur and the brand “Excalibur,” given to him by the Lady of the Lake, who “clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,” “Gave the King this huge cross-hilted sword, wherewith to drive the heathen out”—how our younger minds took in the scene! And as we formed in our imagination the border of the lake, the King, tht Lady, the sword—a mere word picture was all that was impressed upon our minds. That Lord Tennyson had more than word painting before him when he composed the poems cannot be doubted, for when the well-known Conde B. Pallen subjected his book, “The Meaning of the Idylls of the King,” to this author, the latter favored him with an autograph commendation, stating that Mr. Pallen had delved deeper into the significations of the Idylls than had any other of the poet’s commentators. Taking for granted. then, that the Idylls do not purpose to simply narrate a scries of semi-myths, but aim at inculcating a deeper truth or truths, we come to the seventh of the Idylls, following the order of time, and treat of the “Quest of tht Holy Grail.” The previous Idylls treat with tales of love and chivalry, deeds of valor of the tournament; their setting, the splendor of the court, or the dust of the tourney field; now, however, we are introduced to a far different scene. Tennyson's own words may best describe it: “From noiseful arms and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt. Sir Percival, Whom Arthur and his Knighthood call’d The Pure, Had passed into the silent life of prayer. Praise, fast and alms; and leaving for the cowl The helmet in an abbey far away From Camelot, there, and not long after, died.” After such a violent change, what motif can there be to the entire poem? Evidently one dealing with the most lofty subjects, where reverence and admiration must enter in. Sir Percival, the hero, is to narrate the Quest himself—narrate it to a simple fellow monk, who now a half hundred years has reposed in the peaceful quiet of the sanctuary. There, “Beneath a world old yew tree, darkening half the cloister on a gustful April morn,” the tale is told and heard with interest. 74 T II K P A L K S T li A The sister of Sir Percival, a nun, while in prayerful attitude in her cell, beholds a vision, that of the chalice, which ’tis said. Our Lord used at that last sad supper with His own. Rose-red, it glowed before he;, tinting the grayish cloister walls, showed but for a moment, passed and failed from her view. Straightway her brother Percival is informed of the vision, and is admonished to fast and pray, that he and all his fellow Knights ma see the Holy Grail. Gathered round the festive board, a number of the Knights behold a luminous cloud pass through the hall, and hearing the story told by the nun, swear a vow to follow for a twelve-month and a day until they shall have merited to see the Grail, not veiled, but open to their mortal eyes. King Arthur remonstrates with them for their impetuosity, warning them that most of them shall follow wandering fires, lost in a quagmire, yet restrains them not, but counsels them, “Go, since vour vows arc sacred, being made. 'Truly triumphant is their parting from the city. 'To Percival thus setting out, never had the heavens appeared so blue, nor the earth so green, nor the air more wholesome, for puffed with pride at all his late shown prowess in the lists on the day previous, he sensed naught but elation at his errand and felt lie surely would see the Holy Grail! Scarcely, however, have the city’s wondrous gates been left behind, than Arthur’s words of warning well up in his heart. “Ye shall follow wandering fires. Flowers fade, clouds overcast the sun, a burning yellow desert looms up before him, and “Every word 1 had spoken once, And every evil deed I had ever done Awoke and cried, “ The Quest is not for thee!” Now, if there were no undercurrent of deeper meaning, what poetical mind such as Tennyson’s would lend itself to such a theme? ’Twould be the narration of a mere myth, “full of sound and fury signifying nothing. Hut again consulting Shakespeare, we may find the reason of the symbolical Knights and Quest. The poet’s eye in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven. And as the imagination bodies forth, The forms of things unseen, the poet’s pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.” This, then, is what Tennyson has really done; he has taken an abstract theme, in this case, a virtue, and has given to it shape and form. His whole theme rests upon this, that they who seek to find God or God’s manifestations of Himself, must do so with a purity so great, that of the pure none but the very purest are admitted to this favor. Sir Percival, we have said, had this quality, wherefore then, upon his leaving the city does he find all things about him in a state of barrenness and death? The poet would here depict the real kingdom of the soul. Arthur’s words warrant that such may be the case. In Galahad, “Whom God had made as good as he was beautiful, is realized the ideal man. whose virtue, uprightness and justice make him fit to behold the vision, but alas, Percival, at the outset, is sadly wanting in the essential of the search after God—humility! That lowly esteem of one’s self, “The highest virtue, mother of them all.”