Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

Text from Pages 1 - 132 of the 1916 volume:

THE PALESTRA Seattle College Annual JUNE NINETEEN SIXTEEN MET. PRESS, SEATTLE CONTENTS Page Dedication - -.-----.---.7 Reverend Victor Gar rand. S. J. ....... 8 Foreword—Rev. Joseph Tomkin, S. J...........................11 Alma Mater, Salve—Joseph McKenna, 15.......................12 College Class Histories ---------- 13 Peace on Earth—George J. Baillargeon, ’19...................22 The Ethics of War—Joseph McKenna, T5........................23 In the Land of Shattered Idols—Emmett T. Coghlan, IS - - - 26 Mark Twain—James M. Hay, ’18................................31 Dawn—Emmet T. Coghlan, 18...................................33 The Awakening—Emmett T. Coghlan, T8...................34 A Ghostly Joke—Stephen C. Crowley, IV High..................35 William Shakespeare—George J. Baillargeon, ’19..............38 Determination—Charles A. Moriarty, A. B.....................41 Castles in Spain—John P. Mitchell, 17 - - - - - -44 Might or Right—Theodore Kohls, ’15 - - - - - - 45 The Spectre—Emmett T. Coghlan, ’18..........................47 Beans—George S. Watt, I High -------- 48 The Death Song—Thomas G. Earles, ’17........................49 Editorials—Lester B. Schorn, 16 - - - - - - - 53 Vacation Hours—Emmett T. Coghlan, ’18 - -...................56 Diary—Roger J. Coughlin, ’17................................57 Alumni—Leonard J. Reilly, ’16...............................66 High School and Preparatory—Class Histories.................76 Athletics—Robert J. Neilan, ’18.............................91 Foolosophy -................................................98 Autumn—Robert J. Neilan, ’18 - ....................109 The Iron Age—Cyril Pcrcnboom, T5 - - - - - - - 102 REV. VICTOR CAR RAND, S. J. (From an ol� l print) an ru. Utrtnr (Barrmid. 3. A ptonrrr of (CatlioUr eburatton in $rattlr anb tlir fnuubrr of Prattle College. iue gratefully brbicatr tine number of Sljr $Ialeotra. : : : : 8 T II E P A L E S T R A Snimnii IJirtnr darranin, . 3. TO Mgr. Prefontainc belongs the distinction of having built the first Catholic Church in Seattle. In November. 1867, this missionary, whose field extended over the Puget Sound district, from Cape Flattery to Stcilacoom on one side, and British Columbia on the other, and who often visited the different villages along this scope of country, concluded to make his headquarters in Seattle. Having rented a house for a residence, he turned most of it into a temporary chapel, where about half a dozen of his faith met on Sundays to worship. With the assistance of friends a small church was erected on 3rd Avc. South and Washington St. From that date his congregation began to increase so rapidly that the modest edifice was no longer sufficient to accommodate all who desired to attend the services. To look after the interests of the rapidly increasing Catholic community in Seattle, Right Rev. Kgidius Jlinger appealed for help to the secular and regular clergy of the East. And it was in answer to the call of the Master that the harvest was large but the laborers were few that the Rev. Victor Garrand, who was then laboring in the Yakima Valley, arrived in Seattle to exercise his ministry in this new portion of the Lord’s vineyard. He made his headquarters at St. Francis Hall, then located on 6th and Spring. The building was rented from Right Rev. Prefontainc for a period of time until the Jesuit Fathers could provide themselves a suitable location in the city. On Sept. 27, 1801, the formal opening of the new place was made as church and school. Fr. Swecre came at this time to assist Fr. Garrand, and three sisters of the Holy Names, Sisters Michael, John Chrysostom, and Claudia, took charge of the school. The school opened with 75 boys and 30 girls. In the month of April of 1893, an impressive ceremony took place at the corner of Marion and Broadway, commemorating the laying of the cornerstone of the future Seattle College. Only the pioneers of those days know of the heroic self-sacrifices, the bitter privations and wearying toil entailed by Fr. Garrand in his new undertaking. For the lack of funds the building was discontinued and the lone basement stood for a year in what was then still a shaggy wilderness. A small frame structure adjoining the property was bought by Fr. Garrand and it served for a time a very useful purpose. 'I’bc building was resumed in the month of July, 1894. and on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, Dec. 8, of the same year, an event occurred which cheered the heart and sweetened the toils of Fr. Garrand, and will long be remembered by the early Catholic laity of Seattle. A large concourse of people was present at the first services held in the new building. Fr. Sthoo!, C. S. S. R.. delivered a powerful and eloquent oration to the first worshipers in the newly erected chapel of the Immaculate Conception. Classes were resumed in some of the rooms of the new building and to accommodate the large crowd of pupils, the frame structure, which was formerly an orphan asylum and had been bought recently by Fr. Garrand, was turned into a school. In August. 1894, two scholastics of the Society of Jesus. Mr. P. Mahoney and Mr. C. Brustcn. arrived in Seattle to begin the work of higher education at Seattle College. Those who knew Fr. Garrand speak of h;m in fond recollection of the vigor and enthusiasm that impelled him to work for the education of the Catholic youth in Seattle. Of a frank and generous nature, open and vivacious, his character was nevertheless lovable and kind. Any one who made his acquaintance came to love him. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A X X UAL 9 The college was founded, the foundation stone of higher education in Seattle was laid. But it was reserved to the founder to taste first of the bitter cup of trials and difficulties which was in store for the men who were interested in the progress of the institution. A severe epidemic broke out in Seattle which counted a number of victims among the pupils. The two Jesuit teachers were recalled to Spokane by higher superiors and Fr. Gar-rand fought in vain against the onslaught of the disease. He was confined to his bed for several weeks. It is at this time that Fr. Dethoor came to Seattle to relieve him of his ministerial burdens. In the gradual building up of Seattle College Fr. Garrand was anxious to eliminate the parochial school feature in order to give ampler room to the students for the higher courses of studies in classics and sciences. Consequently the smaller pupils were confided to the absolute care of the Sisters of the Holy Names who founded for that purpose the St. Rose’s Academy. In January, 1896, Fr. Garrand was relieved of the office of Superior by Fr. Diomedi, and in November of the same year he bade farewell to Seattle and to the College he had founded. In dedicating this number of the “Palestra” to Fr. Garrand, we feel that we are simply taking an opportunity to express our gratitude to the man who endeared himself to so many people in Seattle and who took such a prominent part in our early history. FUGIT IRREPARABILE TEMPUS Those people here below who say— We’ll lag a bit along our way, And from the bounteous future day We’ll borrow— Will find the future’s pathways lined With tombs of those who lagged behind— Today is yesterday they’ll find, Tomorrow. Robert J. Neilan, ’18. 10 T II K P A L E S T R A REV. JOSEPH TOM KIN. S. J. President of Seattle ColleKe SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 11 FOREWORD The students of Scuttle College are to be congratulated uf on this, the third appearance of the Palestra.” This publication is an added proof of the good will and loyalty of our students. But, moreover, it is an exposition of the work which is carried on in their English Classes, and indicates a spirit of study and research. I cannot impress too strongly upon the student body the necessity of careful training in English, both in the authors and in the art of composition. The result of this training will constitute one of the criteria by which you and your College will be judged by the world. And because the annual numbers of the Palestra are helping to the desired end of producing educated men, capable of correct invention and exposition, feel that it is no more than just to encourage the Editor, his assistants, and the whole Student Body in their efforts to produce a representative magazine. JOSEPH TOM KIN, S. J. 12 T II K PA LESTRA ALMA MATER, SALVE A youth afloat on 'rime's beguiling tide, Life’s journey just begun all dazzling bright, Morality, my need, I sought thy light; As some small stream, unfit alone to glide, Meanders to the river for a guide. And evermore when in a sorry plight To learn the facts that seemed lost in night. Endeavour, was thy sermon; so I tried. Restraints thou hadst to put upon my ways, Sincerely dealt, e’en leaving me more free As careful nursing helps the sapling grow. Lo! there it comes, the aim of many days,— Victorious I go. Farewell! Forme Eternal thoughts of thee shall brightly glow. Joseph McKexma, ’15. S K A T T L K C () L L E G K A X X IT A I. 13 ©ur (grafctrateB 4 4 4 Leonard Joseph Reilly BORN in Seattle in 1894, “Len forsook the pine-clad hills of Puget Sound quite early in life. Thus we find him roving through Arizona, Colorado and California until he realized that the Queen City should be his real habitat. After finishing the grammar grades of the public schools in his native city, Len at once enrolled himself in the High School Department of Seattle College. Later he migrated to Campion College, Prairie Du Chien, Wis., only to return and renew his studies in our midst. Throughout his course he has been noted for a certain doggedness of purpose which has come to light especially in Philosophy classes, where he has met objections so cleverly that all the tricks of argumentation can not phase him. As President of the Debating Society Leonard has displayed suavity of manner and a determination that no member should fall asleep during the weighty discussions that have ever characterized the sessions of that organization. He has taken part in the contests for the Elocution Medal, and has been found both on the gridiron and on the diamond, showing that he has ever had the interests of the College at heart. Because of his modest, unassuming ways, we have all grown fond of Len, and wish him every success in his new walk of life. Wherever he may be we are all sure that Leonard will never be forgetful of Alma Mater. 4 u T II E P A L E S T H A i' 4 Lester Byron Schorn LESTER hails from the “land of sagebrush and apples.” He was born in the thriving little town of North Yakima, June 2nd, 1S96. He attended the parochial school of his native town and completed his High School Course in Marquette Hall. Lester spent his first year of College life at Gon aga University, where his ability for oratory was first recognized on the dramatic stage. But it was reserved to the Jesuit School on Broadway to watch Lester’s growing powers as an elocutionist. As an interpreter of the stirring Alaskan pieces of the Spell of the Yukon, of the Cremation of Sam McGee, lie has been a source of delight to many Seattle audiences. He has taken an active part in all dramatic performances and is an active member of the Debating Society. As Manager of the Baseball Team and as President of the Student Body, 1 .ester has always been identified with College activities and has striven to awaken a spirit of loyalty to Seattle College and its traditions. In the classroom he has been no less active, as the many medals and testimonials bear abundant proof. Many a night and oft has the midnight oil been burning in Lester’s chamber, while others have been tripping the “light fantastic,” showing that he is a firm believer in the motto, “Genius is a capacity for staying up late” (studying). Lester is the Editor-in-Chief of the “Palestra.” We do not know what Lester intends to do, but he has our heartfelt good wishes in all his undertakings. d- 1’1« - SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 15 b 4 4 Thomas Lovell Spellmire TO LOVELL belongs the unusual distinction of having made and completed all his studies at Seattle College. “It’s a long way to Graduation,” so long, in fact, that very few students reach that event of their life without a varied career in different schools of learning. Lovell saw the light of day in Cincinnati, Ohio, on the 5th of January, 1896. Answering the call of the West, his family moved to the Puget Sound Country when the subject of the present sketch was only four years old. His first elementary training was given by the Sisters of the Holy Names at the Sacred Heart School. As a preparatory department was conducted in Seattle College, Lovell was able to register as a student with us as early as 1906. As time went on Lovell showed a strong inclination for Mathematics and while the charms of Xenophon’s “Retreat of the Ten Thousand” had no inspiration for him, he delved into the realm of Calculus so fiercely that there is no sticker too difficult for him to answer. A remarkable thing is ascribed to Lovell,—only once did he fail to hand in a paper in Calculus. Yes, dear reader, Lovell is a student. The games and contests of the campus fascinate him not—the Lab. and a philosophical difficulty arc his joy and delight. If anyone can find more difficulties in a proposition than Lovell, we would like to meet the man. Always ready to lend a helping hand, we predict for him a brilliant career. We are sorry to part with him. He has shown us what devotion to one idea can accomplish; and we wish him all happiness and success. b 4 4 1( T II E P A L E S T R A iliutinr TO SAY that the troubles of Junior Year outnumbered its joys; that the cares, placed on a balance, outweighed the pleasures of the school year just passed, would be wrong indeed. On the other hand, one would not be justified in claiming an advantage in favor of our oft-interrupted happiness. A state of equilibrium, so to speak, was maintained throughout the year. At times, especially during Examinations, life seemed void of all save trouble and study. The dark clouds of worry gathered on the distant horizon, and rose until they obscured the sun and shut out the blue sky above. There was an ominous vague feeling that something was wrong. The very air seemed charged with fearful threats. It was the lull that always precedes the storm. So we prayed and waited. Finally the storm broke. The wind rose and mocked us; with hollow moans it flaunted us for our distractions in Class, for our inattention. It rose and increased, in howling scorn it jeered us. We shuddered and cowered in fear. Our minds were weary and our bodies well-nigh broken. Would the torture never cease? It must. . . . The Exams arc over, and the sun peeps from out the troubled sky. If every single cloud has the proverbial bright interior, who, then, is capable of imagining the beauty of our sky line after the Exams were over. Some paragraph, isn’t it? Now Adam and Eve had their Apple Tree, Caesar his Brutus, Washington its Prohibition, and therefore WE must have our Mathematics. I suppose they were all necessary evils. Mathematics we arc led to suppose has some hidden good, some almost unfathomable quality that can be perceived and appreciated when, and only when, the person, so desiring, has spent one hour or more out of every twenty-four in close communion with his Text Book. Now the writer, in common with several others, stands in awe of Mathematics. It baffles him. It is a mysterious, dread, preternatural thing in which he can gain no foothold. Therefore he refuses to say a single word about the subject. The Jubilee Class of ’17, one and all, advocate Preparedness, but only about one-half of them practice it. Let us illustrate: J. McAtcer, Beezer and Andrew Sedlock consider Preparedness the one real live issue of the day. Accordingly the approach of Exams does not disturb or ruffle their calm satisfaction. They continue the even tenor of their ways, unmolested by thoughts of “midnight oil” or “cramming.” We will not dwell on the predicament of the rest of the class. “Preparedness” is a good slogan. S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A N N U A L IT So much for higher things.” Let us descend to earth. Space is growing short and after the fashion of every proper Class Chronicle, we must proceed to record a few of the principal events of the year. T. G. Earles arrived two weeks late, R. J. Coughlin later, and J. P. Mitchell latest. The two last named hail from Iowa. Maybe it was the fault of the state in which they were born that caused them to be late. I don’t know. Four members of the Class participated in the Football game between the College and the High School teams. R. Bcezer at right end covered himself with glory. Of course the other three starred. On College Day the Class presented a skit entitled Twenty Years Hence.” It was loudly applauded. All appeared after the Christmas holidays wearing theii loudest neckties and gloomiest looks. Wetness had passed from us, leaving an arid Prohibition waste. The Exams come and go, and J. McAtecr excepted, the whole Class joins the Glee Club. J. P. Mitchell of the University District, takes a three weeks’ trip East. The Repetitions and Exams are again appp roach ing. J. P. Mitchell returns and quits the Baseball squad, claiming that too much play and not enough study makes John a flunked boy.” The Junior Banquet was held on May 18th at the “Northold” Inn. The Senior Class were our guests. A. Scdlock of Renton gave a pleasing vocal solo, while L. B. Schorn of ’16, the Class Valedictorian, gave a very forceful speech on “Our Duty to Alma Mater.” The “cigarres” for the occasion were furnished by L. G. Reilly of Beacon Hill. 'Fhe year draws to a close. Ere long there will be a new Junior Class and we shall go to occupy the places left vacant for us. We can only wish that our successors do as well as we did. Modesty forbids us to sav more. 4 $• °i 18 T II E P A L E S T li A Sept. 7. Sept. 13. Sept. 21. Sept. 27-30. Oct. 14. Nov. 10. Nov. ?. Nov. 23. Dec. 17. Jan. 3. Jan. 5. njiluiutore R. E. Coghlan, Pres. School starts as usual. Only one-half of last year’s class present on the opening day. The others, most likely, are whiling the happy hours away in blissful idleness. Hay Day. A bright light illumined the College this morning with a roseate lustre. Upon investigation it was discovered that the aforesaid bright light was merely the reflection cast by the fiery-headed J. M. Hay. He has a hat but didn’t wear it. Coghlan emerges from the uncharted depths of Friday Harbor. He seems quite prosperous, displaying a package of Camels with reckless abandon. Hannan refuses to sleep at home, preferring to doze in Latin Class. Sophomore Class Banquet. A very formal and entirely filling affair was held in one of the best known Eating Emporiums. It was a seemingly endless succession of delicate morsels, served by deft hands and enjoyed by hungry Sophs. Neilan cut his mouth severely eating peas. Today one of the Class purloined a banner from the top of the Fine Arts Building, bearing the inscription P. I.” or “19.” Afterwards it was found to be the Freshman Class Banner. We now have it locked securely in the Sophomore Trophy Room. The Scribe and J. M. Hay play on College Football team. The Scribe stars. The Athletic Editor refuses to publish this. Well, Charity begins at home. Thanksgiving Holidays. We are thankful. Hannan takes Class to the Orphcum. Sophomore Class stages the “Fairy’s Judgment” in the College Auditorium. J. M. Hay wins imperishable fame as an impersonator of the gentler sex. Hannan as the Spaniard was very greasy and his accent smacked of tortillas. Neilan was a very winsome and charming hero. Coghlan was a typical “heavy,” rolling his “i”s and everything. The rest of the class performed in a most acceptable manner. Back again after a few short, joyous hours of carefree happiness. James M. (Fain) indulges in snowballing with the underclassmen, much to the vexation of his sedate fellow-Sophs. SEATTLE CO I, LEGE ANNUAL 19 Jan. 25. Feb. 3. Feb. 17. Mar. 12. Mar. 15. Mar. 22. April 19. May 9. May 17. May 27. Mid-Year Exams. Results—(deleted by Censor). Sophomore Class gathers at Hannan’s home to sing, eat his sandwiches, and give the family a rare treat of having their boy home for an entire evening. All the members hand in their Latin Composition to Father Durgan. The Freshmen can’t seem to profit by our example, much to the disapproval of the aforesaid Father Durgan. One of our members leaves school, having found the idea that he had chased after, and having captured the elusive Dame Knowledge. Coghlan joins the circle of select mathematicians by answering a question in Analytics this morning. One-third of the class absent today. We hear that they attended the Orpheum in a body. Class decides on having class-pins made. Treasurer visits the leading jewelers and procures bids for same. Easter Holidays. Two-thirds of our number go camping at a little place called Franklin. Fine time reported. Elocution Contest. The writer listened to some, and managed to sit through the entire act. “Virtus in arduis” is a good motto. We arc all studying hard, even Neilan. Sophomore Class Picnic was held today. A very enjoyable time was had at the expense of no one. The members indulged in swimming and croquet. To conclude, we wish to make it understood that though our class is not the largest in the College, it is easily the foremost when there is a question of intellects. It also leads in all school activities and we hope sincerely that our successors may learn to imitate us in physical and mental achievements, where we have reigned supreme. 20 T II K PA LESTRA Jfrrshntan WE began this, our initial year of College life, with the full determination that we were to set a pace that every succeeding Freshman Class would find it difficult to maintain. And in this we have succeeded. As the Sophomores have well noted to their intense chagrin we have, by sheer pluck and endurance, established our name. On the gridiron and diamond. in the class room and on the platform the banner of the Class of ‘19 has ever floated aloft, and every effort of the members of our band has been crowned with success. With one exception vc have remained intact throughout the whole year. Ray Oulette was the deserter who left our present company to take up his abode in the wilds of Detroit. However, his place was immediately taken by Baillargeon, who came to us from St. Martins, Lacey. “Babe” McAtcer has at times been called the “sleeping beauty,” but any one who knows the ardent love he has for Greek and Latin will never believe that “Babe” sleeps. We shall never lack news as long as “Babe” carries a copy of the “Wireless.” His scatmate is none other than the incomparable Billy Long. Every one knows Billy. If you don't just step out on the campus and watch him marshalling his team in the Not n League. Believe me, as Cicero says, Billy is some pitcher. And he is more than that, he is an orator, a poet, and a politician. Speaking of pitchers, have you ever seen Fred Schram in action? He is not always in action, so you must watch your chance. It is surely a fine sight to see him in the box. O, come and see. We almost forgot to say that Jimmie McIntyre is with us. Yes, sir, the great Jimmie who plays on the Baseball team, who plays a corner in the orchestra, who plays in Class and elsewhere. Now it would not be right to expose Jimmie’s abilities in the social sphere, so we shall pass on. Here comes Gerald Morris, who is the Class soothsayer, prophet and whatnot. Gerald SKATTLK COLLKGK A XX CAL 21 argues all the time and seems to think he is right but to no avail. Tom Rattigan will never stand for his proofs. Gerald has peculiar views of the value of Greek,—some one said that they were similar to those held by one “Babe” McAtccr. But to return to Tom Rattigan. Tom is President of the Agathon Fraternity, a mysterious secret society which has quarters on the second floor of the Administration Building. It is the only Fiat of its kind west of the Mississippi. Its paraphernalia consists of—well, all we shall say is that the Pilgrim’s Progress and Aesop’s Fables are to be found in the Library. Well, as we were saying, Tom is responsible for it all. But moreover he is Business -Manager of the Palestra. The other business head of the Year Book is a member of Freshmen, Maurice Sullivan, Maurice has just invested in a new pair of glasses, and is trying to look intellectual. 'Flic aforesaid glasses do help, we have noticed. Another member of the clan of Sullivan who dwells in our midst is Leo, the class president. Leo is a pedestrian, Leo is large of brain and body, and genial of soul—and thus has endeared himself to all. Let the Class of ’19 march on to victory. We yield to none and always try to lead in whatever is taking place. And now, dear reader, farewell. I THE DAYS OF MAN I struck the steel upon the flint And nothingness soon claimed the glint; I struck a match upon the wall, It flashed and vanished—that was all. And so it seems with men and mice, All vanish hence but in a trice— However neat this simile. It doesn’t work by electricity. Robert J. Neilan, ’18. 22 T II E P A L E S T li A “PEACE ON EARTH” Full nineteen hundred years ago, Near Bethlehem's humble site, A Child was born, and was proclaimed By angels through the night. With joy they sang “Hosanna!” “On earth be peace to men!” Their hymn was echoed far and wide Thro’ lowland, glade, and glen. And hearing, hearts were gladdened, And uttered songs of praise To Christ the King and Saviour, Who brightened weary ways. But now, ’mid Culture’s boasted pomp, We know that peace has fled : And sec on Europe’s bloody fields Great mounds of ghastly dead. The widow’s sob in vain is heard, 'Phe orphan’s cry is hush’d, Whilst Death and Hunger stalk abroad To satisfy men’s lust. Alas! those tidings seem forgot. Which came at Jesus’ birth; “Hosanna in excclsis”, “And peace to men on earth.” A message have those angels brought For cv’ry heart to know, That Christ, the Giver of all good, Will grant us Peace below. Oh! let us ask the promised gift. Oh! let us beg again; And we shall know through blessed peace Our prayer was not in vain. Come! let us seek the Infant’s crib, And beg his help once more, That Love which brought Him down on earth May end this bloody war. George Batllargeon, ’19. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 23 iEtljira nf War THE “man on the street” will tell you that war is a disgrace to civilization. Perhaps it is. In the minds of nearly all it excites horror. Nowadays “the proud pomp and circumstance” of it is seldom alluded to. Men have come to look upon deadly strife as an evil. The atrocities of it, poets have lamented over pathetically, in rhythmic cadences. According to some of their predictions the future has in store for our befretted race a blessed time of permanent peace: mankind’s common sense, its increased largeness of view, the public conscience and the world’s statesmanship must one day elaborate an universal peace-pact,—and that binding agreement shall be more lasting than a monument of bronze. Meanwhile eleven different peoples are patriotically slaughtering one another in the European shambles. Thus are men unceremoniously undeceived, made to realize the inadvisability of changing their swords into ploughshares. However mighty the pen, disputes will most likely continue to be settled by the arbitrament of the “shotted gun”. Philosophers, politicians, thinkers of high and low degree, have all reasoned out pretentious schemes for the suppression of war. Some have condemned an appeal to arms as intrinsically immoral. Others of opinions less radical would nevertheless maintain peace at any cost. Hut a judgment as to war’s why and wherefore we can hardly trust to poetic dreams and political speculations. “Cuique in sua arte credcndum”. To the moralist, to the moral philosopher rather, must we have recourse for a final decision. Nobody can pronounce war intrinsically wrong without giving proof of defective judgment. A right,—viz., that in virtue of which a person calls anything his own,—and the obligation all others arc under to respect it, arc correlative. Coercion of some kind, therefore, is intrinsic to a right. Neither must that coercion be limited to moral suasion. Because “man calls himself his own”, Rickaby writes, “and calls his powers his own, and they are his own by the very fact of his calling them so by a natural act. And as justice is to give to another his own, others are bound in justice to leave him free to dispose of himself and his powers, at least within certain limits. Hut this would be for man a barren freedom, were he not empowered to lay hold of and make his own some things, nay many things, outside of himself, for man is not self-sufficient, but has many natural necessities. Hut the power to lay hold of and make some things his own would be futile and derisive without the right to forcibly debar others therefrom. Perfect rights, therefore, viz., those that arc backed up by law, natural or positive, may be vindicated by physical force. Wherefore, according to civil or canon law, one is allowed to repel force by force with the moderation of a blameless defence. That doctrine exactly coincides with and is fully justified by universal practice. Now, what is here said of the private citizen, may be said of the portion of the state: clearly, the corporate rights of the one may be. defended bv violent means with as much justice as the individual rights of the other. War is purely an instance of self-defense on a grand scale, and self-defense even when offered merely to repel a personal attack may go to the extreme of bloodshed in a proportionately serious cause. The killing we suppose to be indirect, although Card, dc Lugo and others justify direct killing. Whether or not homicide may be intended directly as a means of defense, moralists have been unable to decide. That is one of their nu- 24 T II E V A L K S T H A merous controversies. But the principle of indirect killing: is one which the police officer applies on his beat, the traveler on a highway, and the statesman in his cabinet. It merely signifies the stopping of a transgressor in his violation of a right sanctioned by the natural law. Civil governments, therefore, ethics invest with the faculty to resist an unjust attack on the part of any foreign power. The justice here referred to, however, is neither distributive nor retributive nor retrospective nor vindictive. War is waged between equals only, i. e., states are on a footing of equality, at least to the extent of being mutually independent. It is within the province of no country, therefore, to wreak vengeance on another. Punitive expeditions, as we call them, can be lawfully undertaken no otherwise than by a legitimate government against its own subjects in revolt. Rebels have no belligerent rights. Against them alone may the rigors of vindictive justice be exercised. The state, therefore, possesses the moral competency to vindicate its rights by physical force, and what’s more to do so on its own initiative. When the relations between two governments arc “strained”, as diplomats express it, and no compromise agreeable to both can be brought about, there is no tribunal of last resort to adjudicate or settle the contention. In such cases, the final argument is an appeal to arms. Such an appeal, moreover, may Ik- not only a right, but even a duty in the strictest sense. What is the scope and intrinsic aim of civil government? Is it not the temporal welfare of the citizens as citizens, or as Suarez puts it, “the natural happiness of the perfect human community, whereof the civil legislature has the care and the happiness of individuals as they arc members of such a community?” Consequently, that good which citizens as such may lay claim to, in their social and political capacity, the state is rigorously obliged to secure, protect, guarantee and safeguard. Only one idea here remains to lx insisted on, viz., the absolute immutability of primary moral principles. Their meaning nothing can adjust to the requirements of utilitarianism as expediency. One and the same set of laws binds people and individuals, the great and the lowly, statesmen and private citizens. The safest code by which to regulate quarrels among the nations of the world is the commandments of God. Of course no drollery can in any wise approach the humor of present day international ethics. Listen to the pragmatic announcement of 0:1c distinguished oracle, whose renown the world has been celebrating for nearly a twelve-month. “Might”, he writes, “is at once the supreme right, and the dispute as to what is right, the arbitrament of war decides.” Of course, it decides nothing of the kind. “War”, he continues, —and the man seems to take himself quite seriously,- -“war gives a biological just decision, since its decision rests on the very nature of things.” Biologically, it is in the nature of things that a murdered man should stay dead. But it is likewise in the nature of things that the fifth commandment should continue after the dead man’s demise, to retain the totality of its binding force. In the opinion of grand juries the murdered should be looked upon as furnishing anything like a fair sample of biological justice. Again, by itself, assassination gives the murderer no right, for instance, to his victim’s property. It changes nothing in the matter of principles or of rights, not even in the case of those who throne on the seats of the mighty. To them, no les than to the commonest plebeian, applies the command: “Thou slialt not steal.” “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s goods”. Moses never intended that the Decalogue should be a perfectible rough draft, a species of protocol thatwould be leisurely codified, as occasion might require, in international courts. A good deal of the confusion about ethics in warfare one may trace to the leviathan a vl SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 25 the social contract. In both systems, the state becomes a sort of deity, an aggregated idol or collective monster. To that new divinity, mankind is called upon to offer undivided homage. Here we have the cult of the state. Great men, viz., the leaders, who arc to disport themselves at everybody elsc’s expense, and the plebeians, nature’s misfits and botches, must all sweat and bleed for the state’s advancement. Naturally from such bewildering premises, we may deduct strange conclusions about war. But the abstruse speculations of Hobbes and Rousseau and the teachings of Catholicism are incompatible; theirs is a comfortless creed, a philosophy which conflicts with the consoling truths that buoy men up in their struggle to merely live, a system halting, narrow and shortsighted that seems to overlook or ignore man’s brotherhood and thr fatherhood of God. J. McKenna, ’15. CLOUDLAND Those fathomless depths of sky so blue, So near, so far, so fair to view. Were made by Him, whose power they show, Were made by Him for me and you; And they His handiwork declare, And to His greatness witness bear.— Thus human minds tho much they dare, Can never pierce those depths so fair. N. T II E P A L E S T U A 26 “3ltt ttie at 3lholfi” THE clammy quietude was unshattered save for the muffled “crunch, crunch, crunch” of a pair of swiftly propelled snowshoes that were unwaveringly kept to the north. The undulating surface of Nature’s purest mantle was unbroken, unsullied, except where some desolate pine drooped its snow-decked shoulders in silent depression, and the whole gigantic perpetuity of white was bounded on every side by a grey, sullen horizon. And the snowshoes seemed propelled as tho some extraordinary motive spurred on the man that resolutely set his face to the chilling North. The occasional sighing groan of some idly wandering wind, Hie pale deathly blue of the Arctic sky seemed but to lighten his heart and hasten his footsteps, for now and then from his throat came a husky version of a French love song. He laughed and sang all the way along his weary trail. He was happy. But how could a man be happy in this desert waste—alone—with only the sound of his own voice to break the awful monotony of an eternal stillness? For twenty years Andre Dclac, the voyageur, had been in love. Not the artificial, shifting regard which is styled love in some higher society, but the steady, unending desire for one woman. Only she. They had been together, as children, in France. There, as boy and girl, they had spent life’s verdant, joyous springtime in that land of light hearts and smiling faces. It was there he had put the crudely fashioned ring of yellow grass upon her finger, with the boyishly earnest declaration that tho he lived a hundred years he would love her just the same. And she, his little girl, Jeanne, with cheeks as brilliant as a sun-kissed cherry, shyly at first, but with an unmistakable sense of certainty, vowed to be ever true. It had been but a childish fancy; but to Andre Dclac it was the foundation of his most precious Idol—Love. As he thought thus there would come into his eyes the faintly warm glow of the untroubled heart and his face unconsciously softened to the gentle insistence of childhood’s pleasant memories. Then, as a young man, he had left for America in search of love’s most essential assistant —wealth. Into the North he made his way; working when the opportunity presented itself. In two years he had saved enough to pay the passage of Jeanne and her father to Nome. From Nome to Illyuk they had followed a small team of six dogs, guided by an Indian who seemed stoically immune to the cold. There, in that little village, far from the touch or call of civilization, she made her home. His Idol of Love grew and grew, and often as they wandered together thru the shady depths of the forest or aimlessly along the river’s rugged bank, the aesthetic in them revolting at Nature’s wildly artistic moulding, he told her of his dreams, some strange—others impossible; but all centered about her, and the sun of Love’s bright summer dispelled every encroaching shadow. Six years ago he had left to begin the quest of the “stake” that was to carry them out into the land of sunshine and flowers, away from the frigid clutch of the “Land of Snows.” That “stake” to Andre Dclac meant the beginning of a new life—a period of sequestered joys that should drive from his heart forever the call of the voyageur. He had left her amid one of the wildest storms that ever ravaged the North. Down the mad, tumultous Yukon he sped on one ‘27 S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A iV N U A L of those raftlike makeshift steamers that ply between the few lonely windswept villages. There had been a wreck. His boat had crashed upon one of the many hidden rocks, which render that great Arctic river so dangerous to navigation. It was crumbled and was crushed like an egg thrown with youthful accuracy against the stalwart opposition of a cement wall. Out of the chaos that followed he drifted half-dead, wholly helpless, clinging to a bit of drift-wood which chance had directed into his desperately seeking fingers. At a point farther down the river he was rescued by two taciturn Indians, who by dint of ceaseless labor, and knowing hands, finally fanned anew the flame of life, which had dangerously smouldered within him. Apparently he alone, of all that happy, gold-seeking band of men, that had embarked upon the steamer, was saved. He had written to her during his convalescence—once; for in the North, where mails are slow and uncertain, and fingers crooked and gnarled with toil do not readily grasp the pen, writing is an uncommon practice. Six years he had labored; not the petty, irregular work of one who strives merely to gain enough to keep himself in existence, hut the feverish, furious toil of a man who is putting his very heart into the struggle. And always in his mind remained the picture of his Jeanne— and always rang in his ears, “I'll be true to you, Andre, tho I have to wait forever.” It was true his Idol of wealth had been shattered; but he had made enough that he might start his home and then—but he would find a way. Most of all, lie was coming home to her and so he was happy. Into the dark shadowy forest he plunged—up the steep hill, struggling along with a heart that beat faster with each succeeding step. The sun, finally beaten back in its daily battle with the shadows, began slowly to recede into a nest woven of its own golden beams, and the shadow of Andre Dclac began to lengthen and grow dim. Still he trudged on and on with no sign of abating. Far off in the purpling gloom a star emerged. Another! No—it was the first of the few lights that dimly twinkled out from the village of Illyuk. Unconsciously he increased his pace until now he fairly leaped along. His dream of six long, weary years was soon to be realized. Yes, he had labored long in the desert wastes and now—to the victor belonged the spoils. The town had been reached. Past the simple, unobtrusive little Catholic Church, that stood as a barrier against the iniquities of the outside civilization, he made his way. At last he reached the saloon and, recognizing the face of an old friend, entered. 'File place was hot. Clouds of blue smoke drifted lazily up from the bowls of a score of pipes, blackened by constant usage, and melted into the golden colored, madly leaping Hatnes of the great fireplace. He looked at the man he knew so well, but received in return only the casual, disinterested glance such as is given to the countless, drifting bands of miners that passed through every day. Finally, walking up to him, he touched him lightly on the shoulder and said: “It is I—Andre Dclac, don’t you remember?” In the other’s eyes came the light of subdued anger, as to one being rudely awakened in the midst of a pleasant dream; followed by a cursory glance of mistrust—“Dclac was drowned six years ago,” he answered shortly, half-turning as if to resume his fragrant smoke. 'Flic other’s fingers tightened on his sleeves and swiftly he told him his story. “Andre!—my old friend!,” into the other’s eyes at last came the glad light of the believer. “Come, let us drink once together and we’ll tell what has happened since we said ‘good-bye’ last.” 28 THE PALESTRA Seated at a roughly hewn table, over their half-forgotten drinks, they exchanged reminiscences. “And Pierre Monet—you remember Andre—Little Pierre who used to play the banjo—he died last fall, consumption I guess.” The newcomer’s eyes filled with quick compassion; “Ah, dat’s bad,” lie murmured slowly, “he was nice young fellah.” In silence they lit their pipes and, as though by mutual agreement, raised the half-forgotten glasses to dry lips. “ And Tommie LaLonde, he went out to the ‘States.’ ” “Ych,” the other’s eyes bespoke lagging interest, “tired of prospectin’ I guess?” “Um huh,” his friend went on, half unconscious of the question, “An’ Francois Panton lie’s married.” “Huh!” the voyageur was fully interested now, “dat’s fine—good—good. Where does he live? I’ll say ‘hello’ when I pass by. Second house to de left? Good! Let’s have a drink to Francois—Gud luck! By golly dat stuff’s hot—she burn all the way down. An' who did Francois marry?” Re-lighting his pipe carefully and sipping again at the drink the other shifted his posture and made a lazy reply, half-bored; “Oh that little girl that came over from France, little Jeanne —you know—she’s a fine------” But Dclac had risen, his face showing grey beneath the heavy growth of black, untrimmed beard. “No! No! Not the little Jeanne that lived on the point!” “Yeh—sure!” answered the other, “why? what’s the matter, man? You look sick.” “Oh nothin’.” the other strove to reply laconically. “Too much smoke—I guess. I’m go-in’ out, good night.” “Good-night. responded the other, puzzled at his friend’s haste, “why the- But the door slammed. Dclac had gone, into the night he rushed, his pulse wildly bounding, his heart threatening to rise up and choke him. “No! No!” he muttered in a half sobbing whine, “No! he lied! Around the corner to the left he made his way. There, faintly silhouetted against the snow, was the shadowy outline of the house. He stopped before the window that sends its ruddy streamer of light dancing waver ingly, hazily here and there, spirit-like amid the dusk. He moves closer and looks. Seated in a chair near the broad-mouthed fireplace, sat a woman—it was Jeanne—his Jeanne. In her arms she held a year-old babe. While just bevond. in quiet retrospection, reposed the figure of a man. Francois Banton!—her husband! His blood, which had flowed warm and joyous, slowly chilled like a swimmer who, having ventured too far out from shore, feels the dcadeningly sluggish advance of the cold and gradually relaxes to sink slowly down into that dark green oblivion which closes over his hcad- -gho$tily gurgles and is still. And his great frame shook like that of the giant fir that stood on the edge of the canyon when, being roughly touched by the cruel blizzard, first murmurs in gentle remonstrance, then quivers in abject fear. And so now he stood there alone beneath the myriad of cold, glittering stars that twinkled in a sort of ghoulish derision at his silent sorrow. “Mon Dleu,” he brokenly muttered at last. “Six years I work—for dis.” Then cautiously, lest he disturb that quiet peaceful scene, he retreated backwards, very slowly. T he cold which entered everybody, every living animal and rendered them insensible to feeling. only accentuated that dull, hurting pain in his heart. His whole body, which had been the S E A T T I. E COLLEGE ANNUAL 29 perfect personification of a vigorous active manhood, now slumped along; a wreck on lifes sea of hope. Up to the canyon where the great lonesome fir extended its arms to him with a sigh of compassion, as only a real, true friend can sigh, he slowly, aimlessly made his way. Here he stopped and turned for one last look. t All was peaceful and still, as though the whole of nature was watching him with hated breath. The house still stood shadowy and silent against the snow. 1 he light still wavered mistily out from the window, but the light of his greatest desire had vanished into the gloomy shadows of disappointment. Then, pointing his arms to the wildly fantastic Aurora that blazed above him, he began in a cold hard voice, as though pronouncing a curse, “And so this is the North—the land of wealth. This is the land of strong men, and true. The land of realized dreams. Bah! It is the land of disappointment. My Idol, of Wealth I sought and built in my mind—it is shattered. And my Idol of Love, which to me was more than anything, everything else—it is shattered. I will go back to my France, my land of sunshine and laughter. It beckons and calls—I will answer. So you sneer and laugh—so. Begone! To me you are forever the “LAND OF SHA 1 I LRKD IDOLS.’ R. E. Cooni.an’, ’IS. REV. A. J. COl'DEYRK, S. .1. REV. HENRY A. GAHRIKL, S. J. A FACULTY GROUP REV. F. .1. H1RKE. S. J. REV. S. M. FI LIPPI, S. .1. S E A T T , E C O Jj L E G E A X X U A L .‘51 HJark ©main SOME one has said: “A man must be dead before the general public will appreciate his worth.” Now there is some logic in this assertion. The most noble and zealous states- men and defenders of the American republic were men whose administration and achievements were in their time the basis of the most severe criticism. Today their memory is engraved in golden letters in the hearts of our citizens. Hut the truth of the assertion is still more evident when applied to our leaders in the literary world. While Mr. Clemens’ ability as a humorist was recognized years ago, yet it is not till after his death that due recognition has been given him and that our admiration for him has multiplied. Samuel Langhorne Clemens was born November 30, 1835, at Florida, Missouri; but his parents removed shortly afterwards to Hannibal, Missouri, a small town on the Mississippi, where most of the humorist’s boyhood was spent. His mother was one of the earliest, prettiest and brightest of many belles who have given Kentucky an enviable reputation as a nursery of fair women, and her vivacity and wit left no doubt in the minds of her friends concerning the source of her son’s genius. His father, an austere and singularly upright man, died bankrupt when the lad was twelve years old, and the boy had hereafter to make what scramble he could for an education. He got very little learning in school, but. like Franklin, in whom the impulse was native, he turned to the local printing office for some of the education from which he had been cut off. After working in the leading newspaper offices from the Pacific to the Atlantic, he tried his fortune at a new vocation. Piloting on the Mississippi offered a special fascination for Clemens. Of this period of his life he has left us a full account in the delightful series of papers, “Piloting On the Mississippi.” The growth of the railroads and the outbreak of the Civil War put an end to profitable piloting, and at twenty-four he was again in search of new fields of labor. He listened for a moment to the loudly calling sound of the drum, and he was actually in camp for three weeks on the Confederate side. Hut the organized force to which lie belonged was disbanded and he finally did not go “with his section,” either in sentiment or in fact. Mr. Clemens next tried his luck at mining, but he did not seem to possess much of a Midas touch. After his failure as a miner had become evident, even to himself, he accepted a position as local editor on the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise. It was here that he first used his pseudonym “Mark Twain,” which, according to some authorities, he borrowed from the vernacular of the river, when the man “heaving the lead” called out “mark twain” instead of “mark two.” Several years afterwards he entered the lecture field. Of these days there is full record, all his readers know, in “Roughing It.” In 1867 Mr. Clemens made the excursion to Europe and the East which he has commemorated in “Innocents Abroad. Shortly after his return he married and located at Huffalo, where he bought an interest in one of the city’s newspapers. Later he moved to Hartford, where he spent the remainder of his life. Thousands have wondered what the special charm of Mark Twain is. Can it be that he was different from any other author that ever lived? His marvelous sense of humor followed him to every place and shone forth in print with a brilliancy never dreamed of before. His humor is as irrepressible as Lincoln’s and bubbles forth on every occasion. Let me make this 32 T II K P A L K S T II A clear by a simple incident. Mr. Clemens was much troubled, according to his biographer, Henderson, by persons who imagined that they were his double. On receiving a letter from one of them, with a photograph enclosed, lie replied as follows: “My Dear Friend: Many thanks for your letter with the enclosed photograph. Your resemblance to ire is remarkable. In fact, to be perfectly honest, you look more like me than I look like myself. I was so impressed by this resemblance that I had your picture framed, and I now use it regularly in place of a mirror to shave bv. Yours gratefully, “S. L. Clemens.” His humor, universally accepted as the best, gave him great popularity not only in America but also in England. Many of his works have been translated into French, German, and Italian. Apart from the English, the Italians are perhaps the most enthusiastic about his writings. I'hus Signor Helazza says of him that he is not only the greatest humorist, but also that he is without a rival since the days of Cervantes and Shakespeare, with perhaps the sole exception of that eternal Jew, Henriech Heine. Hut. as Hrandcr Matthews says, “a humorist is often without honor in his own country.” The reason for this is rather obscure, yet the fact remains obvious. A humorist must hazard the risk of being tolerated as a mere triller, a shallow fun-maker, the Fool, playing with his bells and baubles for His Royal Highness, the Public,—and as such he is not to be taken seriously. Phis is often the penalty inflicted on the humorist, and Mark Twain had to pay the penalty. Many literati ignored him, deeming him an uncultured pedlar of crude puns, an uncouth jester. The critics, however, who discuss the merits of his wit and humor, say that Mr. Clemens docs not deserve such unfair treatment. They wax enthusiastic over him, call him a genius, and fervidly proclaim his parity to the great Spaniard who bade forth from his mind the immortal Don Quixote, 'i'hrough his writings we behold Mark Twain as the true friend of all humanity, bubbling over with glad humor and friendliness, laughing merrily over the absurdities and incongruities he encounters in the world, and gently caviling at its miseries. He is a sincere observer of life in which he finds such mixture of joy and sorrow that his heart goes out in sympathy to all men. Hut Mark Twain has a serious side. When he gave Joan of Arc to the world he clearly demonstrated that, had he chosen, he might easily have become one of the great masters of English prose. Joan of Arc, probably his one serious work, historically accurate and sympathetically phrased, betrays that Mr. Clemens could handle a reverent subject in a reverent manner. Although full credit is not given to the part played by the angelic voices in determining Joan’s future, yet the author cannot be blamed for this. He wrote as he understood, and did not imprudently venture beyond his ken. When we consider this little appreciation of the Maid of Orleans, with its combination of sympathy, poetic feeling and genuine appreciation of tlie noble and the great, we have but one regret—that Mark Twain has not written more of the serious. In his characters we hear the man speak; his broad, sincere, and genial self is ever peeping out from the printed page, giving to the creatures of his fancy the appealing qualities of naturalness and sympathy. While Mark Twain lived he was held dear by an extended circle of friends and admirers. “We think of Mark Twain not as of other celebrities, but as the man we knew and loved,” said Henry Van Dyke in his Memorial Address. “We remember the realities which made his life, while we admire the strong and natural manhood that was in him, the depth and tenderness of his affections, his laughing enmity to all shams and pretences, his long and faithful witness to honesty and fair dealing.’’ The death of Mark Twain removed S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 88 a noble figure and a great power for good from the literary circles of the United States. It has been common in this country and abroad to speak of Mark Twain as the American humorist. Because of the grace and inoffensiveness which mark his dclincativc work, his writings possess an enduring quality, and they will continue to be read with increasing interest, pleasure and profit. For forty years his life progressed from one triumph to another and seemed most happy. Yet, despite his exquisite sense of humor, he had days of deepest depression and sorrow. When a petted child and a devoted wife were claimed by Death, when financial losses came to him, and finally when his youngest child was taken from him, his heart was no longer strong enough to bear these sorrowful losses and for a year and a half prior to his death he failed rapidly. While he labored in a sphere entirely his own, and engaged in literary work far different from that of Longfellow and Emerson and Holmes and Whitman, he has, we confidently believe, contributed no less enduringly to the prestige and brilliancy of American Letters. James M. Hay, ’18. DAWN Exultant, on the heels of fleeting night, The mellow rays of infant morn descend, And turn the purple vista first to gray, Then with the brighter pigments softly blend. The hills, recumbent in the arms of sleep, First view the smiling presence of the day That lifts the mists from off their rugged tops Where idling sunbeams irresponsive play. The thrush, awakened in his leafy nest, Pours forth his joy in ardent accents long, And joined bv others of the feathered choir, Makes glens resound with sweet entrancing song. The flowers uplift their slumber-droopen heads To sip the honeyed sweetness of the dew; All Nature, robed in Morning’s roseate light, New greets with joy the Day that’s born anew. R. Emmett Coghlan, ’18. T II E P A L E S T U A 34 “THE AWAKENING’' In the midst of fitful snoring, came a sound of distant roaring, And its din came simply pouring as it never had before, But it did not stop my napping, w ith its gentle, mystic tapping, Till it grew into a rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ 'Tis the wind,” I muttered mildly, “slapping at my chamber door.” “Only this and nothing more.” For I deemed it only jesting as if this my ire was testing, And 1 went on with my resting, spiced with pleasant dreams galore, But the wild insistent jangle, as a boiler-shop fandangle, All my visions rudely shattered, shattered to return no more; While my nerves were nearly tattered by this clamor on my door, By this irritating bore. So I rose from out mv huddle, with my senses in a muddle, As a straw-pile in a puddle; (Breathe it soft—I nearly swore). For it still was in December, and I want you to remember Mow it feels in early morning when your feet caress the floor, Yet 1 fain would stop the rapping still resounding on the door. This I would, and nothing more. “Are you routed?” someone shouted, as though they had really doubted; Do you think 1 only pouted? If you do—then think some more. “You are here in quest of knowledge, and it’s time to go to college, So make haste, or, by your lateness, you’ll be jugged for evermore.” Or if this does not impress you, forced to breakfast at the “STORE.” Here I shouted “Nevermore.” So with beating heart I hurried,—I'll admit that I was flurried,— 'Fill at length I nimbly scurried to my breakfast as of yore. Now I've promised that forever from my slumbers I will sever When I hear that first mild tapping, tapping at my chamber door. All of this I’ve promised truly—promised this for evermore. Only this and nothing more. Emmett Cocm..wr, ’18. T T A-- • SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 35 A (gljnstlij Jtok BILL and I are pretty good friends, that is, we were,—but now I am not so sure. You see it’s this way: I believed a little something was wrong with Bill. Nothing serious, you know, but something a little doctor’s care and a few months in the sanatarium would patch up. Why, one day he came up to me and actually asked me if I believed in ghosts. I, mind you, am noted for my general good sense in all matters. Well, I did not answer for a while, but just stared at him, thinking of the good times we used to have together. And then I sighed. “I do,” he continued, but still I stared. What a fine fellow he used to be, so fond of a good joke, and so full of fvin. “Why, do you know, that after passing from this stage of life, some people, who have had especially strong wills, can assume a transparent shape and reappear on earth ? Come, get your hat, and while we walk home I’ll tell you of a little experience of mine which has caused me to take this view of the question.” You may be sure that I did not relish the idea of walking home with him. He might grow desperate at any moment (you know they sometimes do), and then what would I do? But, on the other hand, some one had to see that he went home all right, and so I plucked up my courage. The night was dark. The wind howled mournfully through the trees and leaden clouds rolled across the sky. And I out alone with a lunatic! ‘‘I don’t blame you for not seeing things the way I do,” began Bill, “but if you had an experience like mine I am sure that you would change your mind. It was a night just like this. I was living in a small city called Tacoma. Father took ill suddenly and I was sent two miles to get a doctor. As I hurried along I saw a figure moving among the trees. With shaking knees and chattering teeth I turned to the right. A ghost stood at my elbow. I turned to flee, but collided with another dim and misty figure hovering in the rear. Terror-strick—” “What’s that among the trees?” I whispered, clutching Bill’s arm, as I saw distinctly a white shape appear among the trees. Possibly he was right about ghosts. Yes, he certainly was! For there stood a transparent body with long, outstretched arms. It neither moved nor spoke, but just stood there staring, not at us, but in the opposite direction. Even in my terror I noticed that it had a large, round head, and from that head came smoke and flame. “Why, to be sure,” said Bill, rather calmly, “there’s one there. I’ll tell you what to do. Lets see if we can’t get that one and see what he’s like.” And thereupon he got down on his knees and started to creep towards the figure. I followed with a quaking heart. After going a few yards we stopped and held a council of war. “You played left end last year—here is your chance to show what you learned. Tackle him around the knees, hard now, and I’ll jump on his head when he’s down.” These were my instructions; so lowering my head and using all the tackling knowledge Mr...........had been able to drill into me, I tackled knee high. And then----! My head felt as if a million stars were shooting through it. It was sore. When I recovered from the shock, I looked around for Bill. He was in spasms of laughter. I was puzzled until I looked at the ghost. Yes, the ghost was a substantial-looking hitching post covered with a sheet, and surmounted with a Jack-’o-Lantcrn, which last had fallen on my head. My homeward walk was about as enjoyable as a funeral. Needless to say, Bill was not with me. And now you know the reason why it is that I am not so sure that Bill and I arc still good friends. Stephen Crowley, High School IV. T II E P A L E S T 11 A 36 I'lic tercentenary of Shakespeare’s death will be prolific of much literature on the Bard of Stratford-on-Avon. Text-books and periodicals arc already teeming with appreciations of his drama and poetry. The celebration will afford ample opportunity to lovers and teachers of literature to urge the need of the restoration of the drama to its honorable place. Such an occasion to awaken the public to the importance of good, wholesome plays and to the educational value of the theater if maintained on a high level of arts and morals is needed in our days. Many must express their regret that some of our great Shakespearean actors have made their farewell appearance on the stage and that some others for the lack of an appreciative audience have joined the ranks of the movie actors. An actor of national reputation, a very respectable man (and there are such on the stage) said one day that all modern art. in so far as lie knew it. resolved itself into dollars and cents. Art for art’s sake was dead, and commercialism, represented by the gate receipts, was supreme director and dictator. The actor and author is not primarily to blame for what is admittedly the low condition of popular literature and the present day drama. We get what we want. It is the old law of supply and demand. S E A T TI: K C () L L E G E A N X U A L 37 � (Courtesy of Si. Xicholas School) TII K I A L E S T It A 38 William idjatepear? THREE hundred years ago, on the twenty-third of April, died William Shakespeare, the best known of all modern poets. Homer, Dante and Shakespeare arc the greatest of the worlds great poets, and in the mind of English-speaking peoples Shakespeare is the greatest of these. And truly does he deserve the honor. For “Shakespeare,” says Dryden, “was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive smd. When this has been said hut little remains to be added. Shakespeare is, of all men, the truest interpreter of human nature, the perfect delineator of the passions and emotions. His writings have appealed to men of every age and land, to prince and to peasant; time has but served to enhance his reputation. And in the midst of our Twentieth Century culture, where the “reality of realism” is sought for to a disgusting degree, Shakespeare re mains preeminently our master, and his works arc still read, studied, and appreciated. For it was his pen that raised the English language to a new sphere of influence, and revealed it as a fitting instrument for the expression of human sentiment. William Shakespeare was born in 1564 at Stratford-on-Avon, a small town in Warwickshire, England, the son of John Shakespeare and Mary Arden. Save that he lived at Stratford, married and had children, wrote plays and produced them in London, and finally ended his days in prosperity in the town of his birth, little need be said of the private life of the Hard of Avon. We judge, however, from the writings of the men of that time, that Shakespeare was educated in the village school. Johnson says that he knew little of Latin or Greek. He must, nevertheless, have read numerous translations of the ancient authors,—for we find in his works frequent references to the traditions of the ancients; while even whole plays such as Pericles, Coriolanus, Julius Caesar, are based on historical facts. As the most essential part of his education, Shakespeare seems to have made close study of the habits and customs of every class of Society. He was above all else a student of the human heart. Of his earlier years Edward Dowdcn aptly says, “He was a scholar in love with the book of life.” And in another place, “Shakespeare used his private experience as a chink through which he saw the world. He observed himself and he observed the world, and each served to interpret the other.” This, coupled with his unfailing sympathetic treatment of his subjects, constitutes the secret of his masterful influence over the English-speaking world. The literary labors of this genius have been divided into several periods, extending in time from 1590 to 1610. It is curious to note the change from the gay to the grave which may be found in the succession of these plays. Nearly all his tragedies were written prior to 1608, and after his comedies, which end with the year 1603. It would seem that the soul of the playwright was mirrored in his productions, and that it were easy to determine at what period of life he felt its seriousness. Concerning his spiritual beliefs, however, Shakespeare tells us but little. He seldom openly betrays his inmost feelings. His allusions to religious and sacred subjects arc full of respect and reverence. Some say, and indeed with very good reason, that he was a Catholic. Several of his passages could certainly be attributed to a devout Catholic. For example, in Hamlet, he thus alludes to Christmas-tide: S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N X U A L 39 “Some say, that ever ’gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour’s birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike. No fain takes, no witch has power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time!” In Henry IV, he says of the Holy Land: “Those holy fields Over whose acres walked those Blessed Feet. Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailed For our advantage on the bitter Cross.” A strong argument in favor of his Catholicity is taken from this speech in Hamlet. It is akin to the Catholic concept of Purgatory: “I am thy father’s spirit, Confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burned and purged away.” Whatever his belief may have been, he certainly offends no one in his writings. “That he was a Christian,” says l)e Vere, “no one who appreciates his poetry can doubt; and it is certain that his religious tone has no sympathy with the sect or the conventicle.” This is evident in his many historical plays where he so often describes ecclesiastical personages. “He never,” continues I)e Vere, “treads on dangerous ground, nor drops a hint in sanction of that polemical tradition which grew in the courts of Elizabeth and James the First, and which, nearly to our own time, has indirectly transmitted itself through English literature.” It is a strange fact that such a genius came at the time most turbulent in the history of England. The so-called Protestant Reformation was then on in full swing. Protestantism has claimed that this rebellion helped to the Golden Age of Letters, and to the fame of Shakespeare. This claim is groundless. For at that period, the Protestant Reformation was in its infancy, and England was Catholic to the core. One has but to read the plays of Shakespeare to discover the thoroughly Catholic sentiment which permeates them all. Little is known of Shakespeare’s inner feelings. His plays are necessarily objective, and we cannot with certainty say that any of his lines is the message of his soul. He never betrays his own sentiments, or if he docs, it is so unconsciously that it is scarce perceptible. Perhaps it was Shakespeare himself crying out through the lines of Hamlet: “OGod! OGod! How stale, flat and unprofitable to me seem the uses of this world.” Perhaps,—and yet the sentence has been logically placed. We can imagine only a Hamlet despairing of finding good in a world of shattered ideals. Still, if we look more deeply into the soul of Shakespeare, the man. we could perchance find this very sentence echoed there. Perhaps he was at that stage of life when he realized the uselessness of struggling for happiness in this world, and saw the brevity and the meanness of a material life. It is certain that Shakespeare’s later plays arc more serious than the earlier productions of his pen. There is a graver vein in his characters and their speech has a more sinister meaning. We seem to read between 40 T II K I A L E S T U A the lines another application of their words. A time of sober reflection and meditation comes in every man’s life, and we may be certain that Shakespeare, genius though he was, passed through that period of sorrow and regret which is common to every son of Adam. Shakespeare is an interpreter of human life. The peculiar faculty he possessed of depicting characters in their truest colors, of bringing forth the inmost sentiments of the heart, of being as much at home in the hut of the woodsman as in the palace of the king, is his great gift. Others, perhaps, have excelled in the observance of the laws and technique of the drama, have observed the laws of the three unities, have avoided the vulgar pun and the ribald jest, have unravelled their plots with much care—but none have approached this master of English in his sympathetic treatment of the human heart. For Shakespeare’s heroes arc human, and grip one from the start. They have their defects, their virtues ; they fall, they rise—and all this because they are the representations of every-day men. Only Shakespeare could have produced a Falstaft and a Hamlet, a Lady Macbeth and a Cordelia. Comedy and Tragedy, the gay and the grave —in each is Shakespeare equally at home. Although capable of rising to heights of sublime passion, our author viewed Nature with the eves of a child. And this is demonstrated in his Songs and Sonnets, masterpieces too often neglected by true lovers of poetry. While it is true, as Mr. Morton Luce aptly remarks, that we do not see Shakespeare at his best in these, still they exhibit wonderful beauty. In them arc to be found Shakespeare’s “pictured phrase,” his subtle imagery, and the rich sweet music of his soul. This year will be given over to pay special honor to William Shakespeare. It marks the tercentenary of his death. European nations, it is true, will not, on account of the war, be able to pay him the honor that is his due; but even despite this terrible slaughter he will not be forgotten entirely, and men will pause in the strife to pay him a tribute. America will endeavor to compensate, by the magnificence of her celebrations, for the absence of European festive gatherings. Throughout the country pageants are being planned. Shakespeare’s plays are being rehearsed, and men are busy extolling his merits. The world has recognized the brilliancy of this gem that adorns the crown of English Literature; a gem that dazzles the understanding, a gem that is as rare as it is beautiful. It is with time that it appears even more brilliant and its value is more fully appreciated. We know that Shakespeare can never be forgotten. “This sovereign poet,” as Carlyle calls him, “with his seeing eye and perennial voice” has enshrined himself in the hearts of all true lovers of literature. His place is secure. 'Flic mighty productions of his pen arc the heritage of the world. He knew human nature and understood it as it has been given to few others to know and understand it. His messages were not for the people of his own time, but for those of ages to come. The tendency of our day is towards the sentimental, carnal novel. Much of the looseness in things moral may be traced to vicious reading. The newer Culture, with its leanings towards Oriental sensualism, is not too old to sit at the feet of this Master and learn. William Shakespeare, the master of English, the herald of high moral purpose, the teacher of ethical lessons, will lead us to a true appreciation of the great, the good, and the beautiful. George Baillargeon, ’19. 41 S E A T T L K C () L L E G E A N N U A L (An Address to the Students of Seattle College by Charles Moriarty, B. A., October 12, 1915.) PICTURE if you can the emotions of the discoverer of our country late in the afternoon of October 11, when he saw on the placid bosom of the Atlantic the little branch of thorn with berries on it as it drifted by the tiny craft which bore him toward the goal of his dreams. An emotion which must have electrified his being with new life and vigor, because it told him his quest had not been in vain. Through the long night he and his sailors watched for the first dim outlines of the new country, and when in the dawning of a new day they beheld the wooded shores of one of the Bahamas, with its wealth of gleaming wild flowers, and they heard the sweet caroling of the tropical birds, and breathed the soft winds laden with the perfume of the woods—their joy was complete. What a proud moment must it not have been when, arrayed in the gorgeous uniform of an Admiral, he stepped upon the shores of Guanahani. Was it not a moment to forget all else but the supreme EGO? For he had solved the mystery of the ages and had earned an imperishable memory. Nothing could dim the glory and the lustre of his name. Columbus, unlike the majority of mankind, even in the moment of his triumph remembered the One to Whom all things arc due, and casting himself down, he kissed the green earth and with an overflowing heart he chanted the “Tc Dcum Laudamus”; then rising erect and drawing his sword, he christened the land “San Salvador”. This act of complete submission to the Almighty by the great navigator is indeed pleasing to every Christian and one that can be profitably followed by us all. It is not my aim, however, in this talk to dwell on the historical narrative of the discovery of America, but rather to endeavor to impress you with the predominant characteristic of the Discoverer, a characteristic that must mark all men of genius—determination. The casual reader of history does not fully realize the disappointments and trials Columbus suffered before he set sail upon his hazardous journey. Few men could have persevered in the face of such obstacles as beset his way. After he had conceived the idea lie found few who were in sympathy with him. Finding no one in his native country to help him he journeyed to the Portuguese Court of King John and laid his plans before him, only to find that King John was an unscrupulous monarch who secured the maps to use in a private expedition. Needless to say it failed. Columbus, hearing of this, indignantly left the court, refusing all offers of the King to continue negotiations. Penniless, he set forth on foot from Lisbon. He found refuge in the Franciscan Convent of Palos. He told the good Friar of his plans and disappointments. The Friar, fired by the hope of a great discovery, promised to enlist the aid of the Spanish rulers. It was a stirring time in the history of Spain, and Columbus was doomed to another disappointment. The Moors were invading Spain and every effort of the monarch’s was directed towards their expulsion. They had neither time nor money to expend on the future glorification of Spain,—the troubling question was how to conserve Spain. It was a sorrowful repulse for Columbus to have waited the weary months of the fall of 1486 for a hearing, only to sec his glowing words fall on idle ears, and in the end to be refused. He enlisted the aid of the Grand Cardinal of Spain, only to again suffer a bitter disappointment. Columbus then decided to go to Paris to sec the King, who had asked him thither. Hut the good Friar, firmly 42 TII K P A L E S T li A convinced of the soundness of Columbus’s views and resolving that the glory within the grasp of the country should not be lost to her, secured a personal interview with the Spanish ruler for Columbus, but after a favorable reception he was refused aid because the King wished too great a recompense than was reasonable, and Columbus would not grant it. Columbus, weary and nearly heartbroken, passed from the royal presence, and mounting his mule, resolved that he would go to France without further loss of time. In the dimming light of the afternoon of the day of his departure he was overtaken by a messenger of the court who bore the news that they desired him to return and prepare for the expedition. Columbus hesitated, for his heart was sorely laden with his many disappointments. Was this to be another? We all know what followed, but do we realize the difficulties that attended the splendid achievement? The long, weary days of the voyage filled the crew with a dread that is indescribable; the dreary sameness of the landscape made them sullen and morose; and they thought of doing away with their leader, but they feared to attempt it, knowing his indomitable courage. Must it not have been trying on the great navigator when he realized that he was fighting against fearful odds, with but the barest chance of success. We Americans who love courage and daring must accord Columbus a high place of honour. We have the great leader and explorer, Robert Falcon Scott, as a man of iron courage and unfaltering determination. His story was on the lips of all when the news was borne out that death alone could conquer him, and that Rob Scott’s only failure was in his fight against the elements. We have marveled at the tales of our countrymen who have defied death itself with their daring, but none of these have outshone Columbus. He fought his battle alone, surrounded by treacherous subjects, and in the face of stupendous difficulties persevered to success. If we learn any lesson from Columbus it should be the lesson of Determination. Today in the world there are many continents to be reached. That continent we find in ourselves. It is uncharted as America was in the days of Columbus; and ofttimes we will be in mutinous company when we start upon our voyage towards it; many difficulties will beset the preparations for the voyage. Rut wc must, like Columbus, persevere. Some will never reach their continents, but they will trace their failures to themselves. They will lack the one essential requisite, Determination. Rut we will seek the continent, and our finding of it will be success. We will not aim at it from mere mercenary motives, but we will set out to accomplish our task from higher motives and our three ships will he called Pluck, Grit, and Determination. Men of this calibre are the crying need of this country. We have too many weak-kneed men today, and the great statesmen deplore the fact. Why arc our streets filled each year with human derelicts ? Why? Many of them have not lacked opportunity. No, the real reason, when all excuses have been made, is that they lacked Columbus’s grand characteristic of Determination. Ofttimes the skies will be dark and gloomy as wc journey westward and the evening star will be dim, but even then wc can learn a les;on from Columbus. In every trial and tribulation lie placed his trust in Divine Providence; each sorrow he confided to the Healer of all ills,—and we sec that his supplications were heard. Columbus is truly a great man, but his greatness lies in these wonderful qualities of mind and soul. The world is growing weary of the deceit and fraud that is prevalent, and it no longer worships at the thrones of gifted profligates. The true man is a man like Columbus who combines the rare quality of piety with everyday life. It is hard to do so, but nothing is easier, for the things we cherish arc the things we will suffer for. It therefore behooves every American, and especially every Catholic to make Columbus his exemplar, to incorporate his practices into his daily routine, and to try to become like unto S E A T r L E C () I, L E G E A X X U A L 48 him,—never forgetting, however, his dominant characteristic, Determination, for it is this trait which will bring to us success or failure. We must never falter or fail in our duty, but wc must press on in the face of fearful odds, and even when all seems lost—redouble our efforts. It is only by this that wc can win the coveted positions in the quieter walks of life. To be pointed to as a representative citizen. Let us have, if I may say it, a determined piety and be the men who play the game, and who arc immortalized by the pen of Herbert Kauffman. For they ask and make no compromise. They aim at the game and not at the fame. They struggle and toil; and resist and persist . . . they persevere until they make good,—but they play according to fixed and set rules . . . they take no trick by trickery. They refuse victory at the price of dishonour. They prefer defeat to a smirched success. Obstacles arc expected pawns in their course . . . they expect “checkmates” of opposition as a legitimate percentage to be reckoned with . . . they neither bear nor wear a price. Therefore they choose to win or lose by virtue of clean hands. They arc players of the game, the universal Spartans, the alloys of Society . . . square of jaw and nature and shoulder . . . fearing con- science too much to fear men. They are of no caste. They arc born alike from loin of peasant and peer. Their fraternity is not of breed nor brawn, but of ambition. Duty is their mission, and its fulfilment their ultimate hope. They heed no voice that urges softer choice. They do not rest until they have stood the test. They wage for ages and not for wages. These arc the men wc admire, respect and love. These arc the men who paved the way for us and started the wheels of progress, who stormed the Arctics and fought the Tropics and made America what she is today—a nation without a peer. It was not done in a day nor in a year, and it was not easy; but back of it all is the basis of every grand achievement — Determination. Let us all try to be a little more Determined and make the land of Columbus even greater and better. Let us wage for the ages and stand the test. 44 T II K P A L K S T R A CASTLES IN SPAIN (Editor's Note: The following versos were found among J. Mitchell's manuscripts. When questioned as to its originality, the possessor of it simply replied that he had but a faint recollection of how the poem had become part of his collection. Those who are more intimately acquainted with J. Mitchell may be able to explain why lie should revel in such inspirations.) A hundred castles have I there, In sunny Spain. With massive walls and towers fair, And colors flung out in the air Without a stain. Sweet breezes from the southland blow, The mountain trees Sigh softly, and far down below The gulls go sailing to and fro Out o’er the seas. Then I am king of all that I survey; My lands extend Beyond each misty tinted peak, away Into that shadowy realm, where night and day Forever blend. How strange that I should be this king of kings, In dreamy reign, Building my castles, pond’ring over things, While gladsome Youth flits by on fairy wings, In sunny Spain. J. Mitchell, ’17. S E A T T I. E C () L L E G E A N N U A I. 45 Ultgljt nr lUgljt FROM the dawn of civilization economists have sought a solution to what they call the labor question. Few topics have been more keenly analyzed; none at all, perhaps, have profited less by discussion. As in ancient times, capital and labor today line up their forces in two hostile camps. Mutual animosity neither affects to disguise. Class hatred, agitators sedulously inculcate on the one hand, while greed, sordid and unsparing, develops apace on the other. Judged by the employer, labor figures as a market commodity merely, which it is a good business to secure at a minimum cost. From such a concept unexpected conclusions arc easily drawn, and from its application result all manner of troublesome happenings. In his turn, the man with the hoe has also begun to theorize, helping himself liberally to materials borrowed everywhere, from Hobbes, Marx, Rousseau and others of their ilk. What he calls capitalistic appropriation of a certain surplus value causes him infinite concern. The injustice of it, the wage-earner would rectify by appropriating the surplus value himself,—a plan to which employers arc opposed irreconcilably. Thus the deadlock between wealth and labor becomes hopeless. Apparently what both factions need most is a rational interpretation of the Seventh Commandment. With the Decalogue rightly understood, friendship might last abidingly between those two hereditary enemies, viz., the tyrannical man with the money and the rebellious man with the hoc. Meanwhile, the poor we have always with us, crime likewise and widespread degeneracy, and pauperism and kindred evils. All these political economy tinkers with variously and to little purpose. Whether the powers that be adopt protection or free trade, the poor continue to shiver in their rags, no statesman ever effects a multiplication of the loaves and fishes. Hungry mouths continue to go hungry, a few unfortunates are not fed at all and die, many arc underfed and die also, others yet survive in a way and vegetate, being nourished like Lazarus with the crumbs that fall from the rich man’s table. Nowadays, however, Lazarus refuses point blank to content himself with a dietary of crumbs. Wholesome food, an abundance of it, too, certain comforts and even a few luxuries Lazarus claims for himself, his consort and their cherished brood. Dives no longer enjoys an exclusive and undisputed right to the fat of the land. In fact, modern ways of thinking fit in less and less with the economic scheme of by-gone times. Caste is accommodating itself perforce to a quasi-fusion of classes. Society has been put under a strain by Lazarus, and that strain which has grown more and more tense of late, threatens to dislocate and disrupt the entire social fabric. Rapidity of communication, united to the enormous expansion of commerce, has brought the whole world into the keenest competition. Therefrom results a numerous train of evils for the toiling masses. Unquestionably the wage-earner has his grievances. That fact, even a superficial scrutiny into modern methods will establish beyond cavil. By whom arc the colossal fortunes of our money kinds accumulated, by which Solomon was eclipsed in his glory? Not by themselves, surely, as for the most part they are like the lilies,—they sow not, neither do they spin. But materials capitalists have to purchase at the market price; there can be no economizing in the up-kcep of machinery, nor in the construction of a plant; supposedly, the cost of transport can suffer no reduction either, rebates being forbidden by the State. As a consequence, any decrease that brings the cost of production below the normal must come out of the 4( T II K r A L K S T R A workman’s wages,—as it does frequently enough. Therefore, unless some restriction be put upon capitalist greed, the industrial world must become, to some extent at least, a huge sweat-shop. Modern toilers arc not of those who have eyes and sec not. In defending their rights they manifest a wide-awake alertness. Schooling of a certain kind besides, made more effective, perhaps, by the goad of acute wretchedness, has changed the clumsy fighting of former days into formidable well-organized strife. There is generalship to it, strategy and endless manoeuvering. Of course, capital and labor arc interdependent forces. Fundamentally their interests are common. What proves beneficial to the employer should likewise be advantageous to the worker. Both are necessary parts of that complicated mechanism called the industrial machine with the regular movement of which sabotage interferes occasionally. Neither, however, is satisfied with the other. Opposition of the bitterest kind, deadly animosity, one might say, exists between the two. Not altogether without a show of reason cither. Such a distribution of the world’s wealth as obtains under present-day conditions is a preposterous anomaly. Extreme individualism piles up fabulous fortunes, while poverty-stricken multitudes throng to the bread line. The strong exploit the weak and in the struggle, labor, unskilled labor especially, goes to the wall. Neither philanthropy, nor government action, r.or Socialism, nor the wisdom of political economists can bring about industrial tranquillity. One power alone is able to control selfishness, dispel ignorance, inculcate true wisdom and stay the hands of violence, viz., the power of Christ as made known through the saving medium of His commissioned representatives, and as efficiently exercised by Holy Mother Church. Therefrom results an industrial pitched battle, frequently disastrous to both contending factions. And no principle of justice is vindicated by the victory of either. The fight is purely and simply a trial of strength, no more reasonable than a border foray in feudal times or a drunken street brawl. Might wins out, not right. In some respects, it is a reversion to the law of the club, to the tooth-and-claw methods of the jungle. Whence we conclude, that in unraveling the multiplied complications of our labor tangle, political economy is perfectly impotent. To hold human passions in check is not of its province. Only a supernatural agency can cope with the seven deadly sins, which, in last analysis, are fundamentally efficient cause of industrial upheavals. Christianity alone can provide an adequate remedy for social disease, and today Christianity finds itself replaced by naturalism, a creed with the ethics of the stock ranch. Naturalism is the new revelation, modern literature teems with its putrid maxims; it is the philosophy of the degenerate, a cult the ethics of which have been crystallized into a Satanic decalogue. Both the classes and the masses have, to a great extent, apostatized from God: there is the labor question in a nutshell. It is a revolt against Christian teachings and against Christ Himself. It is a species of social canker superinduced by too violent a hankering after the flesh-pots. In times gone by, titled knaves, princes and king robbed the Clnirch, brazenly confiscated the patrimony of the poor, arrogated to themselves a legal title to their plunder, claiming as their own the broad acres which monasteries cultivated, held as a God-given trust for the indigent. Nowadays, other knaves lower down, knaves of the demagogue category, not a whit less avaricious than their princely prototypes and altogether as guilty, show in turn a disposition to rob the rich, bolstering up their pretensions with so-called scientific theories, and elaborating a moral system that sanctions falsehood and theft. Evil passions sway rich and poor. And without submission to the laws of God the struggle between labor and capital must be a fight to a finish. With avarice, egotism, created needs and a love of barbaric display on one side, and the improvidence of savages, chronic indolence and envious discontent on the other, the warring fac- S K A T T L K C () L L K G K A X X V A L 47 tions can hardly be expected to harmonize. Long ago “the submerged tenth” learned to realize how the principle that “MIGHT means RIGHT” may work like a two-edged sword; as a matter of fact, the might of numbers, that prevails by sheer weight and bulk, have begun to loom up large in the industrial conflict. And conflict it remains. T. Kohls, ’15. “THE SPECTRE” YVe were cramming Analytics T ill we fairly had hysterics, And our minds were filled with formulas galore; We would rack our brains and wonder When we made some simple blunder Why our prof, from out his head the gray hairs tore! In our dreams it comes to haunt us. With its “two-point form” to taunt us, Wreathed in curves we almost wish to crack in half ; And we’re thrown to “transccndcntals”, Tough as stern old Continentals, Till our keener inward senses feel the gaff. So let’s fling it in the ocean, Wet its leaves with Neptune’s lotion. May its “X’s” feed the fishes with the “Y’s”! And the “squares” and mystic “tables”. Its “abscissas” and such fables Kill the “Cissoid”, finny animals, with sighs! E. Coch i.an', ’18. 48 TII E P A L E S T R A Iranis MY BROTHER-IN-LAW, being a dog fancier, insisted that we keep a dog. He said that it was not safe for us to live without one, when there was not a man in the house. It was he who presented me with Beans, and against my will at that. I had once kept a dog, but he was too much trouble and I did not wish to increase my worries, since I had enough at school. The animal I had before was a large, rough-coated, clumsy half-breed—a cross between a Bull and a Newfoundland. When angry he was a vicious brute that would attack anyone. But he met his equal one day. It was a glorious fight, and he fought until he dropped. And now for Beans. After further discussion, I was persuaded that I did not know what was best for me, and to settle the argument Beans became mv property. When he first came to the house I did not go near him, but after a few hours I thought I would see what kind of a dog lie was. His bed was an old bear skin that was grassed with long thick hair. I first could not make out any sign of a dog, but as I was going to pass on, my foot knocked against something soft. I stooped over and picked up a little round, fuzzy-wuz .y ball of a dog. I carried it into the living room, where every one was gathered, and put him on the floor. He was a lovely puppy, yellow and fluffy, with a little stub of a tail that wagged so fast that it was hard for one to tell if he was wagging it or not. He was so cute that our hearts went out to him at once. Right then and there I got him a bowl of milk, and he tried to show his gratitude bv climbing into my lap and licking my face. I made up my mind that I was going to like him. But in time Beans changed, both in appearance and in character, and soon he lost the affection of all the members of the family. His fluffy yellow hair turned to long and thick bristles, which were continually coming out on everything. He was no longer round and plump, but long and lean, and seemed to be mostly legs. Even I was forced to admit that he was beautiful no longer, but I always maintained that he was a blooded dog. and that helped some. Like his name-sake of funny-paper fame, Beans launched himself into the midst of those who perform impish pranks. Very soon, I am sorry to say, he bore a bad reputation throughout the whole neighborhood. He also developed a taste for chickens and we had to pay for several that he ruthlessly murdered. He chewed our shoes, tore the washing on the line, gnawed at his collar and got into mischief generally. I tried to get the folks to excuse these things on the grounds that they were only “puppy tricks,” but it was useless. The climax was reached one day when my cousin found her “Point lace” handkerchief all tattered and torn in Beans’ kennel. Then it was decided that Beans must go. And where? None of our friends would have him, even as a gift, so Beans stayed on, becoming more of a nuisance every day. One day near the middle of winter Beans did not go out as usual, but lay by the kitchen range all day. He looked such a shadow of himself that I called up a veterinary surgeon to come up immediately. After the examination he said, “Pneumonia,” and doubted if Beans could live long. Every one was so concerned. Cousin fixed a new bed and blanket, mother made him some soup and stayed up part of the night giving him chloroform when he had convulsions. We were just beginning to find out how much we thought of him. I certainly missed his joyous greetings when I came home from school. At SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 49 home we were all very sad. Cousin looked the picture of woe, and mother sniffed audibly several times and remarked that it was exactly as if one of the family was sick. Beans recovered. He recovered and all his pranks were forgiven that he might start anew’. He is still with us and every day of his worthless existence we become more attached to him. George Watt, High School I. THE DEATH SONG Close beside his faithful war-horse Lay the mighty knight Sir Balan; Lay at rest for he was weary, And his grievous wound was painful. Fast his thoughts Hew ever backwards To the battles he had fought in.— All the brave deeds he’d accomplished, All the maidens fair he’d rescued,— And the many knights he’d conquered.— Till at last his head was reeling, Gliding, slipping into faintness. But anon with sluggish effort He. the mighty, raised his body, Rose erect and reaching forward 'l ook his flute of bending lake reeds From its place behind the saddle. Placed it to his lips and straightway Came loud music shrilling from it; Came the martial strain of warfare. He reviewed the trials and dangers Of himself and his companions. When they’d saved the fate of nations.— How they’d lived and drank together From the way-side brook and river,— How in cause of right they’d suffered,-How the tyrant’s knee had bended,— How the traitor had been punished. And the strain was harsh and pulsing. Played he then in mood forgiving,— Dreamed lie of fair men and ladies, Some were but a distant mem’ry, Others lived and chatted with him, And the sad, consoling flute notes Were as balm to his heart’s anguish. 'Fill at last he paused and listened, Listened to the silvery echoes,— Lying there beside his charger, Ixing he lay in mood forgiving; And his wound had lost its soreness, Sweet peace wrapped his soul in quiet. The blue-jay ceased its noisy chatter, The lark was silent in the meadow, And the red squirrel in the forest Looked askance at this prone giant Lying there upon the greensward, Quiet as the peaceful pine trees That around him cast their shadows. Then his war-horse, proud and kingly, Sired from stock of old Arabia— Raised and trained in Balan s stables— Raised aloft his weary forelock Showing scars and froth of battle Gained in recent deadly struggle, Turned and looked at his young master, 50 T 11 K P A L E S T R A With his eyc-lids drooping heavy. Watched he gravely, almost human. Stood he thus for e'en a moment, Then his knotty muscles tightened, Then relaxed,—and sinking forward Slipped to earth and lay all lifeless. And his master Balan moved not, But the tears upon his visage Flowed like tiny swollen rivers. Stirred he not, but with his music Paid a tribute to his war-horse. As he played, the plaintive wood-dove Joined its mournful soul-notes with him, E’en the lithesome timid rabbits C'eased their summer evening gambols, And were still that they might listen. And the ghostly, hoary tree tops Swayed and rustled with the cadence, And the gentle evening breezes Moaned and sighed thru all the branches. And the purpling, length’ning shadows Found him playing ever sadly. On he played till sheer exhaustion Claimed his weary pain-racked body. In the starlight and the coolness Kind Oblivion numbed his senses, As he lay upon the hill side, Dying there beside his war-horse. T. G. Earles, ’17. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 51 SPRING What dost thou wish to say, Herald of smiling Spring? Sing if thou wilt, but let thy lay With joy and gladness ring. Sing of the blossoming flowers, Sing of the leafy lane, Sing me a song of gladsome hours That drive away all pain. Sing of the babbling brook. Sing of the quiet streams, Sing of peace in the greenwood nook Far from the sun’s bright beams. Sing of the bright Spring day, Speak of the murmuring breeze, Tell me a talc of children’s play Close by the restless sea. Then if thy art Ik true, Sing of the God above— Tell me that Spring-tide praises anew The Heavenly Lord of Love. Editor-in-Chief Chronicle Athletics Art Editor - BOARD OF EDITORS Lester Schorn, ’16 Roger Coughlin, ’17 Robert Neilan, ’18 Thomas Earles, '17 ASSOCIATES Leonard Reilly, ’16 Mark Hannan, ’IS Raymond Beezer, '17 BUSINESS MANAGERS Thomas Ratigan, ’19 Moderator Maurice Sullivan, 19 Rev. A. J. Coudeyre, S. J. u • u u S E A T T L E COL L E G E A N N U A I. 53 THE present volume of the “Palestra goes forth to you, dear readers, confident that it will receive the same hearty welcome you gave our first volume of last year. The words of sincere appreciation that have come to us from friends interested in our literary efforts have stirred the 1910 Staff to issue a book that would prove worthy of the preceding number. This is our third annual publication. While suggestions have come to us that the “Palestra” be issued as a quarterly, some still entertain a doubt whether the College Annual has come to stay. As in other College activities, it is the earnest and sacrificing efforts of the students that will ensure the permanent existence of our publication. In sending forth these pages let us remind the student body of Seattle College that only with patient labor and perseverance can success be achieved. With renewed hope and confidence, then, that both students and the friends of the College will continue to lend us their support and lighten our burden in the literary field, we present to you the 1916 “Palestra.” 4 4 4 “While our boys are turning their backs on the colleges which gave their fathers all the training and power they possess,” says the eminent editor of America, “our girls are glancing with disdain at the academics in which their mothers acquired the gentleness, piety and culture and love of God and man that made them models for their children and a consolation to their Church. And the next generation of Catholics?” Will they be sufficiently armed to defend openly the tenets and practices of their faith? While those of the fold are thus sending their children with unsuspecting confidence to the schools where religion is ignored, it is consoling to receive such encouraging words from one not of the faith: “The ‘Palestra’ which ,ou have kindly sent me has been a treat to me. Besides thanking you for it, I must say a few words about it, although I am overburdened with work just now. The clean, Christian thought, and the strong but not fanatic attachment to your Church, which permeates the editorials and contributions, and the good, in many places elegant English, employed throughout, is so different from the literary effusions of the high school and university, that it helps to strengthen me in my belief that there is no future for the American people but by means of religious education. “If I had children of the proper age, I would send them to your college, whether they might thereby become Catholics or not. And where I have an opportunity to recommend it to parents I shall gladly do so.” .54 T II K r A L K S T R A Enquiries arc at times made by our friends as to the prospects of a new and greater Seattle College. All we know is that the location was acquired some years since, tentative plans were drawn up, but owing to want of resources, were not carried out. Nor do present business conditions promise their speedy fulfillment; for the sale of the present site, together with the financial help of friends of Catholic Education, are the only means of accomplishing the project so long desired by the Jesuit Fathers. Not only is real estate at a low ebb, but business has been in such a condition for some years that our many friends, though anxious to help us, do not believe that at present they could do half what they desire. So long, therefore, as times remain as they arc, we must forego the pleasure a greater Seattle College would give to all friends of Catholic Education. VVc can only pray that God may hasten the day and move the hearts of those who are able to do something worthy of the cause. Meanwhile let us continue our uphill work and show our loyalty in the face of all opposition. 4 4 4 A very commendable example of this loyalty, which ought to be ours, was given us by the Very Reverend Father Gleeson on his provincial visit among us at the beginning of the year. He gave us an account of the opening of the Jesuit College in Eos Angeles a few years ago. Playground there was none for the first few months save the neighbours’ lawns, classes were conducted in two not very pretentious residences, and even when the school building was completed it was only a one-story frame building—42x92 ft.—yet the boys went to work at their studies with a will, boosted the little building all over town, were not ashamed of it, and when asked by other boys “if their school were the little frame building by the railroad track, they unhesitatingly answered “yes, but don’t judge by appearances; just step inside and you’ll get the goods, the real article.” They went on boosting everywhere and at all times, so that the steady increase in pupils is almost twenty a year. Though now only in the fifth year of its existence, with sophomore the highest class, the actual attendance is at present almost one hundred and sixty pupils. 4 4 4 Cannot we do something like this here in Seattle? After all, boys eventually attend the school of their own choice, as most parents now-a-days leave them more or less free in the matter. If, therefore, we get down to real work and keep up the boost for Seattle College, we may soon be rewarded by seeing our numbers greatly increased, and consoled that through our efforts more of our Catholic boys arc getting what they ought—a Catholic education. Some of our zealous youngsters are out on the market with our present location, and have inquired of several real estate men if there is any chance of an advantageous sale. “Keep it up, boys, and help us to a speedy realization of our long-felt desires. But at the same time bring in all you can to where they belong. 4 4 4 There has been a marked improvement in College spirit when we consider that the majority of the students arc on the list of the paid admissions to the Student Body, that Seattle College Day was the occasion of keen competition between the classes to carry off the honors in musical and dramatic performances, and that the Glee Club has been revived. The past season of football has brought a surprise to those interested in athletics. Many of the smaller colleges with not enough students to make a freshman class at a university have held their own against larger schools on the gridiron. Some will perhaps conclude that some- S K A T T L K C () L L K G E A N N U A I. 55 thing is wrong with the scheme of football instruction at the larger scats of learning. What is then the conclusion? That every available student rallied around the colors of his Alma Mater and took an active part in the promotion of every sport that might test their valor. Coach Moriarity has demonstrated this year that Seattle College can do more than it has done in the past few years in athletics when he succeeded in bringing out the stately and inflexible upper college men. 4 4 4 There has been considerable railing against the study of the dead languages. To satisfy the material needs of our modern civilization the cry has been heard from many directions that a liberal education is not the proper thing for our children, especially that which includes in its curriculum the study of Latin and Greek. And so in many institutions these subjects have been given up. In others they have a hard struggle to retain their places. It would be needless to discuss the usefulness of these languages with people who have no higher ambition than to serve the public as a street car conductor or meet their fcllowmcn behind the clerk’s desk. A liberal education can only be appreciated by those who received one or who are able to trust those who realize the importance of it. 4 4 4 It may be advocated by some that the growth of specialization in business is the cause why a liberal education is in disfavor. This is indeed a business age. But still we find men in this age who can appreciate a thorough liberal education and they are the men who have gone through it or who have not been the victims as yet of that modern disease which a president of a university across the border has diagnosed as “Velocitomania.” 