—these are the poet’s own words,—is not to be found in Percival. Hence, although the grosser vices do not hold him in their thrall, the keystone of the arch must yet needs be set. All his vaunted boastings accrue him nothing. On his journey he tempts the pleasures of the taste, but even as lie ate the goodly apples and drank the water of the brook, these fell into dust before him. Beauty fades at his approach, and in his heart there remains an unsatiated longing. A city, fair and large, well walled and seated high on a towering peak, lies in his path, but changes into empty S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L tombs at his arrival. Finally, lie deserts the higher planes, and dropped into a lowly vale, “Low as the hill was high; And where the vale was lowest found A chapel, and thereby, A holy hermit in a hermitage.” At last he finds the magic word, the “Sesame, that will open to him the longed-for way. Unburdening his soul to one whom prayers and fasts have sanctified, he is acquainted with the fact that thus far he has pursued the wrong course. Quoting from the example given by the Savior of Mankind, Who descended to the earth as the humblest of the humble, the hermit cautions Percival to stop and pray. When, next morning, Mass is about to be celebrated, Sir Galahad enters the chapel, and at the consecration of the Mass, sees not the symbols of the sacrifice, but there instead the face as of a child. Percival sees it not. Determining thereafter to follow in the footsteps of so favored a one, he learns from Gala-had that in the strength of this vision he had passed through pagan lands and hordes, and bore them down, and in its mighty strength came victor. And then, before his very eyes, Galahad passes into a mystic, higher life and as thrice the heavens above opened, thunder reared, and shining there the Holy Vessel hung, shrouded at first high in the heavens, brilliant and redder than any rose—the veil had been withdrawn. Foregoing all the pleasures that the court afforded, his heart aflame with an unquenchable desire for things spiritual, Sir Percival withdraws into a monastery, to pass there the remaining space of his days, rendering his soul purer by a life of prayer. So with the remaining Knights. In pro- 75 portion to their virtues are they admitted to the vision. Sir Lancelot caught but the faintest passing gleam, for he endeavored to attain the Quest by violence, and is smitten dow-n. Tristam cleaves to his sin and sees nothing; Gawain, likewise. The good Sir Hors, impetuous, truly honest and sincere, is, by woi-shippers of the devil, thrown into prison, and being purged by his sufferings, in his captivity is granted a vision of the Grail. And when the year was finished, and straggling back to Arthur’s Round Table the Knights came singly in, Arthur’s words were now verified, “Most of you shall follow’ wan-dering fires. They, who are in earnest, and they w-ere few', live such a life afterwards as such a vision should warrant: whereas, they who scoffed at or made the Quest a source of more sin, scoff to the end. How few, in Tennyson’s meaning, are they, who untrammeled, seek only after higher things. Such a mean and debased spirit was Gawain, daring, as he did, to speak lightly of the Quest before the King himself, that he merited the just rebuke: Hope not to make thyself by idle vows, Being too blind to have desire to see.” And still, in scathing terms, the King goes on. “The King and every man is but as the hind to whom a space of land is given to plow', who may not wander from the allotted field before his work be done.” Thus, at once summing up, that though all men are not Galahads or Percivals, yet each in his own state of life must know and cherish a desire for a higher life, to which they shall be admitted after the allotted round of tasks be done in God’s good time and way. William O’Neill. ♦ Third Academic. T If K r A L K S T U A 7 eDmmnrtalttu WE live in an age engrossed by things of sense. Men today pride themselves on their eminently practical character. For the greater part they despise speculation—they would deal with concrete realities only. What they see, and feel, and handle, what they compute in terms of dollars and cents—what will enhance their standing in the community—these things are to them realities—the only realities—all else is vain, idle speculations—childish fancies, perhaps. To them, soul is merely a more or less poorly chosen conventional term to express certain little understood organic functions or operations. Its immortality is part of a religious myth come down to us from the dark ages. If others give any thoughts to the subject at all, they would scorn the idea that back of the Christian belief in the immortality of the human soul, there is not only reason, but the highest reason. They little suspect that many of the inestimable blessings of civilization which they enjoy, have their source in this truth, and that were its sustaining power removed. human society would crumble to dust. Our belief is, as I have said, not directly dependent on the philosophic arguments, by which its reasonableness could be firmly established even by a pagan. We have a higher reason—God’s Word—yet it will not be a waste of time to dwell briefly on some of its more obvious proofs. In man there is much, by reason of which he is near akin to the brute. He has sensitive appetites which crave material gratifications. These appetites impell him with a mighty force to seek their satisfaction. In other things, also, he is of the earth—earthly. He differs little from the dumb brute in many respects. Bur there is also within him a something which cannot be