4 4 4 With the exception of a few changes our Faculty remained practically the same. Fr. F. Burke, S. J., has returned to the College as Prefect of Discipline, the position being left vacant by Fr. J. McKenna, S. J., who was called to Tacoma to act as Prefect of Studies at the St. Leo’s School. Fr. E. Oliver, S. J., who was assigned to a pastorate at the Immaculate Conception Church of this city, was replaced by Fr. J. Durgan, S. J., to fill the chair of Professor of Languages and Literature in the Freshman class. Fr. W. Smith, S. J., whose labors in the Physics and Chemistry Department for the last four years have set the pace for a good standard in these branches, is now at St. Andrew-on-Hudson, Poughkeepsie. Mr. F. Menager, S. J., lately from Gonzaga University, has charge of these sciences. Mr. J. Ver- haaren, S. J., has left for St. Louis University, where he is pursuing a course of Theology preparatory to the priesthood. Mr. Williams, S. J., our genial wireless operator, has gone to Montreal for his theological studies. Mr. Hency, S. J., of Los Angeles College, has taken charge of the 3rd High students. 4 4 4 Announcement has been made that, with the beginning of the new Semester, the Preparatory Department, so ably conducted by Mr. Mark Dollivcr, M. A., will be transferred to the Immaculate Conception School on 18th and Marion St. The College and High School courses only will be given in our present building on Broadway and Marion. A new departure in the curriculum of studies will be the course of Sciences introduced in the High School classes, such as Physiology, Physical Geography and Elementary Physics and Chemistry. Lester Schorn ’16. 56 T II E P A L K S T li A VACATION HOURS Those beauteous hours of simpleness and bliss, When only idle fancies fill the mind, When life seems strangely full of joys untold, And rains its blessings freely on mankind. Then, safe in Nature’s ample loving arms, We dream of future days when we shall roam On life’s broad highway, paved of purest gold, And lit by stars from Heaven’s mystic dome. Of future conquests, how we turned the foe, And gathered mid the people’s wild acclaim, Which ever lauds the victor in the race, The laurels of our quest for worldly fame. No thought of winter chills our happiness. Of days when Joy’s bright visage seems to fade Away forever in the midst of dull despair, When Gloom approaches, vestured as a shade. But thoughts pass on. as summer does, in haste, And thus is writ a page of Life’s strange history, Which either tells of joys or sorrow’s pangs In language clear or clothed in mystery. R. Emmett Cochlan, ’18. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N X 17 A I. 57 Sept. 7tii. School opened today and naturally so docs the College Diary. Many new names appear on the roster. The College Stationery Department is handling their annual rush. Sept. 12th. Rev. Fr. Gabriel, the newly appointed Professor of Mathematics, arrives at the College. Sept. 15th. Elections of officers for the various societies of the school arc prevalent these few days. Other columns of the “Palestra” contain the names of the newly elect who will guide the destinies of the societies for the coming term. Sept. 17th. The traditional Mass of the Holy Ghost was celebrated in the College Chapel by the Rev. T. M. Ryan, a graduate of the class of 1909. Fr. Ryan addressed the students in a practical and eloquent manner. Sept. 21st. This day witnessed the turnout of the football aspirants. Coach Moriarty, former Captain of the Gonzaga University squad, was well pleased with the material that made its appearance. Only three of last year’s letter men arc missing. Among the new players arc H. Cochrane, of Gonzaga fame; Leo Rice, hailing from the “J. Y. A.” circles of the same institution, and M. Pecarovich, of the Sacred Heart Parish. Oct. 1st. The first of the number of class specimens scheduled for the First Fridays of the month was given today by the class of Fourth High. It consisted in declamations and the reading of literary papers by the savants of the class. The College Orchestra, under the direction of Mr. Mark Dolliver, A. M., furnished the musical numbers on the program. Oct. 4tii. Today all good students buttoned their coats another notch, from the draught created when Robert Emmet Coghlan and Roger J. Coughlin blew into our midst all at once. Neither offered excuses for their late arrival, but it is rumored that R. J. C. has just closed up a prosperous season in the insurance business. Oct. 6th. Our Junior team don their suits and appear on the campus to play football, but expected opponents appear not on the scene, whereupon Captain Johnnie Logan hid in a big sweater, gives vent to his anger by saying harsh words we dare not print. Oct. 7th. Jas. E. (Cipher) McAtccr, the rosy-topped rep. of ’17, joins the football aggregation. Oct. 8th. Debate today. Extract from the minutes of today’s debate: “On account of the generous act of our good President, appointing himself on the first debate, Mark Hannan, who delves in Robert’s Rules of Order and an Oakland automobile, was appointed for the day to wield the gavel, and he did so with senatorial dignity and monarchical authority. ’ .58 T II K I A L E S T U A Oct. 11th. Chas. P. Moriarty, A. B., former student of S. C., present coach of the football team, came as representative of the Knights of Columbus to laud the exploits of Christopher Columbus before the Student Body. Great applause followed his masterful oration. Oct. 12th. Columbus Day. Holiday. Oct. 15th. Evening, 8:30 P. M. Card party given by the Freshmen Class for the benefit of athletics. Much credit was due the Freshmen for their activity, and they admitted it and took the credit ( ?). Oct. 17th. Our football team outweighed, outplayed, lost today to the Spauldings, a team supposedly made up of ex-college stars, but how time docs change certain faces, and many of those whom we failed to recognize ploughed through the College line and smashed our boys flat to the soil of our Imperial State of Washington. Oct. 21st. L. Spellmire upset all dope today by engaging the services of a licensed barber. Oct. 25th. Much noise on the campus today. “What is it?” a stranger remarks; “The College rooters?’’ No, fair stranger, it is the coach drilling the team for a game tomorrow. Oct. 30th. S. C. squad of football players journeyed today to Redmond, Wash. Here a game with the village cutups who dared play football ensued. The groundkeeper, it is said, witnessed the game. The trip was made in automobiles and Barton asserted that he had a lovely time. Why shouldn’t he? Alas! No picnics are without their casualties, and McGcttigan fell off of one of the speeding automobiles while looking at the scenery. Nov. 1st. All Saints Day. Holiday. Nov. 2d. All Souls Day. School started at ten o’clock today. McGcttigan blossoms forth like a Belgian soldier who had wandered near a German trench. Nov. 3rd. Today 495 lbs. of brain and brawn realized that it was football season and joined the squad. Schorn, Mitchell, and Spellmire answered the roll. Nov. 5th. First Friday. The classes assembled in the College auditorium today, where entertainment was furnished by the class of Third Year High. Mike Pecarovich wrestled with a stove, not a real stove or a perfection oil heater, but just a piece of elocution that was very well rendered, and made a decided hit with the audience. The class songsters saengerfested with a song, “My Little Pony” (i. c.) the episode of being caught with the pony for your Horace (get the joke). Of course, the orchestra played. On the same day the Student Body Association held a meeting; student matters were discussed and S. B. tickets were introduced on the market for the coming year. Babe McAtcer headed the list of prospective purchasers. Nov. 9th. Our grade soccer team sccccrcd today against the Pacific aggregation and took the short end of the score. Nov. 10th. Adorning the bulletin board today is a notice calling forth the basket ball stars together. Nov. 15th. “Yes, I say.” “No, I can’t believe it. “Well, I tell you he can.” “Say! Believe me Tom Earles cannot get to school on time for a week.” “I guess you win.” Nov. 17th. At Columbia our football team wallowed through mud and rain to a seven-to-nothing victory over the Franklin High School. Bobbie Ncilan, the Sophomore poet, wrote a poem on the occasion which, as far as could be ascertained, has nor received recognition from the press. Nov. 18th. Someone said there was a pool table somewhere on our campus. No, it must be a rumor. Spawn Donahue remarked “that the Freshmen were conspicuous by their absence.” “Probably they’re gathered around that table shooting a game of Kelly pool.” S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A I 59 Nov. 19th. The Seattle College Dramatic Society contributed a one-act sketch, “The Prairie Judgment,” to the Vaudeville entertainment given by the H. N. S. of the Immaculate Conception Parish. Lester B. Schorn, Mark H. Hannan and Roger J. Coughlin were the Mantells that interpreted the parts. The play became too realistic, however, when the storm and wind appeared to knock the cabin scenery down just as the actors were enacting the finale scene. However, this wasn’t in the play, as many thought it was, only some too-interested pecker who lost his balance, or, as R. J. C. remarked, “Those other actors were jealous, and tried to bust up our show.” A riot was caused when some one remarked, “Why jealous?” Quite true. Nov. 22 i). Today is the eve of the great game in school circles—High School vs. College Course. The confident High Schoolers are not practicing, but the College warriors hold service behind closed doors. Nov. 23rd. “When Greek meets Greek there’s war” held true today. With suits too large and too small, and the final quarter played in darkness, the College Course eleven handed the High Schoolers a decisive defeat of the score of 26 to 17. Harold Cochran remarked, “I don’t see how we were beaten, for we admit we are the better team.” Ray Beezer cut capers around the line, grabbing passes from all angles and positions amid many rails from the rooters. Nov. 24th. “Oh! how stiff I am,” is the current word of the day. The Philosophers are granted a half holiday in honor of St. Catherine. Nov. 25th. Turkey. Nov. 26th. Holiday. Nov. 30th. “Indoor baseball turnout tonight” appears on the bulletin board this morning in emblazoned letters. Dec. 1st. Another Student Body meeting today. Coach Moriarty attended and made a speech. T. Gresham Earles presided while Lcn Riclly made a motion. Dec. 3rd. 'Poday, being the First Friday of the month, the classes assembled in the auditorium, where the regular monthly notes were iead and testimonials were awarded. First Year High gave the entertainment. Don Carroll grew eloquent on such a subject as the “Seasons of the Year,” showing he is a master of the Englisn language. Tom (Spawn) Donahue declaimed “Casey At the Bat,” and made a decided hit, as also did his hero, Casey. Vance Moriarty and his violin played a piece in G major. Dec. 4th. Saturday. The College is well represented at the ice rink today. Dec. 6th. 'Title, “At the Rising of the Sun.” Scene—A cold morning. 'Time—'Today. 1st Citizen—“What mean those emblazoned letters shining on yonder tower?” 2d Citizen—“'That ’20? College pranks, no doubt.” 1st Citizen—“But why the H. and J.” 2d Citizen—“Know you not that artists always sign their names?” 1st Citizen—“Aye. It is so, I have you.” Slow curtain. Dec. 7th. 'The S. C. Glee Club hold fo-th in practice session today. Dec. 8th. Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Holiday. Dec. 9th. Lester B. Schorn, Philosopher and Thespian, advocator of peace at any price. () T II K P A L E S T11 A was today elected on the progrssivc ticket as chairman of the College Day entertainment to be held on the 17th. Dec. 10th. Murder will out” is not a fabrication. Yes, there is a real pool table (green cloth and everything) right on our campus. The Pastime Club, Tom Ratigan, president, came forth today and announced its readiness to receive members. (Advertisement.) The above society is the successor of the once-flourishing (now defunct) Junior A. O. H. Dec. 13th. Len Rielly was caught today reading a copy of Thrifty Alexander.” Perhaps it belonged to Jas. McAteer, for James is quite a thrifty Alec himself, waxing rich at the expense of the Seattle Daily Wireless and several other periodicals. Dec. 14th. The various classes are preparing surprises for College Day, and the secrecy they hold would rival the Masonic oath. Dec. 17th. College Day. The annual festivities were held today in the hall. Quite an elaborate program was given. The Preparatory Class led off with appropriate songs and yells that showed great spirit. We then received a visit from that renowned personage known as S. Claus, who distributed his presents among the elect. This stunt was staged by the class of First High. Second High gathered around a class banner and gave a vocal concert. The class of Fourth High featured with valuable information about such students, which the victims immediately denied. The advice: J. P. Mitchell was to keep better Hours. T. G. Earles was not to be seen again on the heights of Beacon Hill at the wee hours of morning. M. J. Sullivan and R. J. Coughlin were not to fall victims of Kcwpic.” “Four Knights On a High Road” was a sketch given by the Third High. It proved to be overflowing in humor, and received large applause, and if Jimmie Needles will follow advice given and steer clear of the Boren Avenue stairs, all will be well. The Freshmen Class, with Bill Long as Prima Donna and Valedictorian, was well received. The Sophomores’ contribution, The Yeller Mellerdrammer,” was all that the name implies. The Philosophy Class gave a class reunion in 1940, and if all turn out as they pictured themselves, it will be quite a world. 'Pile Glee Club finished the day’s program with lots of harmony. And all went home to enjoy a long Christmas vacation. 1916 Jan. 3rd. All good students return much refreshed. The snow on the ground today has swelled the length of the tardy column to a great degree. Jan. 4th. The bulletin board was adorned today with the schedule of examinations to come soon. Many, you would think, were reading of their own funeral. Maybe so. Jan. 5th. Reviews have begun, and every day brings us closer to that strenuous week of the Scholastic Semester, where everything is naught but the survival of the fittest.” Jan. 6th. T. G. Earles, our talented art editor, whose drawings arc interspersed here and there among the pages of this book, blossoms forth today, radiant in a brand new, absolutely exquisite production of black and white, created by a local tailor. Our adipoisc artist well believes that summer is nigh. Jan. 7th. It is snowing today. Jan. 10th. Today, January 10th, 1916, the hitherto Pastime Club of Seattle College, Seattle, Wash., wishes to change its name. Be it known that the said club will be hereafter S E A T T L E C () I L E G E A X X U A L 61 known upon the records of King County, Wash., as the Agathon Club, from Agathos—honesty, uprighteousness, etc. Jan. 11th. Mitch—that is John P. Mitchell,—the P. stands for Patrick,—spent one good hour of Mathematics, conceiving the idea of editing a paper. Said paper was given the name of the Daily Nuisance. But the best-laid plans of mice and men a gang aft aglee. The paper perished on the second edition. Jan. 12th. Mr. Dolliver and Mr. Fabris took a picture today for the Annual. Great gobs of snow were featured. Jan. 13th. Our docile, obliging, handsome violinist who dispenses music along with the College Orchestra, declared this day emphatically that as to musical taste First Year High were absolutely “nihil,” O degree Centrigradc and a minus quantity. 'Flic handsome violinski further remarked that “The average student’s notion of good music was the three o’clock bell and the Glee Club.” Jan. 14th. Being troubled with wet feet, Angelo Manca, a budding young star as a ball player, bought himself a brand new shining pair of “galoshes,” and hereafter A. M.’s lower extremities will not be troubled by Seattle’s winter supply of H= O. Jan. 18th. Father Gabriel, having been ill of late, returns to his classes of Mathematics. Jan. 19th. Those perfectly delightful examinations are coming upon us with incrcdble rapidity. Gloom—gloom—gloom. Jan. 20th. Much hurrah among higher classes when Math. Xams arc postponed for a few weeks on account of shortness of repetitions. Jan. 21st. E. Coghlan, M. Hannan, M. Sullivan, L. Schorn, T. Earles, and R. Coughlin will not be at home this evening. Why? Here’s hoping the above young bloods will reward the editor’s curiosity. Also that they will not blossom out among the “flunks” next week. Jan. 24th. Grave Seniors, still more sober Juniors, today, face and do battle against a shrapnel of “Quid cst’s,” carefully selected from that book which the catalogue calls “Apologetics.” Jan. 25th. Exams are in full swing, from cellar to garret. Gloom—gloom. Jan. 28th. “Appearances arc ofttimes deceiving,” but from the physiography of one Gerald Patton, as he departs without the threshold of a classroom, we infer that Exams arc all that Sherman said of war. Jan. 29th. About all that can be said today is that “They are over,” and “How many did you flunk in?” Feb. 1st. Today without pomp or ceremony the new term begins at nine o’clock sharp. Feb. 2d. Mid-year holiday. The ones who guide the footsteps of our school through the perilous channels of the crafty world certainly slipped one over on the rest of us by alloting one of those antique, strange specimens, remembered bv the S. C. student as a holiday, just when Seattle experiences her greatest snowstorm in years. Feb. 3rd. Mid-year holiday extended indefinitely. Students snowbound at home. Car traffic suspended throughout the city. Snow reaches height of 38 inches. P'eb. 4th. Skis and snowshoes might have enabled us to get to our classes today, but owing to most of us web-footers not possessing such articles, “All bets were called off.” Why the stalwart form of Lee Sullivan can not navigate today is querulous. This handsome facsimile of Goliath or Jess Willard has legs long enough to encounter the deepest drifts, and feet as broad as snowshoes. His aspirations should really tend towards the city’s law enforcers. Feb. 7th. Snow being a dubious topic these days, some still more dubiant “wag” was the T II E P A L E S T U A 62 first efficient cause of a rumor today that Mark—our lugubrious Mark H. Hannan—the ultimate criterion of truth, had expired, yes, actually expired of pneumonia. Marcus stated that he was far from being an inert being, and the “Newmonia” was entirely “new” to him. Feb. 9th. The Mathematicians of the higher classes arc given their semi-annual examinations in analytics, that exquisite study that laureates the name of the illustrious Dcs Cartes on the annals of history. Feb. 10th. More Exams in that awful stuff. Feb. 11th. We are amused, delighted, pleased, and entertained when Andy Sedlock and Emmet Coghlan stand up today beside regular singers and burst forth in sweetest song. The Glee Club were assisted by the Seattle College Philharmonicists (no — not druggists). Joe Moot , was present. Feb. 14th. Who would think it, when he sees that same old sameness about the campus, that today is the opportune moment, when praises and knocks arc excused by the semblance of a Valentine? Feb. 15th. The work of the class of ’20 that has adorned the highest edifice of a local traction company has disappeared in the dawn’s early light. Someone evidently did not admire the work as did the artists. Feb. 16th. Robert J. Niclan, a sprucy muscular being, affiliated with the school as a Sophomore, wears a bonnet of large longitudinal passages of pretty lavender blended with white and black squares discovered by Glen Urkhart or somebody else. Robbie is today troubled by a swollen jaw that looks suspiciously like a toothache or a supply of the “real chew.” Rob. says his teeth arc fine. We think so, too. Feb. 21st. The Orchestra and Glee Club today embellished their dispositions with an abundant supply of “Iscream,” cake, and other sweets. Mr. Mcnagcr, S. J., Mr. Dolliver, Br. Kish and our curly-haired storekeep’ presided. Feb. 22d. Washington’s Birthday. No lessons were enjoyed today. Feb. 23rd. A meeting of the Associated Student Body was held this P. M. for the expressed purpose of electing a Manager for the baseball team. Mark Hannan was elected to the position and was immediately inaugurated without pomp or ceremonious proceedings. Harold Cochrane and Jas. McAtccr lent well-chosen and appropriate words to the occasion, as also did the Manager-elect. All received loud plaudits from the concourse. A Sophomore moved we adjourn without further procrastination. We did. I eb. 24th. 'flic Dandelion Club, which believes in preparedness, and green grass and sunshine, during the recess period, weather permitting, held their first spring meeting on the grassy slope. The following officers were elected. L. Schorn, Captain; M. Sullivan, Purser; T. Earles, Librarian; J. P. Mitchell, Tenor, and Jas. Hay, Official Fotographer. Feb. 25th. Although hid behind a formidable array of books and figures, papers and notes, from reliable authority, the voices on today’s debate were known to be those of Schorn and Spellmire, Reilly and Coughlin. All except one found various excuses for reading their debates. Feb. 28th. Twenty handsome, spirited athletes, self-confident of their ability as ball players, turn out for their first spring practice. Fr. Burke scrutinizes his material carefully in hope that a trio, or even more, of Ty. Cobbs may be in the uncultivated state. March 1st. Mark H. Hannan is discovered and grossly exposed today for concealing, or rather trying to conceal, a mechanical contrivance of slip-on slip-off neckwear. M. H. says S E A T T L 1 : C O L L E G E A N X U A I. G3 he has only to add a few more of these “speed up” accessories to his morning ritual to secure a perfect score in Fr. Burke’s “cvery-morning-tardy column.” March 2d. John Dougherty, graduate of 1915, medal winner, president of everything during his final term, leaves for Los Gatos, Cal., to take up the life of the Jesuit. March 3rd. The usual exercises which are properly known as “A class specimen” for the First Friday of the month, was given today by the class of First Year High School. The Faculty as usual occupied the forward scats. William Bartholet was given his usual applause by the assembly when he went forth to claim his first testimonial of good conduct and application. March 5th. John Mitchell, traveling the past few weeks among our sister states in the East, returns to us today much jubilant over his travels. You’d never know that old home town of mine,” says John. “Vivat Dennison.” March 7th. He is gone. (M. H.) March 8th. Inaugural of Lenten practices by College students. Sack cloth and ashes. Class opened today at 10 A. M. March 9th. Lester B. Schorn, of Senior, chosen Manager of Baseball at Student Body meeting. The newly elected addressed the multitude, after which the meeting was closed. March 10th. In today’s session of the Debating Society a second Cicero was uncovered from the raw material. Cicero .................................Mr. Geo. J. Baillargeon March 13th. That A1 Mayne and L. B. Schorn study their lessons is proved beyond cavil by a photo snapped as the abused pair journey to school overladen with text books. March 14th. The B. B. squad frolicked among themselves for nine innings today. March 15th. The B. B.’s had more frolic today. The shortstop looked bad. March 16th. L. Johnson, former pride of the renowned Central School of Learning, and he who lends a smile to every occasion, borrowed a match of the Scribe today. March 17th. Erin liber Alles. All celebrations were carried out in green today and even the B. B. squad played. All the latter were embellished with sprigs of the creme de menthc color except Lcn Riclly. He said he didn’t need any. March 20th. Rector’s Day. Under the direction of L. B. Schorn, who was present with his happiest smile, to give the opening remarks, the entertainment for the patronal feast of Fr. Tomkin was successfully staged. None forgot their parts or lost their voices and the program (which was printed) proceeded without a tremor. The Juniors sang a song, which was unnecessarily announced as self-composed. The Orchestra played now and then during the afternoon. March 21st. Rector’s holiday. March 22d. The annual retreat for the students was begun today by Fr. Tomkin. More silence is heard among the smaller students. March 25th. The retreat is closed this morning. All the students receive Holy Communion in a body and receive the Papal blessing. March 31st. The Mathematicians of the higher classes enjoy an Exam in Analytics today. R. E. Coghlan became so enthused that lie composed a poem of merit on the study which may be found in other columns of the “Palestra.” March 27th. James Hay, he of Sophomore, becomes conscience-stricken and pays his Student Assn, dues to the Secretary with a plugged quarter, whereupon in recognition of the said two-bits James’s name is cnscrollcd on the official roster of the bulletin board. 04 T II E P A I, E S T R A March 28th. It is rumored that the Secretary of the S. B. Assn, lias a new hair cut, which is no rumor since it can be seen, and that James, he of Sophomore, has recovered that same sinister, suspicious, uncanny-looking two-bit piece. Which all infers that—. Here we draw a curtain over this admirable piece of financial engineering, even subtle Tom Ratigan could do no better. Mgr. Schorn’s ball players get off to a bad start by losing a game today against the Broadway H. S. April 7th. The regular reading of the notes and awarding of testimonials for good conduct and application was held today. The class of Senior-Junior furnished the entertainment for the occasion in the form of chemical experiments by the chemists of the class. Lester Schorn was chairman and chief lecturer of the performance, as usual, and, ably assisted by Ray Beezcr and L. Spellmire as chief chemists, the affair went off without any serious mishaps and was enjoyed by all. The other members of the class furnished the background for the scene. The Orchestra, of course, furnished the musical numbers of the afternoon. A. Scdlock sang a song. April 10th. Picture of the Baseball squad is taken today by J. Hay, Photographer. The prominent positions were occupied by L. Schorn and R. Neilan. April 11th. G. McAtecr, commonly known as “Babe,” strongly resents his going to “Jug.” April 12th. Sustaining their happiest smiles and their Sunday apparel, the Seniors and Juniors convene to have their pictures taken for the “Palestra.” April 13th. Another baseball missing from the Mgr.’s suitcase. April 14th. Our College ball team was scheduled this day to play the Seattle “Giants” at Dugdale Park. The skies wept too many premature tears and the game did not take place. April 15th. The first of the goodly number of trips on the baseball schedule occurred today. Everett was the destination and Everett II. S. the opponents. J. Molloy, umpire, accompanied the squad, and entertained with his sideline of stories and monologues. April 17th. Babe McAtcer recalls time-honored customs, and brings wrath upon his shoulders by breaking the squad’s best bat. The wrathful was none other than our obese but ficct-footcd rightfieldcr, T. G. Earles. April 19th. John Mitchell, assisted by the Alumni, went down to severe defeat at the hands of our College nine. April 20th. Easter vacation begins. L. Schorn, E. Coghlan, and H. Cochrane depart for home, sweet home. April 25th. Back again. The Scribe enjoys severe cold, and business of conversing accomplished under handicap. April 26th. This day witnessed the first sign of approaching summer. J. P. Mitchell, exemplar of fashion, invests sum of money in one of those light suits, whose object we know from our knowledge of Physics is to expel heat and attract cold. And the next day it rained —on the suit. April 28th. The Public debate scheduled for this day failed to matcrialate owing to one of the debaters being unavoidably detained “loca incognita.” May 1st. One-third of the Senior class, whole and entire, enter the class room “cn masse” this A. M., having without authority extended their Easter vacation one week. The nonchalant gusto with which this suave contingent from the fertile realms of North Yakima commands the situation inspires sentiments of greatest awe. May 2i . Leonard Reilly is confined to bed because of sickness. We all hope for Len’s speedy recovery. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A I. 65 May 9th. The annual elocution contest which has been a precedent at the College since the time when our army boys were marching away to free Cuba, took place without fail this evening. Of course “Sparticus to the Gladiators,” without which an elocution contest would be a mere fiasco, occupied fifteen minutes of the evening’s entertainment. He who chose to proclaim the deeds of the renowned Spartacus was none other than the eminent Vance Moriarty. May 15th. The first heat of the finals in Mathematics was successfully run off today, the Rev. Father Gabriel being the starter, Seniors, Juniors and Sophs only being eligible. May 18th. Juniors and Seniors enjoy “finals” in Physics today. J. McAteer has a birthday. May 22i . One “Cannon Ball” Lynch grossly imputed today as being an innocuous braggadacio. May 25th. Last call given by the printer today and so that the diary be completed and this chronicle lx brought to a fitting close to commencement day, the writer of these colutfnns must take upon himself the aspect of a seer, a prophet, as it were, and abstract from that infinity of the future something definite, something finite. And thus looking into the future he secs that the final exams have come from without the threatening distance and hove too close upon the horizon. First in place seems to be the services in chemistry to be held on May 27th. Seniors and Juniors being the participants. And on May 31st. The second heat in Mathematics will be run off by the Rev. Fr. Gabriel, for the upperclassmen. Several candidates who have been rather lax in training will no doubt be humbled among the ranks of higher mathematicians by today’s proceedings. June 1st. Which should be according to precedent a holiday. June 5th. The greater majority of the classes will this day be favored with examination proceedings intended to discover what the unlucky scholar does not know. Said proceedings will be extended throughout the week until June 9th. When all good students can breath a sigh of satisfaction and exclaim, “It’s all over.” June 15th. This day will witness the last rites of the scholastic year, which, although the end, custom has made sacred and deemed proper to designate as the Commencement exercises. Be that as it may. Medals, brilliant, golden and ornate, will be affixed to deserving students before the admiring gaze of the Reverend Faculty, proud parents and applauding onlookers. The graduates garbed in cap and gown will occupy prominent seats on the rostrum, making speeches and otherwise distinguishing themselves before the concourse. Further words concerning these individuals arc useless, their life history being eulogized elsewhere within the covers of the “Palestra.” And as the Valedictorian arises to give the final oration, the chronicle is finished, and his words will mark the end—“Farewell, a fond Farewell.” ()( T II K P A L K S T li A THOUGH Seattle College was founded in 1892, and received its Charter in 1898, with full power to confer academic honors and degrees, it was not before 1909 that the three members of the first graduating class received their diplomas. For obvious reasons students of the early days at the College could not afford to wait until the day of graduation. Besides, the College was not fully equipped to carry on the work of a full course, owing to the lack of accommodations and the scarcity of professors. Yet when we look over the list of the students at the College in early days, we find the names of boys of whom this institution is proud, and who in turn are ever ready to show their loyalty and good will towards their Alma Mater. Feeling the need of an Alumni Column in the “Palestra,” it will be our earnest endeavor to keep in touch with these former students. We have no doubt that this column will serve as a medium of bringing them into closer relations with the students and Faculty of the present. As may be noted, we have not confined our list to those who received their degree in course, and this for reasons mentioned above. Our work in this respect is naturally incomplete, and you may realize with us how difficult a task it is to communicate with every single student and obtain the desired information. It shall be out pleasure to lengthen this list in future issues. ’09. Rev. Theodore M. Ryan, who has the distinction of being the first College boy to be raised to the dignity of the Priesthood, is now doing pastoral work in Tacoma, as assistant to Father McGrath of St. Patrick’s Church. “Ted.” as the older boys remember him, was a great promoter of College spirit, both on the campus and in the classroom. John A. Cox cannon, S. J., is at present teaching at Gonzaga University, Spokane. He joined the Jesuit Order after graduation in 1909, and after the customary years of preparation at Los Gatos, was assigned to duty as a teacher. J. C. Ford is manager of the Cascade Fuel Company, located in the University district of Seattle. Ex 09. Frank Sf.xton is manager of the Eversole Optical Company. 10. James R. Dai.y, M. A., graduated from Santa Clara in 1910, came to Seattle College. where he taught the Preparatory Department, and qualified for his Master’s degree. We hear that he has been appointed Principal of one of the High Schools of Washington, D. C. Ex 09. Carroll Reynolds is manager of the branch factory of the Goodyear Fire and Rubber Co. in Tacoma. Ex 10. John Kelly, together with his brothers, is running the Kelly Printing Co. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 67 Ex ’ll. Charles Moffatt, a Sophomore of ’09. is now assistant purchasing agent in the Commissary Department of the Great Northern. John Ryan has entered as partner with his father in the contracting firm of Ryan Son. James Gilmore is working for the Seattle Daily 'l imes. He was married to Miss Catherine McKinnon on February 23. They reside at S’15 10th Avc. Cyril Fairhurst completed his course in Gonzaga University, Spokane, where he received his A. B. in ’ll. He now represents the firm of Love, Warren, Monroe Co., in Seattle, and in spite of his many business cares, he manages to call occasionally at the College and renew old acquaintances. ’13. James J. Gill, S. J., is finishing his Classical studies at Los Gatos, California, preparatory to teaching in one of the Jesuit Colleges on the Pacific Coast. John M. Gili. is a familiar figure on the College Campus. Walter J. Coughlin is in business with his father. He attended the University of Washington for a year after graduation. Hubert G. Mullen called at the College recently. He is looking well, and is engaged in business in Butte, Montana. ’14. William O’Connell is Associate Editor of the Catholic Northwest Progress, the official organ of the Seattle and Spokane Dioceses. Claude Mullen is studying law at Gonzaga University. Claude paid us a visit during Christmas holidays and is very enthusiastic about our sister college on the eastern side of the Cascades. Ex ’14. Vincent and Victor Manca, the loyal twins of baseball fame, arc seen on the campus frequently watching the progress of the younger generation of athletes. Both are helping their father to run the popular “Manca Cafe” on Columbia Street. Emil Merz believes in “preparedness” for we hear that lie has joined the 1st Company of the Coast Artillery. He is working with his father in the interests of the Sheet Metal Company. Frank Kane, a medal winner in his days at the College, is rumored to be studying law. ’15. John Dougherty, after resting for a few months in Everett, has entered the Jesuit Novitiate at Los Gatos, California. Theodore Kohls is now in the shoe business in North Yakima with his brothers. William Mayer holds forth in Marquette Hall, North Yakima, as a teacher of the grammar grades. Joseph McKenna is another of our graduates who has ventured into the realms of Pedagogy. He tells us that he is kept quite busy at the High School in Duncan, B. C. Cyril Perenboom has for the present abandoned the idea of taking up a course of Medicine in the Northwestern University at Chicago. At this writing he occupies a position in the bank at Appleton, Wis. John Earles never fails to visit the College whenever he can steal away from Port Townsend where he is employed. Ex ’15. Charles Moriarty, who graduated from Gonzaga, is now studying Law at the University of Washington. Charlie is responsible in great part for the success of our «8 TII K P A L E S T It A Football team last fall. His assiduous coaching was highly appreciated by the Student Body. Ignatius Glass has just returned from Oregon where he was engaged in railroad construction. He is now at U. of W. taking a special course in Spanish Literature. Edward Williams has been in the employ of the Puget Sound Traction Company as an accountant. George Marshall is studying medicine at Creighton University, Omaha. John P. Moot , S. J., is head of the Chemistry Department at St. Ignatius University, San Francisco. Maurice Gorman left recently for Alaska where he will be employed in the offices of Gorman and Co. Albert Prickbtt has kept pleasant memories of his early days at Seattle College. He is now a junior partner in the Seattle Woolen Co. Mike McDonough, we are glad to say, has fully recovered from a recent operation and is once more in his old position with the Pacific Coast Co. Editor’s Note.—We shall be very glad to hear from any of the Alumni, at any time. Notes of personal interest about the “Old Boys.” literary contributions and essays will be gladly received. It is our aim to make the Palestra serve as a means of communication between the Boys of other days. Let us hear from YOU. Leonard J. Reilly, ’16. Editor of “Palestra ” S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A X X U A L 09 Hhat ©tbrr Spirit (EnlUgra Arp Suing GRADUATES of Creighton University, Omaha, are raising a five hundred thousand endowment fund. The Gymnasium of the University was opened a short time since. It is fully equipped and cost one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Georgetown University, Washington, D. C., will open its new Preparatory School in September. The new buildings, costing in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand dollars, arc located at Rockville, Md. Holy Cross College, Worcester, is preparing to celebrate its Diamond Jubilee in 1918. Graduates have started to raise a fund for a new chapel to be erected commemorative of the event. Los Angeles Colleges is four years old, and numbers over one hundred and fifty students. New buildings will be erected in the near future. Poston College has secured the services of Bricklcy, former Harvard star, as Football Coach for the coming season. St. Mary’s Hall is nearing completion, and will be occupied by the Faculty in a short while. A feature of the Commencement Exercises at Fordham will be the revival of one of Shakespeare’s plays. Three performances will be given. The Jesuit High School, New Orleans, has introduced a course of music as part of its curriculum. Chief Justice White of the United States Supreme Court is an Alumnus of this school. Frank McCoff, the old Colgate star, is rumored as Football Coach at Gonzaga University, Spokane, during the coming season. A big campaign to raise five hundred thousand dollars was carried on by Marquette University of Milwaukee some weeks ago. A clock was erected down town and the citizens took great interest in the efforts of the men promoting the fund. The money was secured without difficulty. Sacred Heart College. Tampa, Florida, is about to commence the erection of a new building in order to accommodate the rapidly increasing number of students. Santa Clara University will send its Baseball team to Honolulu next month to play a number of games in that far-distant city. Stanford and Santa Clara will in all probability meet on the gridiron this fall. Both institutions are playing Rugby in preference to the American game. The “Dean of Tuscaloosa” was presented with great success by the students of St. Ignatius' University, San Francisco. In honor of the Shakespearean tercentenary the students of Boston College High School recently presented the “Midsummer Night’s Dream.” 70 T II E P A L E S T It A AS the Palestra” goes to press, the College Dramatic Club is earnestly working on the production of “The Dean of Tuscaloosa, or If7hat Happened to Jones, which they mean to stage the latter part of May. However, in sequence of time, we may mention the sketch, “The Prairie Judgmentwhich was staged at the request of the Holy Name’s Society at the Immaculate Conception Social Hall on Thanksgiving Day last. As the Sheriff of Diablo, Arizona, Lester B. Schorn, ’16, played the leading part, ably-seconded by Roger J. Coughlin, '17, as John Warren, a rancher of the neighborhood, and Mark H. Hannan, ex. 'IS, as Manuel Vegas, a Mexican. The skit was well received, and the Club was warmly complimented upon the acting of its representatives by the committee in charge of the evening’s performance. In the Dean of Tuscaloosa” the title role is being prepared by Lester Schorn, who has merited the part by his faithfulness to the interests of the Dramatic Club. As Prof. Goodly, the old-time friend of the Dean, Roger Coughlin is to be found, with Thomas Donohue portraying his brother Jack, entirely dissatisfied with the dull life of College, and yearning for the brighter life of New York City. William Long will “father” the professor through the plot of the play, while siding with him against the professor, and entirely enamoured of the beauties of the Dean’s writings, Maurice J. Sullivan will be heard from as Mr. August Rhinecke. Raymond Kelly, who comes to us from his Alaskan home with the best of recommendations, and whose pleasing interpretations upon several occasions during the year have proven his ability, will undertake the role of the professor’s rather troublesome ward. Mr. Jones, the party blame-able for all the mixup in the plot, will Ik taken care of by Michael Pecarovich. William Big-bee,—at large, but harmless—has fallen to the lot of Emmet Coghlan. As the pecuniary son of Sweden, Leo J. Rice expects to furnish a number of laughs, and his trouble with a custodian of the peace in the person of Thomas Earles promises to add to the merriment. Leo Barton, noted on the campus for his generous weight, will take all due precautions to keep Bigbec from harming the inmates of the professor’s household. At the present writing the different members of the cast are working on their respective parts, and the play promises to come up to the usual high standard of the Club’s productions. SEATTLE COLLEGE ANNUAL 71 i hattng WHEN we consider the many and interesting debates which have taken place during the past year, we may safely say that the Debating Society has fulfilled to a satisfactory degree the expectations of its officer and members. Both the speakers on each occasion, and those who had the good fortune of being present, have received the customary instruction and practice in the art of public speaking, and in addition have added to their store of knowledge concerning useful and varied topics. 'Hie European War and foreign conditions affecting our own nation have presented for discussion a never-failing supply of debatable questions. Militarism, national defense, annexation, and intervention have all formed themes of many fiery discussions; and in combination with questions of the usual nature have constituted a pleasant program of the year’s work in debating. Leonard J. Reilly Robert J. Neilan Maurice J. Sullivan -Rev. John Durgan, S. J. OFFICERS .......................................President ...............................Sergeant-at-Arms .......................................Secretary ..............................Faculty Moderator ROLL OF Beezer, Raymond L. Baillargeon, George J. Cochrane, Harold J. Coghlan, R. Emmett Coughlan, Roger J. Crowley, Stephen C. Earles, Thomas G. Garrick, Lawrence O. Harrington, Elmer P. Hay, James M. Logan, John A. Long, William P. Manca, Angelo C. Mayne, Alfred J. McAteer,- George H. MEMBERS McGettigan, John L. Mclntire, James A. Mitchell, John P. Morris, Gerald T. Nash, Francis J. O’Neill, William H. Ouelette, Raymond C. Pattern, Gerald C. Ratigan, Thomas P. Ryan, James T. Schorn, Lester B. Schram, Frederic C. Sedlock, Andrew J. Spellmire, Lovell L. Sullivan. Leo H. ?r, James E. T II K P A L K S T R A Slip ODrrhpfltra THE College Orchestra of the scholastic year 1915-1916 has maintained the high standard which had been set for it by the musical clubs of former years. Handicaped in the beginning of the season by the loss of several good players, this group of youthful musicians, under the careful tutelage of Mr. Mark C. Dollivcr, A. M., has finished a season which has merited for it great praise and commendation. Great credit must Ik given to all the men for the genuine College spirit they have displayed in attending rehearsals, and giving much of their free time to make the organization a success. , Special gratitude is due Mr. Dollivcr, who has labored untiringly to bring the orchestra to its present high degree of perfection. The members of the club arc indebted to Mr. James VV. Casey, the Seattle composer, for gifts of orchestra music during the past year. They note with deepest regret and sympathy the sudden death of Herbert Allen, a former member, who died in Alaska. This year the orchestra was composed of President, James McIntyre; Vice-President, Edward Hart; Michael Earles, Vance E. Moriarty, Stephen Crowley, Nicholas Pecarovich, George J. Baillargcon, Michael Vautier, Michael Pecarovich and George Dreaney. Mr. Francis Menager, S. J., acted as Faculty Moderator. 4 4 4 S K A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 73 (£lp? (glitb We were fortunate to see an old institution revived at Seattle College under the direction of Mr. F. Menager, S. J. What the Glee Club has accomplished this year is evidence enough that there is no lack of musical talent. Great credit should be given to the director for his painstaking work with the songsters and to these same songsters for having contributed so freely of their time in order that the Glee Club might become a reality and a success. A notable event of the year was the entertainment given by the combined Orchestra and Glee Club on Feb. 12, 1916. First Tenors— Joseph Vautier Raymond Beezer George Baillargcon Second Tenors— Roger Coughlin Emmett Coghlan Maurice Sullivan William Long First Bassos— Andrew Sedlock Lester Schorn Leo Barton Second Bassos— Robert Neil an Thomas Earles John Mitchell 4 4- t. 74 TII K r A L E S T It A GLEE CLUB AND ORCHESTRA ENTERTAINMENT 4 1— “Hello Frisco” - Louis Hirscli S. C. Orchestra 2— “The Storm fiend”....................................................j. C. Roeckel Solo by A. Sedlock 3— “Down Among the Sheltering Palms”......................................A. Olman S. C. Orchestra 4— “Pale in the Amber West,” Reverie.................................J. A. Parks S. C. Glee Club 5— “Spanish Waltz”..........................................................G. Rosey S. C. Orchestra 6— “Poor Little Lamb,” Plantation Lullaby............................J. A. Parks Quartette—Glee Club 7— “Tennessee, I Hear You Calling Me”..............................J. Godfrey S. C. Orchestra 8— “Aloha OE” ---------- Q. Lilinokalani Duet—W. Long, E. Coghlan 9— “She Sang Aloha to Me”.................................................J. Carey Unison and Quartette—Glee Club 10—“America I Love You”......................................................A. Gottler Ensemble—S. C. Orchestra and Glee Club ) -� a S ♦ -S' E A T TI. E C () L L E G E A N X IT A I. 75 Umptinn txi JoBpplj Qtasttbui, 3. PRESIDENT OF SEATTLE COLLEGE. One of the most enthusiastic gatherings of the Student Body in Assembly Hall was occasioned by the reception tendered to our Reverend President, on March 20, 1916, his feast day. The exercises of greeting consisted of the following program: llrnyram I. March—“I’m Awfully Glad I’m Irish” ... Address of Welcome ----- “R-E-C-T-O-R”............................ A Poem—“'Phe Awakening - Recitation—“Erin’s Flag” ----- Quartette—(a) “Love’s Old Sweet Song” Chorus—(b) “Stein Song” - II. A Greek Offering—“Anthology” -Latin Address—“Ad Multos Annos” Violin Solo—“Irish Melodies” - “'Flic Countersign” ------ “Upidee”............................... Recitation—“The Exile’s Return” “Naval Militia” ... - College Orchestra Lester Schorn, ’16 Class, ’17 Emmet Coghlan, ’18 Maurice Sullivan, ’19 S. C. Glee Club - S. C. Glee Club W. O’Neill, 4th High B. Gorman, 3rd High .VI. Earles, 3rd High R. Kelly, 2nd High Chorus, 1st High F. White, Prep. College Orchestra In response, Fr. Tomkin, S. J., thanked the students for the honor they had shown him as President of Seattle College. In his remarks he recommended more loyalty to our Alma Mater, and urged all to encourage by personal interest every activity of College life. i- + 70 T II E P A L K S T H A The year 1915-1916 had an ominous appearance even at the start. With less than two weeks to prepare, we were summoned to the hall to try and do a little entertaining, for the First Friday of October. Needless to say, the Faculty and Students were charitable. Class ’20 pulled off their annual “foolish stunt” by adorning a certain water tank with a large blue “20. Of course the others tried to do something original. Class ’19 put out a P.-I. advertisement, gratis. ’22 put a wash rag on the flag pole and ’24 hung a newspaper on their window. Cochrane, our worthy Class President, was Captain and “individual star” of the College football team. AIcGettigan was chosen “class jester” early in the year. He is good for a witty remark about once even- month. The criterion is, when Garrick smiles or Ryan has a spasm. O’Neill and Garrick have their usual Trigonometry feste with their Professor, while the rest of the “would-be” sharks, arc encouraged to counteract the advice given in that oft quoted line, “Woodman spare that tree.” April 4th. Cochrane enjoyed his usuial siesta this afternoon. Our two good looking boys James Ryan and Angelo Manca, have a wonderful future ahead of them; debaters and after dinner speakers. The feature of the day fraught with many difficulties is reached at 2:55, when the daily “Extra Study” list is posted on the wall. Incidentally there arc some who have to cancel important engagements after class. A1 Mayne’s one-lunged pushmobile can be seen struggling along 10th Avenue frequently, at the terrific speed of one mile an hour, under favorable conditions. It is rumored that A1 has challenged Hook Schram’s Tin-Lizzy to a race on the—well,—any twenty per cent grade race course. .V E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 77 “Georgie,” alias “Kid” Garrick, the famous inventor of the class, is making a vcstpockct sized periscope which he intends to put on the left hand corner of his desk so so that he can lamp off the doings of Broadway and Madison. Was it McGittigan who answered, when asked where one might find spicy literature, that it could be found in all up-to-date cook hooks? Ask Jimmy Ryan why typewriters get rattled. He has a solution all his own. McCullagh, the budding author, has left us for the forsaken parts of the desert town of Tacoma. He is not expected to return from the wilds. McGcttigan has more than abundant material for writing his “Fifteen Nights in a Barred Room.” { April 17th. The Trigonometry sharks covered fifty pages of matter in one hour. Mr. Engle, who left our ranks early in the year, to the great regret of the assembled few, wc arc pleased to say is rapidly advancing to the Presidency of the S. P. Railway. Every morning the class was startled by a grinding noise, closely resembling the cranking of Schram’s au—Ford. It was Harrington who discovered that it was Crowley’s Ingcrsoll, lately installed in the northwest corner. Like every other good machine it requires cranking. Call in and see it, sometime. ; But, pardon us wc must close, as only a limited space has been reserved. With malice toward none, with charity for all, We arc Respectfully, FOURTH YEAR HIGH. m M M ,M '4 ,1 ©lttrii ftear ijiglj PETER BACHINO. Little is known about Pete except that he hails from the old coal city, Roslyn, the only city with a destiny—at least so Pete says. He always wears his hair in a pompadour which stands up like the bristling quills of an irate porcupine. But you need not be afraid of Pete for though he is a solemn youth he is quite satisfied to enjoy the quiet hours of his college career and to be at peace with all lie meets. Michael Pecarovicii. Shall you wonder gentle reader, if wc introduce you to one of the strongest factors of our class as the “Invincible Mike.” “He is a terror on the gridiron, a wizard on the diamond,” but his dashing propensities are not confined to athletics. If you hear every T II K P A L K S T U A morning the corridors re-echo with a slam of the door of 3rd Year High, when the hands of Fr. Burke’s dial have already passed the hour of nine, it is because one of Mike’s proverbial dashes lists been accomplished. Matthew Murphy. There is still a mystery hanging about the person of this youthful student. His sudden reappearance in our midst after an absence of two semesters during which he attended the classes of Gonzaga University, has aroused the suspicion that he has come to snatch away the laurels of the class. For we must confess that Matt has no superior for endurance in the steady grind of the classics. We sincerely hope that Matt has come to stay for his excellency for hard work and methodical study will reflect great credit on his whole class. Frank UN '1'. Lynch. A youth in ways but not in years, a youth given to dreams and fancies. Frank believes that “a little nonsense now and then is relished by the best of men.” To the detriment of his other studies he even goes so far as to find a delight in the witticisms of Hieroclcs. If Frank has any inclination to join the class baseball team lie is strongly advised by the class to carry his lunch while running the bases. Bennett Gorman. Wentworth has no puzzles for Bennett. We are told that he was caught (once) in an outburst of joy. On being questioned as to the cause of this unusual display of emotion all his lips could mutter was the historical “Eureka” of Archimedes of old. His spare time must be taken up with studies for he is always late to secure a place in college activities. John L. Sullivan. There is only one question that John cannot grasp; that is, two negatives make a positive. As he has the happy lot of never urging his point in an argument it’s no wonder to us why John’s difficulty is still unsolved. But still his professors and his fellow Students cannot help keeping their patience with him for he is the Benjamin of the Class. Donald Burke. There arc many good things that could be said about Donald but it will suffice it to say that he was chosen by the class as the president for both semesters. Donald, we are told, seeks relaxation at the Capitol Hill Tennis Courts to forget the weary moments of the Chemistry sessions. Retiring, but no means inactive, our worthy president has demonstrated in many occasions that he is an aspirant for the public platform. (?) S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 70 George Dreany. George is our artist. He can draw anything from a fish to a hard boiled egg. But, believe me, he'll never draw a landscape until he forgets Butte and lines up as a Seattle booster. Yet be it said to his credit that George has brought from Montana the searching propensities of the miner for he never relents in search of the nuggets of knowledge, however hidden they may lx- to the eye. Michael Earles. Mike’s great triumph is that he has succeeded in combining the dulcet notes of music with the ever-living terror of the school boy, Greek, for it is rumored that he takes out his violin, places his Greek grammar before him and sings “Adikos. adikos, adikon” to the tune of “Listen to the Mocking Bird.” “Always on time, “A kind word to all” arc some of Mike’s mottoes. George Siepman. Another of our illustrious students! It is said that he carries his Greek grammar to parties and picnics so that the guests may know of his wonderful diligence. He has been cultivating a special friendship with the god Morpheus in our class-room. George’s pleasant and cheerful countenance is due to the fact that lie swears by the words of the poet, “Smile and the world smiles with you; weep and you weep alone.” b 4 4 “OUR CLASS SONG” Air of “When You Wore a Tulip.” Third High. I rambled to a book-store to a dealer whom I knew. They say he is a Jew, but I was feeling blue. The studies piled upon me simply made my poor head ache, A pony, though I. will be now just Jake. I'll slip it over teacher, over dad and mother, too, For when my notes come home they’ll say “My boy we’re proud of you.” Chorus. So I bought that pony, that second-hand pony, And drove him to school each day. My life was all cheery, no lessons were dreary, For in Latin I held sway. I lived in clover, all worry was over. What cared I if it rained or not? For I had that pony, that second-hand pony, And finished strong first on my trot. My notes sailed up to 90 and at times to 95, All honors seemed to strive to catch me still alive. The application medal seemed already mine by luck, When one fair day that horse began to buck. For teacher nabbed that pony, round his legs a rope he threw, And when that month I averaged up I had just 52. 