satisfied by brute pleasures— a something which aspires after things which transcend sense—a something which incessantly whispers to him, I was made for higher things”—a something, which at every step ot his life imperiously commands, “Thou must, or thou must not.” Man ever bears within his breast a secret admonitor, at one time telling him what he must do, at another what he must avoid. That secret admonitor we call conscience. It tells man what is good and what is evil. Nor is it merely theoretical in the knowledge which it imparts: for even in spite of himself he feels that he ought to do the good and avoid the evil. He knows that he is physically free to do the one or the other, but he knows also that by the law of that, wherein he is superior to the brute he is bound, and not free. He may be learned or ignorant, rich or poor, in high estate or low, it matters not, he finds himself bound by this internal law. All this you experience within yourselves, and your experience is the experience of every man and woman on the earth. No one car doubt it: no, not even the rankest materialist. True, he may deny it with his lips, but in his inmost heart he knows the law and feels the force of its obligations. Here, then, is a fact for which an adequate cause must be assigned: men of all ages and races and conditions of life have, as history abundantly testifies, felt within themselves this law of conduct, just as you now feel it: and we ask, How explain its universal and invariable existence? To the question but one answer can be given, and it is this: it is rooted in man’s very rational nature and can have as its cause none other than the cause of that nature, namely, God. God put it there as a law of personal conduct. It is the law of an All-Wise and All-Just Legislator. It must, therefore, have annexed to it an adequate sanction. There must be a fitting reward for those who obey its in- S E A T T L E (' () L L E G E A N N UAI 77 junctions; there must be a proportionate punishment for those who ignore or despise these injunctions. And we maintain that from the existence of this law and its necessary consequences, reason legitimately and invincibly deduces the immortality of the soul. For if the soul is not immortal, then this law of God is nugatory—yes, worse, it is unjust. Justice and reason demand an adequate sanction for the moral law. That sanction must be found either in this life or in a future life. It is not to be found in this life. It is. therefore, found in a future life. In other words, the consequences of his deeds follow man through the portals of death to a new life and in the new life each is rewarded or punished according to his merit, and so the soul does not cease to exist with the dissolution of the body. We have said that a full and just sanction cannot be found in this life. What can be clearer? Is it not evident that virtue and happiness, vice and misery do not very frequently go hand in hand in this life? Quite the contrary, do we not often find associated happiness and vice, virtue and misery? If, in this world, the good enjoyed a better lot than the wicked and the lot of each were measured by merit and demerit, then there would be justice. Hence we ask: Are earthly gifts distributed according to this standard? Assuredly not! We sec one without any personal merit born in luxury and wealth, another in bitter misery and extreme poverty. Does not misfortune, disease, financial ruin, fall as heavily on the good as on the bad? Again, who is it that fights the “struggle for existence” more easily and to greater advantage? Is it the honest man who obeys the dictates of his conscience, or is it the man who outdoes his fellow men in cunning and trickery; who shrinks from no crime; who cares not what are the means used, so long as he obtains his end? The adage, “Honesty is the best policy,” does not hold if there is no future, everlasting life. Moreover, human justice, like all other human things, is imperfect. It cannot deal out to each man what is his just due. Hence a higher tribunal of justice must be relied upon to do this, and this can he in no other but a future life. There fortune will smile on virtue only; unhappiness and punishment will fall to the transgressor only. T his is the retribution to which the conscience of every human being testifies, whenever he performs a good or a bad action; this is the restoration of the moral order, which has been an object of belief of all nations and of all times. The soul must, therefore, survive the body. Again, could it be possible that the new order, which God will have established aftci the general retribution, will last for awhile, and then pass away? No; it must last forever. If the reward of the virtuous could be taken from them, would it be worth the trials and sufferings undergone in its attainment? And, moreover, a temporal reward would not suffice to induce man under all circumstances to observe the moral law. The reward must be eternal, as must also the punishment. For even as a temporal reward would not induce man to always obey the moral law, so also a temporal punishment would not suffice to deter man from transgressing it in trying circumstances. Immortality, therefore, gives the only solution to the great pioblems of the world’s government. Anyone well versed in sound philosophy, mark well, I say philosophy not revelation, might easily deduce many powerful and convincing proofs of my thesis, that the soul is immortal. He might prove it from the various operations of the human intellect, from the sublime characteristic of freedom with which the human will is endowed, from the innate longing in man for perfect happiness, a longing which can be satisfied in none but an eternal life, but I shall leave these meta- 78 T II K P A L K S T U A physical proofs, for the proofs which I have adduced, is indeed simple and in compelling force it yields to none. Hut one might ask. “How is it that nowadays so many men of acute, and seemingly well trained philosophic intellects, deny the immortality of the soul, if, as we maintain, proofs of that immortality arc strong and abundant?” To my mind this is an apparent difficulty only. 