80 T II K P A L E S T li A Chorus. So when I had that pony, that second-hand pony, And drove him to class each day, My life was all cheery, no lessons were dreary, For in Latin I held sway. But since teacher’s copped him, my brain’s kept a’hoppin’ To answer the questions each day. Oh. come back, dear pony, you second-hand pony, And take all my troubles away. Here’s to the class of third year high, Here’s to our motto true, “Nati ad majora” words To serve us our whole life through. Here’s to our friends, the best on earth, As true as the noon-day sun, Here’s to the fellows of third year high, Here’s to class 21. Who-Who-Who am I ? I’m a loyal third year high. Hoop-la, Hoop-la, Hoop-la Hi, Third year high. i fear ijtglt ON September 7, 1915, Second High began another year of hard work. During the summer month. the Class had rested, and had now returned with full determination of surpassing the lemarkable record which it had made the year before. We set our standard, and have lived up to it. For in every department of College life the Class of ’22 have been conspicuous, and no game, contest or exhibition would be complete without a representative. On September 17th, we elected the following officers: President, Thomas Donahue; Vice-President, Leo Barton; Secretary and Treasurer, Frederick P. Riley; Sergeant-at-Arms, Donald Carroll; and under these men, the class started forward on its most successful year. In the realm of studies we have made good progress. Under the painstaking care and the watchful eye of Rev. M. J. Hourican, S.J., we have marched bravely on with Caesar and his troops; have delved into the depths and beauties of English, and have become proficient in other branches too numerous to mention. Mr. Louis B. Egan, S.J., Professor of Mathematics, has introduced us to the mysteries of Geometry; a study which indeed proved a mystery for many months. In the Glee Club we were represented by Leo Barton and Vautier; while the latter and Vance Moriarty upheld the reputation of the Class in the Orchestra. Seven men were chosen for the Elocution Contest, and three others will take part in the college play. Twice have the members of the Class appeared before the Student Body during the past year—on the occasion of their Class Specimen and on December 17th, when they assisted in the celebration of College Day. Both appearances won for us admiration and applause. In Athletics also, the members of ’22 have been unusually active. This year we numbered 82 T II K P A I: K S T U A five men on the Football squad, while two have made the Baseball team. The self-sacrificing spirit of the men. who turned out in these two lines of sport, must be specially commended. A word about our class celebrities. We have them, so has every other class. Still ours arc our own and that is why we want you to know them. First of all, there is Leo Barton. When Leo begins to aid the Glee Club with his melodious voice, the audience usually settles back and waits until the solo is over, while the other singers simply stop—they know that it is useless to go on. And then there is Needles, who usually moves us all to tears with his wonderful recital of that pathetic piece, “Smiting the Rock.” Needles is an actor, at least that is what some people say who saw him in a performance on St. Patrick’s Night. We wonder if it is true! Fortune granted Con. Hickey beauty and wisdom. The latter gift is most apparent when the Testimonials are distributed in the beginning of the month. But he is not the only one so favored. Many of our classmates form part of the monthly Honor list. You will hear more of us in years to come, for we promise to keep up the reputation we have made, and to live up to our motto, “Animo ct Fide.” 4 4 4 “THAT BLESSED JUG” Air of “Funiculi Funicula.” Secon'd High. If you only know and learn your lessons daily In Second High (bis), T is then your life is calm and runs quite gaily, No cause to sigh (bis). But if sometimes we fail to do our home work, Which is quite wrong (bis), We know that then from jug we never can shirk, Oh! hear our song (bis). Chorus. X1, Y9, Latin and English too, Amo galinas, Tell me do you too? Rosac, rosarum, Bonae, bonarum, We’ve got the Latin bug, But of all the things wc hate on earth It is that blessed Jug. 'Flic mazes of our class in Physiology Are deep and dark (bis), Quite intricate our round of daily study, Oh! stop and hark! (bis). The lessons surely keep us plugging From night till dawn (bis). And if an answer’s missed we all go jugging. Oh! hear our song (bis). SEATTLE COLLKGK ANNCAL 8.3 dFirat f ?ar iSftgly C C E H J M M M Is Hugh Callaghan, who has a back scat; From his head to his toes he's not quite five feet. Here is Frank Cotter, you’ve seen him before. He’s at home on the diamond, where he piles up the score. Stands for Evans, whose big, happy smile Gladdens all hearts within a square mile. Is for Hart, who plays the violin; Ed’s not very tall, nor is he so thin. Shows us Jackson, who lives on the Hill, And lately has started long trousers to fill. Is Magee, with his smile of good cheer; Latin for Vincent produces no fear. Now comes Frank Mcnne, not mentioned before; If we do it again we’ll have an encore. Is for Monahan, of First Base fame, Give him a chance and he’ll make a great name. 84 TII K P A L E S T R A M Is for Mootz, whom they all call “Joe;” Forever and ever, of worry a foe. M Now we see Morrison, so small and so light; Is it true, as some say, that he studies all night? M Stands for Joe Muche, so modest and shy; With his nice, modest ways he’s sure to get by. O Here comcth Oscar, so graceful and neat; Oscar’s quite handsome—now, please don’t repeat. O Stands for Ouelette, who is with us no more, He’s gone to Detroit—did you hear it before? P Is not Patrick, but stands for young “Nick,” Who never plays baseball, well I don’t think. Q S S Is a lad who studies his book; If John wore long trousers, now how would he look? Shows us Simpson, who is big, strong and cheerful. When Sherritt plays football, some others arc fearful. Is for Stratton, who is always on time, There’s too much to be said, so we’ll just make a rhyme. V Now cometh young Van, who loves to read books; We’ll say nothing at all about his good looks. w Is Watt, a lad without care; Now don’t be surprised,—this boy is “some hear.” 4 ir CLASS SONG Air of “Hurrah! for the Flag We Love!” First High. Prep ’23, grim and loyal, Sheds honor on College and home. 'File step we’ll keep As we onward sweep, Determined at duty’s command! “Carpe Diem” before us; Its Brown and Green streams above— Home, Class or on field, Its spirit we wield! Rah! Rah!—for the Class we love! S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 85 iFirst f ar Sitijh anil (Culln}? lag ON the seventeenth of December our crew of First High were to be found deep in the din of the hall. At the appointed time for our appearance our leader, Monahan, togged in all the fine points of a drum-major, started the class procession, headed bv our Gazoo band. Following this wondrous and awe-inspiring aggregation came two substantial pall bearers transporting upon a stretcher the sorrowful remains of our Football team which distinguished itself by yielding to the Minims two games out of three. This spectral sight was followed by the guards of First High whom we can recommend for their bravery in action and especially in peace. A young giant, Simpson by name, followed close upon the “milites fortes” hauling along behind him a large and clanking chain which almost drowned the music of our much-to-be-appreciated ( ?) band. He led—WHAT? When his huge form had passed down the hall a short distance it revealed to the searching eye a poor, small, and suffering goat (inanimate) with “22” emblazoned on its sides. The goat of “22” was a great success with all except that class. Once we solemnly encircled that hall, and then once again, to the tunes, “Here she comes, there she goes,” “Home, Sweet Home,” and other stirring melodies executed by our Class Band. In the second round, Mcnne and Simpson, the keepers of the goat, with bulging eyes and swelling veins, cautiously lifted the tender animal upon the platform. At the same time “Cherub” Jack-son, stepping to the footlights, pulled a string, and a curtain, rising, Hashed the warning “Watch Baseball! Look before you step!” As the prospective players of the third team shook with fear at the glaring threat, the members of our class, heartily executing a yell for the College and grinning a grewsomc grin, took their scats. Immediately following this First High gave a comedy drama entitled “A Visit to the Class Family,” featuring Watt, Sharkey and Quinn, which was supposed to give an idea of the class family spirit on Christmas Eve. The curtain went up and disclosed the blushing and beautiful mama in the person of our soft voiced Sharkey. She was seated in a chair holding the darling class baby, commonly known as Chubby, in her lap. Chubby’s real name is Quinn. But isn’t it wonderful what changes a little paint can produce! After some idle and gurgling conversation at the end of which the infant goes to sleep. Santa bursts into the Class home. The many remarks that the talkative Santa, in the person of George Watt, had to make as he prepares to distribute the gifts must be hurried over. The Class Baby first received its rattle and nippled bottle. Mr. Senior Class and Junior Class same next. The former, now nearing graduation, must have graduating pins, and after soliloquizing on the labor expended in designing the same, Santa unwraps the horse-blanket pins, glittering in all their newness. Let us remark that the recipients were so highly delighted with their presents that they wore them home. Bully for them. Junior Class was aided towards the highest steps of its school career by a toy ladder. The Freshics arc now glorious in the possession of a long-needed class pennant. In black trimmings on a white field is placed their emblem, an ivory ball,—and scrawled in tapering form is their motto— “Nemo Domi”—the Latin equivalent for “Out to Lunch.” The intelligent staff of the Palestra were given with the utmost solemnity a few books by Shakespeare and other prominent authors, which contained unprinted pages, but upon which they could sharpen their wits. 8( T II E P A L K S T R A Amid prolonged cheers that bespoke the popularity of Mr. Dollivcr, our skillful leader of the College Orchestra was presented with a new and perfectly good ten cent tin clarionet, by which it is hoped that he will be encouraged to continue his successful efforts. But enough of enumeration. We shall leave the others to enjoy their gifts in silence. Santa Claus then wished all a most Merry Christmas and Happy New Year and departed to enjoy with his classmates the promising numbers of their elders. Nor, indeed, were their hopes disappointed. Irving Stratton, I. High. b Yei.l. H ickcty—R ickety—Whoopety—Die! What’s the matter with First Year High? H ullabaloo! Tarragaree! Carpe Diem! Prep ’23! S K A T T Ij E C O L L K G E A N N U A L 87 Amtounrement BEGINNING with the next term, September, 1916, the College and High School Departments will be conducted in the Seattle College Building, on Broadway and East Marion Streets. The Preparatory or Grammar School Division, which corresponds to the seventh and eighth grades of other schools, has been transferred to the Immaculate School on 18th and East Marion. The College Department furnishes the usual four-year course of studies leading to the degree of Bachelor of Arts. The instruction consists of a systematic study of the English, Latin and Greek languages and Literature, Higher Mathematics, Natural Sciences, History, Mental and Moral Philosophy and an advanced Course in religious instruction. The Academic or High School course 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 has also been made for Modern Languages, Elementary Physics and Chemistry. I 88 T II K r A L E S T It A $Ir?paratnni WE are called the “Preps” and so be not surprised it we arc prepared at all times to meet those much older than ourselves in all activities of the class room and of the Campus. Nay, we hope in a few years to be the leaders as we have amongst us prospective luminaries in all departments of learning. While there have been a few changes in the personnel of the class, we count the same number of students as last year. John Abrams, one of our class celebrities, can always be depended upon to give a learned opinion on any subject. Did you ever try him? William Bartholct, last year’s medal winner of the class, is a good entertainer intellectually, but above all socially, for he is ever willing to delight the student body, on a short notice, in Assembly Hall. He never fails to carry a first testimonial at the end of the month and for this reason he has been cheered by the crowd every time his name is called out. William Crowley, who counts the wilds of Alaska as his birthplace, is another of the hard working boys of the class. Archie Earles’ specialty is cartooning. He is the official artist of our little crowd. But no one can beat Tcrcr.cc Gallagher for first place in our Spelling contests. Besides he prides himself that his exercises are the neatest specimens Mr. Dolliver ever put his eyes on. Charles Gill, whose two brothers, James and John graduated from the College of Arts and Science, in 1913, promises to carry the honors in athletics for the class in the near future. Clarence Hatton has developed the wonderful characteristic of always “doing something.” He is the star “Yiddish impersonator of our bunch. Our next pluggcr is Leo Herkcnrath. His prominence on the baseball diamond secured for him the captaincy of our class team. Arthur Hudson is numbered among the “busybodics” and considers himself an adept in cn- S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N V A L 80 tertaining a crowd for he has always an anecdote “on tap” wherewith to entertain us. William Mayer must be given the preference for hard work; his hobby is arithmetic and the word “give up” isn’t in his vocabulary at all. We can boast of one pair of twins, Hugh and Joseph Moreland, who, though among the later arrivals, have worked their way up among our leaders. A third member of the Moreland family, Stephen, keeps us informed on Vancouver and Canadian affairs in general. Though seldom heard from in class affairs, Joseph Morris never disappoints the crowd with a recitation, provided you give him time. Emmett Navin thinks the class has enough intellectual luminaries to give us a reputation, so he has decided to lead us in the baseball line. Patrick O’Rourke has proved to us that he can solve any difficulty, cogitate all sorts of questions on any subject. His capacity for knowledge is indeed phenomenal, for lie is “thorough.” Our esteemed “jitney extractor,” who goes by the name of “Dutch” Joseph Ratigan, needs no introduction. He is too much awake not to be noticed by the crowd. Frank Walsh, our latest arrival in the class, completed his eighth grade before joining our class, but realizing that knowledge even in our department is quite profound, has decided to take a post-graduate course in this department. And now we present to your our class President, the Hon. John White, who bids fair to become an orator of force, if we judge by his present elocutionary powers. Even though circumstances compelled him to return to his home in Montevideo, Uruguay, we think it right to make mention of Harold Gruncbaum, who had become one of the most popular hoys in our midst during his short stay. Well, dear friends, our list is finished. Suffice it to say that we are a promising lot of students, and watch us next year as we enter the High School course, striving with might and main to carry further laurels for our class. 00 TII E P A L E S T H A “WHERE THE RIVER SHANNON FLOWS” Oh! a Rabbi’s son was dying, And his friends about were crying, But the Hebrew boy kept sighing, Plant ine where the Shannon Flows.” Death’s darh shades about were falling, And his sanguine streams were crawling, But the Yiddish boy kept calling, “Take me where the Shannon flows.” “Oh! inter my bflrtes in Erin, Dig a grave and place me therein, In the land of Erin, wherein The Fair River Shannon flows.” For old Nick my soul is seeking, Round the whole world he’ll be sneaking, But he’ll never think of peeking “Where the River Shannon flows.” R. J. Neilan, '18. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N X U A I. 1)1 THE year 1915 claims undisputed honors over the past in the football line. Not that we can boast of a winning team, but that the material making up the team was of a better quality. The splendid turnout of the College men to join the squad was partly responsible for these improved conditions. But the greater part of our success, of the enthusiasm and of the athletic spirit manifested at the College this year is due to our coach. Charles Moriarty. Coach Moriarty came to us from Gonzaga U., where he was Captain of the Varsity team of 1914. He realized from the start that the material from which to select a team at Seattle College was not in abundance. One of the most noticeable features of his work was the persistent drilling he put the boys through, his regular appearance on the field in spite of other duties. All these served to impress our students that determination and hard work are the main factors to raise the standard of football. Taking the season as a whole, we played comparatively few games. Up to the present year the “Midgets” was the only representative team of the College, and they found it easy to get a fair schedule with teams of their size. But this year our first team was too heavy for the Midget class, and perhaps a little too light to tackle the strong High School teams. If the men who made the team this year return to us this fall imbued with the same spirit that carried them through the last season, we may promise ourselves a bright outlook for the future. Our sturdy little team tackled their first opponents of the season on the Walla Walla field bv meeting the aggregation of some husky, well-groomed lads under the name of Spaldings. In vain did the College boys attempt to smash the Spaldings’ line. Harold Cochrane, who played his first game for the White and Blue, came out of the fray as a fine sample of what they are doing in the trenches over in Europe. McAtcer, the elder, blames the line for the lack of a score. Spaldings made their 1.1 points in the first half. On October 21 our budding team ran into defeat, administered by eleven picked men from 92 TII K P A L E S T11 A Broadway High School. Jupiter Pluvius made things uncomfortable for the players by an incessant pour of rain, which turned the field into a slippery, slimy, slow mud puddle. The only score made by the College boys was due to the sprinting of Cochrane over 45 yards towards the goal. A fumble and a blocked punt were responsible for our defeat. Our next game was played with the boys of the Redmond H. S. From start to finish the superiority of team work on the part of our boys was in evidence. We won our 28 points with ease. We cannot praise enough the fine treatment accorded our boys by the local team after the game. Columbia Park was the next battlefield against the warriors of Franklin H. S. Snappy, swift football playing was a feature of the contest. We realized from the start that we had been pitted against a much heavier team. Still the boys fought bravely till the last quarter, when the only touchdown scored on the field gave our boys the victory. But the most interesting games played during the season were the rival battles staged on our own campus by the school teams. Class spirit ran high, bunches of rooters in the corners of the field livened up the contest, and the players never let up for an instant, spurred on by the class veils of their supporters on the line. The College boys worked till late in the evening, kicking and rolling in the dark, battling in the glare of the street lights to put over the final score that gave them the victory over the academic bunch. 4 4® '4 GAMES PLAYED Seattle College-Spaldings ..................................... 0-13 Seattle College-Broadway H. S.................................. 6-13 Seattle College-Redmond H. S.................................. 28- 0 Seattle College-Franklin H. S.................................. 6- 0 COLLEGE GAMES First High-Minims ............................................ 7- 7 First High-Minims ............................................. 6-26 College-11 igh School ........................................ 19-16 THE TEAM .V E A T T L K COL L K G K A N X CAL 93 ('ll Alt I.KS A. MOKI AltITV. A. 15. (Football Coach) 94 T II K V A T K S T R A THK SQUAD SOCCER LEAGUE ir 4 I hc following teams were organized at the College, the “Humming Birds,” “Nightingales,” “Hornets,” “Yellow-Jackets.” Two series of games were played on the College campus, the Nightingales winning the first against the Humming Birds. The second series were won by the Yellow-Jackets against the Hornets. Fr. Burke, S. J., is highly pleased with the results of the league. The games were intensely interesting owing to the enthusiasm of the players throughout the season. Below is the complete record of the series: First Series— Games Played Won Lost Tied Percentage Humming Birds (Callaghan, Captain). 11 3 4 4 .428 Nightingales (Gallagher, Captain).... 11 4 3 4 .571 Second Series— Games Played Won Lost Tied Percentage Hornets (Long, Captain) 12 3 5 4 .375 Yellow-Jackets (Imhoff. Captain) 12 5 3 4 .625 S E A T T L E COL L E G E A X N V A I. 95 laa bctll When Springtime comes frolicking over the lea, And birds in the tree tops go twitter-twee-twee; When the lawn-mover’s racket is heard o’er the lawn, And people decide that the Winter has gone,— Then the thoughts of gay youth, some rhvmstcr has said, Turn lightly to love until Springtime has fled. But poets prevaricate, and sometimes they lie, They fib and tell stories, as both you and I,— Tho Cupid owns Summer, runs Springtime and Fall, He’s cut out with Springtime by Old Man Baseball. While this bit of poetry is obviously salvage from the waste basket, it embodies quite nicely the fact that Spring and Baseball are names to conjure with. In the early dawn of Spring, when the whisper of Baseball goes abroad, the imagination is stirred, the breast swells, the pulse quickens: the apathy of Winter is shed like a garment, and re-creation takes place—also recreation. Prescinding from the elevated; it was a rather weak-looking outfit of inchoate Cobbs and Kauffs that assembled in the handball alley in response to the summons on March 3, 1916. The loss of the three individual stars of last year’s machine—Hinchey, star thrower; Bordeaux, cleanup man, and John Gill Bachelor of short garden—represented a misfortune not easily overestimated. However, the guiding genius of S. C. baseball was on the job, and we found among our Student Body a square-shouldered youth with amazing control and a beautiful slow ball. Michael Pccarovich became first-string pitcher. Also some benign fairy persuaded Cochrane that half-backs make short stops. The fairy was right but nobody came forward to fill Wilfred Bordeaux’s home-run shoes. Beezer, pre-empting the keystone sack; G. McAteer, halving with Coughlin on third, and Donahue, utility, all last year Midget men, completed the list of new players. “Iron Man” Mitchell was shifted from second to first base, and also insisted on pitching. Coghlan picked up a spit ball and made a fine relief pitcher to Pecarovich. The team Father Burke moulded together was a fine defensive one, and while not a slugging team, it was a combination that might at any time break up a game, as often it did. The 1916 team, headed by Captain J. McAteer, had on the whole a rather successful season, spiced as it was in several places by hard luck. T II K V A L K S T R A 96 A crack pitcher and a fast team gave the College a reputation strong enough to merit for the first time in years a game with the local “Giants” of the Northwestern League, flag winners for 1915. This game, most unhappily, was called oft owing to the interference of J. Pluvius. Our success and reputation and glory are due in no small measure to the conscientious coaching of Father Burke, the battery work of Mike and Riley, and the cooperation of the whole squad. Be this as it may, the team in “communi Concilio” and unanimously has selected Lester Schorn, our handsome manager, as the individual star of the season. The reason is because he arranged the finest schedule of games we have played in years. 