'That these men have sharp intellects cannot be denied; that they have intellects well trained along philosophic lines is absolutely false. No man, whose fundamental principles are radically wrong can have a well trained intellect. On the contrary, he has an intellect stored with falsehood, and warped by it. and these two things arc contradictions, for the human mind was made essentially for truth. William Mayer, ’15. (Idte Eiteranj THK most essential clause in a former bill, presented to the House in Washington, was that no foreigner, over sixteen years of age. who is physically capable of reading and yet who is unable to read a language. English or foreign, should be allowed admission to our country. Yet, after he has entered our gates he may bring over his father or grandfather, mother or grandmother. sister or brother. This all-important topic of discussion was pronounced by many of America’s most distinguished sons to be one of prime importance to this nation of ours. “Since,” says the Hon. Caleb Powers, of Kentucky, “it goes a long way in settling the kind of people who will make up the population of this country, and the kind of people there are in a country inevitably determines the kind of citizenship, the kind of government, and the kind of civilization the country has, and the kind of citizenship determines the liberty, the sort of happiness and the measure of progress which prevails in it.” To every fair-minded person the contention that an immigrant should not be denied admission to our country if he is morally, physically and mentally sound, and that he should be restricted if he cannot come up to this stand- ard must seem most sound. That the ability to read is not a fair measure of a man’s moral worth, nor of his economic value, nor of his mental capacity, in short, that it is not a fitting test of a man’s honesty, nor of his capacity to work with his hands, nor of his ability to learr., is perfectly evident. Experience proves that moral soundness is independent of intellectual culture. Many men are morally sound notwithstanding their ignorance, while others are morally unsound in spite of their education. Again, experience teaches that a man’s capacity to earn a living is not necessarily dependent on intellectual culture. Among the many objections of a literacy test, it may be readily comprehended that such a test is contrary to the spirit of our laws and institutions. The New York Evening Post, in its critique of the work of Dr. Ross, states that an illiteracy test would be “a revolutionary departure from a historic policy underlying the very spirit of our institutions.” Moreover, the literacy test does not indicate general intelligence or ability, nor is it a measure of patriotism and virtue. Surely we are not a nation to ignore the latter two qualities in an immigrant. To what does this nation owe its fame and glory? What is the predominant quality in the breasts of our fore- S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N IT A L fathers that attained glory and fame for our nation? And, besides, the literacy test has no casual connection with vagrancy or crime. There is an utter lack of justice in such a measure. It is unjust, inasmuch as such a test would admit many who are undesirable and would close the gates of opportunity to the energetic, healthy and able immigrant. The accusation that he, the ignorant, is obnoxious to the native laborer is absolutely unprincipled and without foundation; on the contrary, he is a worthy cause of his American brethren’s betterment. Before this act was contemplated these United States stood preeminent as the land of equal opportunity. “But now,” the Hon. Horace Towner says, “it would seem as if we say, ‘snug and secure in this land of promise and comfort, I am determined to keep it all for myself. It is true there is plenty of room for you, indeed, there is actual need for you, but I'm afraid you might get something I may want. Back, then, to the land from which you and I both came. Your mistake is that you did not start soon enough.' ” “She that lifts up the manhood of the poor, She of the open soul and open door, With room about her hearth for all mankind.” It is well Lowell penned these patriotic lines in his Commemoration Ode before this act was contemplated. For if the literacy te t shall become a law we can no longer boast of the “open soul and open door.” But they say that the immigrant is harmful to the welfare of our native-born American citizen. We might refute the accusation with the words of Hon. William M. Caldcr, of New York, who is engaged in the building business himself, and who has studied it from every phase as affecting the business interests of New York and the wage earning of the American workman. He tells us that the recent immigration has not displaced the native American wage earner and the earliest immigrant, but has only covered the shortage of labor resulting from the excess of demand 79 over the domestic supply. Neither has it increased the hours of labor ot the so-callco skilled American workman. The real fact is that this immigration has tended actually to decrease the hours of labor and increase the wages of the American workman. There is work in America for all who will work. “The textile mills of Massachusetts are dependent on the stream of immigrants for enough operatives to keep the machinery in motion. The Fall River mills are perpetually curtailing production, even now for lack of operatives. The iron and steel industry of the nation would probably stop if the labor of Europe were shut off for a series of years.” And after all the illiterate immigrants are not the men who are threatening our institutions, but arc known, from close observation, to be law-abiding citizens and easy to manage. They live quietly and unpretentiously. In the main they stay here and send their children to school. “There is little cause,” says the Chicago Tribune, “of alien peril when alien adults fill our workshops and alien children jam our public schools.” No; it does not seem American that an immigrant who is earnestly seeking an opportunity to better his condition and the condition of others, and who is of sound morals, sound mind and sound body, should be refused admission into our country because he cannot read or write forty or fifty words of his native tongue. I fear that if many of our nation’s prominent men would have been so hampered in their endeavors to success, failure would have topped their efforts. President Charles YV. Elliott, of Harvard University, in his letter to Congress wrote: “In all races, the most dangerous criminals come from classes that can read and write, and not from the illiterate. A test, founded on ability to read, will not keep out the worst criminals and will furnish no safe guide in action to the officers charged with the execution of the existing restrictive laws. All attempts to exclude healthy and honest immi- 80 T II K r A L K S T n A grants, which vc shall do, once we consent to an illiterate test, are inconsistent with the rightful generosity of freemen, towards people who wish to be free, and of working people whose conditions of labor are favorable towards people in other lands whose conditions of labor are less favorable, and who are ambitious to improve their environment by coming to free America.” Is it not better for our country to adopt a test which would exclude the criminal who is not only able to read and write, but who also attempts, by means of rousing and tumultuous speeches, to stir the illiterate population into a state of discontent? The immigrant, ambitious for liberty, for something better, is the man who has built up our nation, the man we need at present, and the man we shall always need. For without ambition man is a failure and a detriment to his surroundings. Bismarck once made the remark that America was draining Germany of its best blood. ()f late there have been loud protests throughout the country at the massive Hindoo invasion. It has been estimated that from sixty to eighty per cent of the Hindoo laborers who immigrate to this country are the victims of hookworm and trachoma, and to this peril may be laid the recent revival of the Burnett Immigration Bill. But would an illiterate test for I lindoos exclude the diseased ? Would it not be far better, far more plausible to make the gentlemanly agreement with India that we made with Japan? Why should the immigrant be so disdained and belittled? Is it because he is a foreigner? No; for who of us can escape the accusation? Is it because he is poor? Now, detestable arc our discriminations, if in pursuit after the Almighty Dollar, we shall reject any one because of his poverty. Then, it is because he is uneducated; if so, we have lowered ourselves to such a degree of narrow-mindedness and we are so blind in dealing out justice that we cast upon our brothers in blood a look of disdain simply because they have not been given the opportunities of education we have. Lf.ster Schorx. '16. S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A X X GAL Hi (l4jr 9i rret 1 2B£ xvh THE possessor of a country’s secret—nay more, the object of a country’s watching and encouragement—imagine, if you can, Mr. Frank Morris’ thrill of enthusiasm, as he daily studied and labored over his invention to bring it to perfection. This invention, let it he known, consisted of an extraordinary air and spring gun. No noise, no smoke—Click! Z-zin-ng! That’s all!’’—was the way Mr. Morris described it on the day he revealed his trumph of three years of work to the commandant of a neighboring fort. We said a country’s secret, that is, known only to its proper officials: Mr. Morris, the secretaries of the Army and Navy, the commandant of Fort Lacy, and one other—Mr. Gerald Boone—alone possessed the secret. In view of valuable aid from his friend. Mr. Boone, for in the opinion of all he was a genius. Mr. Morris introduced him to the object of his ambition. Before coming to our story, a word about Mr. Boone. Who was he? Where did he come from? What was his occupation? In brief, no one knew. He moved in the highest society of the country, said little and acted as a genius—a little hit eccentric. But a certain polish and congeniality of manner banished any lurking suspicion. With what torture would Mr. Morris have lived had he known that his beloved secret was in the possession of strangers! How would this nervous, excitable man have withered under the strain! How would his but too often sleepless nights have lengthened into an agony! And his warm enthusiasm—could it retain its vigor encumbered by fear! The secret was out—those who knew dared not speak. Mr. Boone's visits became more frequent as time wore on. His interest in the “DEMON” (the gun) was fuel to the ardent inventor. “How’s the Demon?”— was the word of greeting. “Keep at it, old boy! —was the word at departure. One night, at the importunate invitations of Monsieur Dc Bouneau, the French Am bassador, Mr. Morris with his family went to the opera. “George, said he to the butler before leaving, if Mr. Boone comes tonight, allow him into the laboratory if he wishes.” “Yes, sir.” Earlier than usual Mr. Boone arrived. I he butler was waiting for him and both hastened into the laboratory. Shortly after, Mr. Boone left. About two hours later the house took on the appearance of slumber—the lights were out and silence reigned. Without, two figures stood motionless in the recesses of the garden bushes. The moon had risen early and early had set. All favored an attempt of theft. The two men now crept near. One leaned against the house beneath a low, leaf-enshrouded window. The other getting upon his companion’s shoulder, tapped softly twice upon the pane. At the same instant the two sections swung back on their hinges—evidently a traitor within! Both are now upstairs in the laboratory and steal quickly to a picture hanging on the further wall. Snap! The lights suddenly flash on! “Surrender! cried the butler, pistol in hand at the door. “Come on, lads; quick, put these on.” ordered Mr. Boone, passing beside him into the room and offering two pair of hand-cuffs with his left hand, while a pistol glittered in his right. 82 THE PA LEST li A While the captives were being secured an auto was heard to coir.e to a stop outside. Shortly followed the sound of footsteps and voices from the front stairs. “Quick, rush them below,” ordered Mr. Boone, he must not know this. In an instant all was quiet again. Mr. Morris, on approaching the house, had seen the light in his laboratory, and judging his friend to be there, he hastened upstairs. “What’s this,” he exclaimed. “I saw the light.” Just then the door-bell rang. Mr. Boone pretending he had just arrived, hurried upstairs to the laboratory. He was too late. Mr. Morris had already opened the safe concealed behind the picture—the door gaped open—and the safe was empty. ()?i the floor knelt the distracted and moaning inventor. ‘‘Just when I had it finished—() God! My secret! () Boone, it’s gone.” A wild look of pain and suspicion clouded his flushed and fevered countenance. “No, I have it safe! exclaimed Mr. Boone, interpreting his look. Next morning Mr. Boone and the butler entered Mr. Morris’ room. 'The latter was sitting on his bed, propped with pillows. “Have you brought it?” he cried. “I put it back before 1 left last night.” replied Boone smiling. “It had been there before you missed it if you had not hurried to open the safe so quickly last night. 1 wanted to get you out of the room and slip it back. But had you looked behind the books on the shelf to the left of the picture you would have seen it.” “But how did you know?” Well, Frank, if you promise not to breathe a word I’ll tell you. Well, then, here goes: “I got wind of the plot about the time I recommended—By the way—turning towards the butler—allow me to introduce Charles Manning, assistant detective on my staff. A little before I recommended him to you as a butler, that was about a year and a half ago, I learned of Monsieur Dc Bouneau’s plot to capture your prize. He got on to the existence of the “Demon” a little before that at that social picnic we—” “But who told him?” “Quietly, now, give me time. Why, you did!” ?� “Don’t get excited or I’ll have to postpone my story.” “No, no! I’ll be good,” he said laughing. “As I was saying, you were sleeping under a tree, played out after the long hike. The Ambassador was reading near by. Do you remember—the time the others were on the lake, remember? Well, you started talking about the gun and the plans.” “()h! is that why you woke me up to look at some scenery down the cove! Say, I was sore for a week!” All three laughed. “Say, but it was funny,” said Mr. Boone, stretching himself lazily. Mr. Manning was planning it with them for the last two weeks, but you old duffer would never go out. He led them right into the trap. Well, all’s well that ends well, the old fellow is cooped up now with his two servants and the secret is SAFE! Walter Gallagher. First Academic. SKATTLK COLLKGK A XX UAL HE members of the Faculty and of the Student body beg to use these pages of the PALESTRA to con- vey their heartfelt sympathy and sincere condolence to those students who have been deprived by death of a cherished member in their family. T Early in March the sad news reached us that Ernest Marceau’s mother had died at the Georgetown hospital. In the awful catastrophe which occurred at the Britannia mines John Holland’s sister was numbered among the victims. And only recently Donald Burke was bereaved of his father, who died from injuries sustained in an automobile accident. In the death of Mr. Burke the College loses a real friend. € We heartily sympathize with them in their sorrow and that of their stricken families, and we pray the Lord that He may give them strength and courage in this hour of trial. 85 E recommend to your kind attention the following advertisers, who have aided materially in the publication of the 1915 “Seattle College Annual. 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AAA IN INI IN O Undertaker Alain 7 488 014-10 Howell Street Every First-Class Facility Furnished at the Lowest Possible Cost Equipped for Catholic F unerals LADY A I FENDAN f GLASSES PROPERLY LENSES DUPLICATED FITTED AND ADJUSTED PRICES MODERATE Eversole Optical Co. Established 1889 FRANK J. SEXTON. Mgr. Main 4020 215 MADISON ST. A 1) V E 1{ T I S K M K X T S 97 For Costumes of All Kinds LUEBEN COSTUMING CO. 1923 THIRD AVENUE Elliott 5041 Rear Moore Theatre SEA I I LE, WASH. Telephones: Main .M‘4 2 Main I . 00 Importers of Drawing and Tracing Papers Also Tracing Cloth GILL GILL LIQUOR DEALERS 806 First Avenue, Seattle Tel. Main 1967 Independent 1671 Geo. E. Mitchell Engineers and Architects Supplies 315 Mutual Life Bldg. JONES-THURLOW CO. 14th and E. Pine We Sell Swope Entire Graham Bread Our Butter and Eggs Are Always Fresh We Make a Specialty of l eas and Coffees Pacific Commercial Blue Print Co. BLUE PRINTERS and Manufacturers of Sensitized Papers Litho Prints Our Specialty Stuart Building Seattle FOR. GOOD PRINTING AT FAIR PRICES You can make no mistake in Patronizing HERMAN Printing GSL Binding' Co. 72 COLUMBIA H. R. SCANLON MILK BOTTLED ON FARM MAIN 1088 CEDAR GROVE DAIRY CO. Caters Exclusively to Family Trade 316 E. PINE ST.. SEATTLE MILK. CREAM. BUTTER AND EGGS 98 A I) V K n T I S K M E N T S TELEPHONE REFERENCE MAIN 17-2S ANY HANK IN SEATTLE Sartori Company Loans and Investments Seattle Grain Drying Co. Moved to 910 L. C. Smith Bldg. It. SARTORI. QFAT'T'l F Seev. k Treas. 1 X LE. Hughes $ Adams, Inc. Importers of High Grade 'Peas and Roasters of Choice Coffees Phone Elliott 1320 619 PIKE ELLIOTT 1170 C. P. GORMAN, Mgr. Rainier Dye Works (jrant’s House of (Juality EXPERT DYERS NEXT TO GRANT'S CAFE AND CLEANERS Choice Wines and Liquors We Call for and Deliver Your Clothes FREE DELIVERY MAIN 1439 1412 Third Avenue SEATTLE 664 Jackson St., Seattle Alaska Building, home of ihe Scandinavian American Bank The Young Man’s Business Account Is received in The Scandinavian American Bank with the same welcome that is accorded to the larger accounts of the older established houses. It is handled with the same painstaking care, and there is the same earnest desire to be helpful at every step in his progress and in every way in our power. In fact, the size of the account is not nearly so important as the Young Man’s ambition and capacity to make a substantial success of his business. Some of our best Commercial Accounts of today began with us in a small way ten or fifteen years ago. While we keep a sharp eye on the present, we never forget that there is a future—a mighty big future—for the industrial and commercial interests of Seattle and the Northwest. The banking interests will help to make the future; and the young man starting a business is invited to come in and talk with us about it. Scandinavian American RESOURCES, $11,000,000.00 A. (TIILKKKG J. K. CIIILBEKG, M. .1. SHAUCHNESSY. President. Vice-President. Vice-President. Bank J. F. LANK, Cashier. ALASKA BUILDING, SEATTLE, U. S. A. A 1) V K R T I S K M K X T S 99 y E made the plates for the illustra- ( ) lions appearing in this issue. We’d be glad to make yours, too. Van Doren U.OTR1C WRAVINC t 7 v £A(NY- Roofing S RWmifI ©IP FI. BLDG. Cornice Co. XeATTLe — WASH. MM 2136 Westlake: Corner of Ninth Phone: Main 987 Seattle, Wash. TELEPHONE MAIN 4734 architectural Sculpture Co. Artistic Relief Decorations—Made of Plaster, Composition or Cement For Interior and Exterior Use W. J. F. MEYER 1819 SEVENTH AVENUE. SEATTLE. WASH. Ernst Hardware Company BUILDERS’ HARDWARE PLUMBING AND HEATING CONTRACTORS’ SUPPLIES SHEET METAL WORK PAINTS. OILS AND VARNISHES SPORTING GOODS JANITORS’ SUPPLIES MOTOR CAR ACCESSORIES Telephone Elliott 4126 514-516-518 PiKe Street My Work Is My Best Advertisement W. H. MIDDLETON TAILOR Third Avenue and James St. Phone Main 1376 100 A I) V E U T I S E M E X T S Elliott 5208 Fourth and Pike P. 0. WOLD 8 GO. {Tailors W 218 NORTHERN BANK BLDG. SEATTLE Beacon 319 PHONES Beacon 675 The Green Wagons Leschi Ice Company Manufacturers and Distributors of ICE Issaquah Ferry Dock Leschi Park Gold Shield coffee ALWAYS” GOOD Sold in Sealed Cans Only ROASTED AND PACKED IN SEATTLE By Sthwabacher Bros. 8 Go. Incorporated The Typewriter for Personal Lse Investigation Means Possession A1 TAKE ANYTHING ANYWHERE ANY TIME WEBSTER 8 STEVENS CoroNA TYPEWRITER CO. 712 3rd AVE.. SEATTLE. WASH. lAIX-KI.MOTT 64 47 GJflmmerrial Jlliutiuiraphrru AMATEUR FINISHING. BROMIDE ENLARGING. COPYING. LANTERN SLIDES Bring C« toor Amateur Finishing and Get the Be� l 4134-42 ARCADE BUILDING Phone MAIN 3743 SEATTLE, WASH. MINOR PHARMACY I 100 Broadway, Corner Madison NOW UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT STRICTLY FIRST-CLASS AND UP-TO-DATE Carrying FINEST LINE OF DRUGS AND SUNDRIES PRESCRIPTIONS A SPECIALTY PROMPT DELIVERY East 295 Mrs. F. E. Dowling, Prop. A I) V K R T I S K M E X T S 101 C. C. Belknap Glass Co. Cor. Railroad Ave. and Stewart St., Seattle DEALERS I IN Glass of Every Description AT LOWEST PRICES Phone Main 2269 PAINTS AND VARNISHES THAT DEFY THE WEATHER Bass = Hueter Paint Co. WHOLESALE AND RETAIL PAINTS, OILS AND VARNISH TWO STORES 91 Spring St. SEATTLE. WASH. 507 Union St. Pressed Steel BUNKERS: Rear James St. Power House 110 Railroad Ave. S. PHONES: Sun. East 87: Ind. 87 Main 3873. 289 Radiators J. W. BULLOCK Renton Goal SANITARY EFFICIENT DURABLE w F. A. LE CLERCQ 352 Maritime Bldg. SEATTLE 609 Tenth Avenue SBATTLE Popular With Collegians Societe Chocolats IMPERIAL CANDY CO. SEATTLE 102 1) V K R TI S K M K A T S Seattle College Broadway and Madison Sts. Seattle, Wash. Founded - i8y2 Chartered iS()S I he COURSE OF S I UDIES is similar to that followed in the numerous other Jesuit Colleges throughout the United States. It is divided into two principal departments, the Collegiate and the Academic, to which is added a PREPARA TORY division for such as have not yet completed the grammar grades. I. I he COLLEGE DEPARTMENT furnishes the usual four-year course of studies leading to the degree of Bachelor of Arts. It embraces the Senior. Junior, Sophomore and Freshman classes. The instruction consists in a systematic study of English, Latin and Greek Languages and Literatures, Higher Mathematics, Natural Sciences, History, Mental and Moral Philosophy, and an advanced course in religious instruction. II. The ACADEMIC OR HIGH SCHOOL DEPARTMENT furnishes a four years’ course, so graded as to form a preparation for the College course. It embraces the study of Christian Doctrine, English, Latin. Greek, Algebra, Geometry, Modern History. Provision will also be made for Modern Languages. Elementary Physics and Chemistry. I he PREPARA IORY or Grammar School Division corresponds about to the seventh and eighth grades of other schools, aid covers all the studies usual in these classes. For Particulars Apply to THE REV. PRESIDENT 916 E. MARION ST. A 1) V K R T I S K M K N T S 103 THE MADISON THEATER “Cbe Cheater Beautiful” Cor. Broadway and Madison Opposite the College A Place Where You Can Always Pass a Couple of Hours In Refined Surroundings and Enjoy a Good. Clean Show of Up-to-Datc Motion Pictures BERT FARRAR. President W. B. STRATTON. Secretary BURKE FARRAR, Inc. 203 NEW YORK BLOCK OWNERS OF KIRKLAND Comprising Many Fine Tracts of Acreage. Several Are Improved and Have Fine Mountain and Lake View, or We Will Build to Suit and Sell on EASY MONTHLY PAYMENTS. OVER 2000 ACRES TO SELECT FROM. KEEP UP WITH THE TIMES When You Buy Real Estate or Loan Money Insist on Being Protected by TITLE INSURANCE Washington Title Insurance Co. 802 Third Avenue REARDON ELECTRIC CO. ELECTRIC SUPPLIES MAIN 4 9 0 1= 1525 Fourth Avenue Seattle, Wash. 104 A I) V E U T I S E M E X T S Pacific Meat Market 803-805 First Avenue= Colman Bldg. Up-to-date Combination Store Elliott 2036= Private Ex change I'Ve solicit your patronage Phone orders promptly attended to Most Sanitary Market in the City A I) V K R T I S K M K X T S 105 If your boys want to study and you have to send them away, send them to SPOKANE, WASH. Conducted by the Jesuit Fathers—a Boarding and Day School for Boys and Young Men Law Preparatory Medical Liberal Arts Natural Sciences Preparatory Engineering Classical High School Commercial College Grammar School The Course in Each Department Is Prescribed, Not Elective Music and Modern Languages Are Optional Classes Open Sept. 8th For Particulars. Address THE PRESIDENT. 106 A I) V K R T I S K M E N T S CAPITOL HILL, SEATTLE Has an accredited Normal course and is equivalent to the advanced course of the State Normal School for High School Graduates. We are working under the regulations of the State Board of Education and are inspected twice a year by State Board. We also prepare students to take the Normal course. A special course in Music if desired. There are three Laboratories, one each for Physics, Chemistry and Biology, fully equipped.. Classes will be resumed September seventh. Address Sister Superior. A I) V K R T I S K M E A T S 107 Rainier Electric Co., Inc. SEATTLE, WASHINGTON Engineers and Contractors BUILDINGS Carolina Court Lincoln High School Earlington Apartments Clallam County Court House Capital City Apartments Waechtcr Residence G. N. Post Office Hotel REFERENCES OWNERS Claud Ramsay City of Seattle H. N. Richmond Pert Angeles. Wash. Olympic Investment Co. H. F. Waechter G. N. R. R. Yesler Estate ARCHITECTS J. A. Creutzer Edgar Blair David Dow and Son F. W. Grant W. P. White Bcezer Brothers Webster and Ford A. Wiokersham Galbraith, Bacon Co. BUILDING MATERIAL WE HANDLE CEMENT FIRE BRICK ROLLING STEEL DOORS LIME LIQUID STONE PAINT SIDEWALK LIGHTS PLASTER RUBBER ROOFING TERRA COTTA Seattle, Wash. PIER 12 PIER 3 Phone, Rainier 405-W Office: Residence, 9313 Waters Ave. 307 Transportation Bldg. Frank E. Jagerson SEATTLE, WASH. Qontractin£ Plasterer Contracting Plasterer, Plain and Ornamental Work Also Contractor for Composition Sanitary Floors 108 A I) V K R T I S K M K A T S ARCHITECTURAL TERRA COTTA The modern fire-proof material for facing or trimming buildings. We make standard or glaze finish in a variety of shades and colors. Write for information Northern Clay Company AUBURN, WASHINGTON Hofius Steel and Equipment Co. MANUFACTURERS OF SWITCH MATERIAL FABRICATORS OF STRUCTURAL STEEL, RE-ENFORCING BARS Locomotives. Cars. Rails and Fastenings, Track Tools Portland Tacoma Seattle Spokane A 1) V E U T I S E M E N T S 109 Order your Announcements for T June W eddings from our ENGRAVING DEPT. METROPOLITAN PRESS = FULL LINE OF SAMPLES TO SELECT FROM Prices R't ht ■■ if. ■ , La