4 ♦ 4 BASEBALL SCHEDULE AND SCORES College Opponents March 17—College vs. Walla Walla Giants at Lincoln Field....... 17 11 March 28—College vs. Broadway High at Lincoln Field............. 9 13 March 29—College vs. Ballard High at Adams Field................ 0 6 April 1—College vs. West Seattle at Hiawatha Field............. 9 4 April 3—College vs. Queen Anne High at Mercer Field............ 1 6 April 4—College vs. Franklin High at Columbia Field............ 4 5 April 6—College vs. U. of W. Frat. on College Campus......... 14 11 April 9—College vs. Fisher Bros, on College Campus............ 16 8 April 11—College vs. Seattle School of Engineering on College Campus 14 2 April 15—College vs. Everett High at Everett.................... 2 4 April 19—College vs. Alumni on College Campus.................. 13 5 April 22—College vs. Fisher Bros, on College Campus............. 9 7 April 29—College vs. Walla Walla Giants on College Campus..... 13 2 May 2—College vs. Broadway High at Lincoln Field 7 4 4- 4 THE BROADWAY GAME By far the most interesting and best played game from the College standpoint took place on May the second, when the College engaged Broadway High on Lincoln Field. Broadway has this year an exceptionally strong lineup. Further, her record up to May 2nd was perfect. In a previous encounter hard luck handed the College boys the short end of the score, but with Pecarovich pitching air-tight ball and McAtcer’s men going strong, Broadway’s Waterloo occurred. 'Flic College tribe played a noble game. Patten showed in the sun field like a big leaguer. Captain McAtecr showed no preference for fly balls, taking them everywhere. Earles showed the fellows how to bat while Coughlin starred on third. Pecarovich was the hero, working like a Big Six, he left eleven Broadway players stranded. He and Patten each garnered a three-base blow. Runs Hits Errors . . 4 10 4 Seattle College 4 4 4 .. 7 9 0 THE FORT WARD GAME On May 11th Captain McAtecr and his men culled out a holiday, and, sailing over the briny deep, cast anchor at Fort Ward, where they engaged the boys of Uncle Sam in battle royal. Seattle College won. the score was 4-2; the innings numbered sixteen. Michael Pecarovich was the one big star of the game. For sixteen innings he toiled, and emerged from his labors as fresh as ever. He was rather miserly with his hits, allowing only six in the entire game: one in the 2nd, 7th, 9th. 12th. 15th and 16th. Besides Mike garnered two two-baggers 97 .S' E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L and scored the winning run in the 16th. Patten’s big club sent in three of the four runs. Mitchell led in the offensive with four blows. Ray Beezer and Cochrane deserve special mention for fielding. Private Rose of Fort Ward fanned twenty-two men. A THE JUNIOR TEAM Rather late in the season, but with no lack of enthusiasm in responding to the call, the younger boys have organized the Junior team, with Cotter of First High as Manager, and Donald Burke of Third as Captain. The other members of the team are O’Neil, W. Earles, Baillargeon, Nick Pccarovich, J. Sullivan, Moriarty, Ratigan and Morrison. Under the careful coaching of Mr. L. J. Hcney, S. J., a strong contingent has been developed which promises to be a big factor in Junior baseball circles of this city. A good schedule is being arranged for the remainder of the season. 'Flic two games already played resulted in victories for our boys —the Columbia Cubs losing by a score of 9-0, and the H. N. S. of Ballard 19-7. 4 b b YARD LEAGUE Winter Schedule— Pirates (M. Pccarovich, Captain) Cubs (Long, Captain)............ Giants (Logan, Captain)......... Spring Schedule— Cardinals (Cotter, Captain).... Cubs (Long, Captain)............ Giants (Logan, Captain)......... Pirates ( Pccarovich, Captain)... Placed Won Tied Percentage . 9 4 1 .444 . 9 2 .222 ,. 10 7 i .777 Placed Won Tied Percentage . 9 2 1 .250 . 9 3 1 .375 . 9 6 0 .666 . 9 6 0 .666 May 3—Giants defeated Pirates in championship game, 5-4. Robert J. Neilan, ’18. 98 TII E P A L E S T P A FOOLOSOPHY FOREWORD: Before proceeding further we wish all our readers to consider the following: On the occasion of his 693rd birthday, Cain held a little party and was unfor- tunate enough to tell a joke. Now Abel grew sarcastic, whereupon Cain grew peeved, and went into the house. In a moment he returned with his dinosaurus club on his shoulder, his hair parted in the middle, and dressed in his Sunday clothes. Abel grew nervous and asked. “Why this display?” His brother answered gaily, “I’m dressed to kill.” And then he Moral: Laughing is healthful; try it. 4 4 4 WE WANT TO KNOW WHEN Schorn will wear his gambler’s suit? Neilan will realize his ideal? McGettigan will buy tobacco for himself? The kids will quit snipe-shooting? Manca will give a debate? “Smack” Coghlan’s nick-name will be misapplied? Reilly will discard those pink—( ?) ? G. McAtcer sleeps at home? H. Cochrane can tie a bow tic? School will be out? 4 ♦ ♦ Analytics: One morning the Class rested uneasily while Father Gabriel amused himself at the board marshaling those weird trains of weird figures, such head-achy things. Suddenly he paused in his analytical calesthcnics. “No, said he, “we can’t truthfully call this F. What shall we call it. Roger Coughlin had a helpful suggestion: “We can truthfully call it ’L. can’t we?” 4 4 4 Third Year History: Professor—“Where is Smyrna located?” J. Sullivan (fingering the map)—“Near the A in ASIA.” 4 4 4 Philosophy: The tribe were soaking up a little Logic. Father Forhan gave Jas. Mc- Atccr a syllogism to prove—“America is the greatest country on earth.” “Cipher” had gone S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 99 south but when Beezer’s No. 10 aroused him, his patriotism trickled over in its feverish effervescence. He forgot to syllogize. “Of course America is the greatest country on earth. I was horn here.” “Huh,” replied the Professor, “I fail to apprehend the weight of such arguments.” 4 4 4 How They Come in the Morning: Neilan and Coghlan. Morris and Leo Sullivan. Hart and Nash and Fcrgusson. Donald and Bennett. Garrick and Mitch and his spring suit. Mike and Nick. 4 4 4 Tacomania:. A resident of Tacoma, famous for his oratorical powers and also for his sweet voice, was enlarging on Tacoma’s beauties. “Tacoma is so beautifully laid out, you know.” “Yes,” remarked an S. C. Freshman, “an’ if Seattle wuz as dead as your burg, it ’ud be decently laid out, too.” 4 4 4 Famous Sayings of Famous Men: “Fairy” Hay in Analytics—Who was the guy that said, “Tempus fugits”? T. G. Earles—Gone are the days, the happy days I used to know. Dear Jimmie Ryan—Laugh at a teacher’s jokes and you arc trying for a drag; don’t laugh and you arc flunked. George Watt—Some squirrel, eh? 4 4 4 Have You Seen: Tom Earles on time? Lovell turning handsprings? McGcttigan studying? The Jug Room? Billy Long in action? Coach Lynch? The “Palestra?” Squire L. Phool. 100 T II K I A L K S T U A AUTUMN Summer’s splendors now aflecting Herald days of cheer; Gaudy woodland’s smile a greeting,— (iolden Autumn’s here. Empty barns are overflowing With the bounteous yields; Golden-rod in cluster’s blowing By the fruitful fields. Like bright blankets out a-airing Look these hollowed hills; Cloaks the brightest Nature’s wearing As her fancy wills. Now in truth we all are living Neath the skies so blue; Wine-like air the frosts are giving, Hazes earth's rim woo. Gossamer fairies 'bout are drifting, Loose’d from Autumn’s fold; Such dcli'jhts arc Nature’s gifting Until Winter’s cold. When the snowflakes softly falling Proclaim Winter’s thrall, White-robed Nature’s heard a-calling, Farewell, farewell. Fall. R. J. Neilan, ’IS. S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N X V A L 101 ®hi Agathmt Raymond C. Ouelette......................................................................President Thomas P. Ratican.........................................................Secretary and Treasurer James McIntyre...........................................................................Librarian ‘4 '4 4 Gerald Morris William P. Long Frederic Sell rani Frank M. Lynch Thomas S. Simpson I vCO M. Sullivan George J. Baillargeon Leo M. Malek Joseph J. Dunden Martin J. Gibbons 102 T II E P A L E S T It A • - -ft SCIENCE CORNER - — Srxttt Were an individual called upon to express an opinion concerning the relative importance of the many varied manufacturing industries of the present, and have no more knowledge of them than is to be gained by mere superficial observation, he would no doubt find himself sorely perplexed. There are thousands of industries, each and every one of which form a greater or lesser part in the great machinery of life, and take their place in weaving the immense fabric of modern civilization. But let him seek for the basis on which all the productive efforts of mankind rest; let him ask himself, what is it that forms the implements of the farmer, the builder, the artisan; what is it that binds together remote countries by facilitating transportation; that forms our engines, dynamos and machinery of every description. It is iron—that metal, which by reason of its own immense intrinsic value has come to lx called the “King of Metals.” This reflection made, it is but a short step to reach the conclusion, that the iron industry ranks first among all the other productive industries of modern times, and for this reason the processes used in the preparation of iron and steel from the crude ore should be fraught with interest to the ordinary individual. The metallurgy of iron may be comprehensively studied under three headings; first, the ores themselves; second, the processes of reduction whereby the crude ores are purified and the metal obtained from them; third, the methods of treating the metal to obtain iron of varying hardness and otherwise differing in properties. Under this last comes the preparation of wrought iron, steel and the several varieties of special steel. The principal ores of iron are the oxides and sulphides. Of these the most common is “red oxide of iron,” otherwise known as ferric oxide, and iron sesquioxide. The ore in which it is found is called hematite from its appearance which is greatly similar to dried blood. Black or Magnetic oxide is found in the lodcstonc, Swedish iron ore, and the scales which fly off in forging iron, is one of the richest ores, containing seventy-two per cent of the metal. Iron carbonate is found as spathic and clay ironstone, and often contains varying amounts of manganese which fits it for the preparation of certain kinds of steel. Iron di-sulphide or Pyrites is found in golden yellow cubical crystals, the resemblance they bear to gold earning them the name of “fool’s gold. These ores are found in a great many parts of the world—they are widely distributed and abundant. When mined they arc generally mixed with a number of impurities, especially the sesquioxide and the carbonate. These contain silica which gives the ore a rocky character. The first step in the process of reduction is the heating of the ore in a current of air. Chemical reactions take place; the carbonate sulphide and hydrated oxide being converted into simple oxide. The manner of removing the oxygen from this latter and changing it into the metal is a very simple one. A tall furnace is constructed of stone and lined with fire brick. At S E A T T L E C () L L E G E A N N U A L 103 the top is an opening for admitting the materials, and at the bottom are pipes for forcing in hot air. The furnace is filled with limestone, coal and iron ore in alternate layers, and the fire started. In the intense heat produced by the forced draft, carbon from the burning coal combines with oxygen of the iron oxide, forming the gas carbon di-oxide. 'The limestone or calcium carbonate forms with the silica and other impurities a richly colored glassy substance known as “slag,” which floats on the surface of the molten iron. The latter is drawn off from the lower part of the furnace, and run into sand molds to cool. The carbon di-oxide before reaching the upper part of the furnace, is partially decomposed by the intense heat into carbon monoxide, a very inflammable gas. Pipes near the top collect it and conduct it to the engines, where it may be used as fuel, or again it may be employed in heating the air blast. The most common forms of metallic iron are cast, and wrought iron and steel. The product of the blast furnace process above described is called cast iron. It is brittle, cannot be welded, and is neither malleable or ductile, but has the property of expanding at the instant of solidification so as to copy exactly every line of the mold into which it is poured. This fits it perfectly for castings, from whence it derives its name. Cast iron contains varying amounts of carbon and silicon, with smaller amounts of phosphorus and sulphur. When cooled rapidly, the carbon remains in chemical combination with the iron, and the product is called white cast iron; when slowly cooled, carbon separates in flakes of graphite giving it a darker appearance. Cast iron usually contains from five to ten per cent carbon, and a special kind containing manganese up to the extent of twenty per cent is known as spicgle iron. Wrought iron is made by burning the carbon from cast iron in a current of highly heated air in what is called a reverbatory furnace; the flames from the fuel being directed downwards on the materials by a powerful blast. The charge of cast iron melts, and the silicon, sulphur and other impurities arc oxidized, producing acid anhydrides. Limestone added along with the iron performs the same function in this case as in the blast furnace; i. e., a slag is again formed. Carbon is oxidized and escapes as carbon di-oxide. As the carbon is burned out, the iron tends to solidify, the purer metal having a higher melting point. The materials in the furnace are stirred constantly with iron rakes or “puddling sticks,” as they are termed. In this manner the small lumps of purified iron are gathered together in one large one. The next step is to forge the wrought iron as it is now called, under the crushing blows of a gigantic trip hammer, or in an hydraulic press. The white hot metal is pounded into shape, and streams of slag forced out of it. Finally it is run through grooved rollers which brings the particles of iron closer to one another and give the whole a fibrous structure. Wrought iron contains usually less than three tenths per cent of other substances and differs greatly from cast iron. It is not so well suited for use where there is great pressure, since it is easily bent, and is not clastic. Drawn out it forms wires of great tensile strength. It may be rolled into thin sheets, and is tough, malleable, may be forged into shape and welded. It melts at a temperature of about sixteen hundred degrees Centigrade, or five hundred points higher than cast iron. Steel contains less carbon than cast iron, and generally more than wrought iron. It is therefore made from the former by burning out part of the impurities, by either of two methods, which arc known as the Bessemer and open hearth processes. The former bears the name of its inventor, Henry Bessemer, who introduced it into England in 1855. 'Flic reduction is carried on in great egg-shaped crucibles, mounted on trunnions and connected with gears to facilitate tipping over for filling and emptying. The bottom of the Bessemer converter is perforated by 104 T II E P A L E S T U A circular openings, through which a blast of intensely heated air may be forced. The crucibles are about fifteen feet in height, nine feet in internal diameter, and arc constructed of iron, lined with some refractory substance. Several tons of the best pig iron are melted and run into the converter. Hot air is driven in through the openings in the bottom, and bubbles up through the liquid mass, producing an intense combustion. The roar of the blast, the white hot flakes of slag whirled upward, the long flame streaming out at the top, variegated sometimes by tints of different metals and full of scintillating iron; all show the play of tremendous chemical forces. The operation lasts about twenty minutes, when the iron is purified of its carbon and silicon. Cast iron or spicgle iron is then added to give the steel the desired percentage of carbon, else the product of the Bessemer converter would differ but little from wrought iron. The great crucible is then tipped, a glowing mass of boiling steel rushes forth and is run into molds. Later the ingots so formed, are hammered or rolled into rails, girders for structural purposes, or whatever form is desired. Open hearth steel is made in a furnace very similar to the puddling furnace. The process requires a greater length of time; four to eight hours being necessary. Its advantage over the Bessemer process lies in the reduced cost of maintaining the plant, and in being able to control the quality of the product to a greater extent. Open hearth steel is used for finer purposes than Bessemer. Armor plate, gun castings, tools and the like are made from the steel produced in this process. Steel usually contains only a few tenths of one per cent of carbon, and less than one tenth per cent silicon. It is hard, malleable, ductile and melts at a lower temperature than wrought iron. It can be rolled into sheets, forged into shape, or cast in molds, and has the property of taking temper. By heating it to a high degree and then plunging into water or oil, it becomes very hard and brittle. On carefully reheating this form, varied degrees of hardness may be obtained. Special varieties of steel arc prepared by adding a very rich alloy of iron with certain of the rare elements, such as, molybdenum, chromium or tungsten, to the molten steel in the converter. In this manner the percentage of alloy can be quite exactly calculated. The purpose in adding these metals is to give the steel greater hardness and a higher melting point. While the processes connected with the preparation of the several kinds of iron are not as intricate, or wonderful perhaps as in some other industries, still they arc of the greatest importance. Without iron, or without methods of preparing it for its innumerable uses, our machinery, modern buildings, bridges and a thousand and one implements of every sort might never have been formed, nor mankind ever made all those mighty steps in the path of progress, which the world has witnessed since the dawn of this—The Iron Age. Cyril Per ex boom. S E A T T L E COLL E G E A N X U A L 10 ArkumuUiigrnmtta 4 ♦ 4 To all who have in any way contributed to the work of producing the 1916 “Palestra” our sincere thanks are due. The editors would call the attention of the friends and students of Seattle College to those merchants who have placed their confidence in the advertising columns of the “Palestra” and whose cards may be found on the following pages. They should not be forgotten. !()(� T II K P A L K S T U A LIST OP OUR ADVERTISERS A Alveolar Co„ Dentists American Savings Bank Archway Book Store Armourdalc Meat Co. B Bass-Hueter Co., Paints Bcezer Bros., Architects Bivens Drug Co. Bonncy-YVatson Co., Undertakers L. S. Booth, Title Insurance Broadway Laundry Buffalo Junk Co. Buty Co., Real Estate C Capital Hill Pharmacy Thomas J. Carroll, Jeweler C. B. Cash Store, Grocery Cedar Grove Dairy Cheasty’s, Clothier Ambrose Chiapper, Fruits Christie, Alex., Auto 'Fops Collins Bros., Undertakers. Commercial Importing Co., Teas, Coffees D Davis Bros., Jewelry Dinham Strehlau, Shoes E East Union Bakery Evans, Stationery Eversole Optical Co. F Furuya, Japanese Importing Co. Franklin-Wicks Auto Co. G Gorr aga University H Hart, Schaffncr Marx, Clothiers Hay Brothers, Barbers Heckman, Henry, Coal Hoblit .cll, Mrs. Carl. Vocalist Hyatt Fowell, Business College J K Kaufer Co., Catholic Supplies Keenan, J. F., Grocicries Knickerbocker Tailors Kelly Printing Co. Kelly-Springfield Motor Truck Co. Killoren, J. F., Insurance L Lang Stove Co. Lueben, Costumer Lowman Hanford, School Supplies M Manca’s Cafe Mayer, Jos. Bros., Jewelers McIntyre, J., Eggs Mclsaac, J.. Transfer Metropolitan Press Minor Pharmacy Mission Pharmacy Murphy Candy Co. Murray Meat Co. N New England Dye Works Northwest Progress O Oakland Motor Car P Pacific Coast Coal Co. Packard Velie Co., Taxicabs Phillips, Dr. A. 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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 A. CIIILBERG President RESOURCES, $11,000,000.00 .T. K. CIIILBERG M. J. SIIAI GHNESSY Vice-President Vice-President Bank J. F. LANE Cashier A I) V E R T I S E M E X T S 117 If your boys want to study and you have to send them away, send them to SPOKANE, WASH. 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THE SHOE MEN Two Stores 1403 Third 318 Pike Street Lang’s Hot Blast Smokeburning Range It the New. Modern Range MADE IN SEATTLE F. S. LANG MANUFACTURING CO. SALESROOM—1532 WESTLAKE AVE. Telephone Elliott 720 Phone East 4945 The Palm Cash Market C. C. ROWE. Prop. Deliveries Promptly Mado Give us a trial 981 20th, cor. E. Union 120 A I) V K R T I S K M K X T S Hart Schaffner Marx CLOTHES UNDER OUR Right Selling Plan Offer the greatest values on the clothing market. Under this plan we have no sales—no cut prices—just one low year ’round price to every man no matter when he buys. Everything that’s new in suits for men and young men is here, SIS to $35 M. Prager Co. CORNER SECOND AND SENECA The Home of Hart Schaffner Marx Clothes WHEN IN NEED OF Devotional Articles Call at our store before purchasing, as we are jobbers and importers and can supply you at most reasonable prices. THE KAUFER CO. 1122 THIRD AVENUE Phone Main 4173 The Spalding Hard-Court Tennis Ball Has Met the Approval of the Most Critical Players A FAST DURABLE BALL A. G. SPALDING BROS. 711 2nd Ave., Seattle, Wash. A 1) V E R TI S E 31 E X T S 121 Armourdale Meat SOB Company Quality and Service” 4 4 4 IPMrams® ftlfoo s wlh® A $v®irftD§© m ftDa© STALL 9, SANITARY MARKET Patetea PIKE PLACE CARL F. POEPPEL. Manager Phone Elliott 2756 TO Compliments of MURPHY’S CAMPY SHOP 1014 Second Avenue Compliments of the Second Year High “Keep your eye on us” O A K l_ A N D Eight $1735 N. W. OAKLAND CAR CO., 517 East Pike Our Advertisers are our best friends. Let us not give our friends the “cold shoulder” This means you 122 A I) V K R TI S K M K A T S STEVENS Fourth Near Pine Phone Main 3911 New Dances in 1 or 2 Lessons Private Young Lady Assistant No Difference If You Haven’t Danced Before STAGE DANCING KODAKS FILMS Get a Camera, and if you have one, use fresh N. C. Films Frank Wi son’s Archway Hook Store 224 Pike Street The Winning Combination KELLY-SPRINGFIELD I SERvici Capacities, 1 to 2 Tons, Chain or Worm Drive; 3£ to 5 Tons, Chain Drive Logging Trucks and Trailers a Specialty Kelly-Springfield Mot� or Truck Company HENRY E. SCIDIIDT, Manager 511-533 East Pike Street Phone Elliott 4469 Don’t Forget Sheehan Bros. Western Meat Co. Wholesale Butter, Eggs and Cheese Special Rates Given for Church Dinners and Large Entertainments 4 4 ‘4 4s 4 4 ASK YOUR GROCER FOR “BLUE RIBBON” BUTTER Main 694 Elliott 1186 SEATTLE Compliments of 3rd Year High “The Class that Leads All Others” A I) V K R TI S K M E X T S 821 EAST PINE, Opposite BROADWAY HIGH EAST 1031 S. B. PRAU8CHAINSKY The original and leader of boys and young men's tailored suits. Keep your boy in a suit that is made for him, as it won’t cost you any more than the factory made suit. We will make any style you suggest and he will have a suit that will stand wear, look smart and tailored to fit him perfectly. We carry wool suitings only, we give him the best trimmings. We take care of the clothes, no matter what the cause is, free for one year and press his suit once a month free. We make straight and knickerbockers from fine merchant tailoring remnants from $1.50 and up. East 6256 2002 E. Marlon m. j. mcintyre PRICES RIGHT C. B. Cache Store We Solioit Your Patronage MclNTYRE’S MRS. SIEBE, Prop. Candy, Ice Cream and Soft Drinks Home Baking a Specialty BUTTER, EGGS AND CHEESE TEA AND COFFEE 102 SANITARY MARKET Elliott 2906 Staple Groceries Full Weight Quality Guaranteed For Costumes of All Kinds LUEBEN COSTUMING CO. Official Costumers for 1 lu Standard Opera Company 1923 THIRD AVENUE Elliott 5041 Rear Moore Theatre SEATTLE, WASH. RELIABLE SERVICE PACKARD Phone East 8698 TAXICABS Alex. Ghristie PHONE DAY AND NIGHT 1100 EAST PIKE STREET Designer and Manufacturer of Elliott 320 Automobile Tops, Wood and Metal PACKARD. VELIE TAXICAB SERVICE Bodies for Pleasure and Com- Main Office. 610 First Ave. At Totem Pole mercial Purposes Bivins Drug Oo. RELIABLE PRESCRIPTION PHARMACY A Clean Store Prompt Service PHONE MAIN 2090 JAMES AND BROADWAY fife @ Webster Stevens SHOES J MW 1 6 Commercial Photographers Amateur finishing Rromide enlarging Copying lantern slides Repaired While You Transfer at James and Broadway mmor WMW Phono Main 3743 4134-42 Arcade Bldg. SEATTLE. WASH. Broadway Shoe Hospital 509 East James St. 123 124 A I) V K R T I S K M E X T S McClure’s Magazine refers its .Northwestern patrons, who wish to take a course in Business Training, to the Hyatt-Fowells School. This service is never given by McClure’s haphazardly or at random, but only after careful local investigation, and is another evidence of the high standing of Hyatt-Fowells. Send for Literature HYATT-FOWELLS SCHOOL A Business Training School of the Highest Class Entire Top Floor New Vantages Building, Seattle BUSH LANE PIANO CO. SEATTLE □ □ Gorona Blend Got fee MANl FACTI KKItS OF UPRIGHT AND GRAND PIANOS “The Cecilian” Roasted and Delivered Fresh Every Day All Leading Makes of Talking Machines, Music and Musical Merchandise Commercial Importing Co. □ c Wholesale Retail MAIN 1061 1012 Western Ave. SEATTLE eovwpWrts A jBjRJ UET ■fr 4- «§• Paid®© Cml SO R nHir s M Aw. A 1) V E U TI S E M E N T S 125 EAST 532 EAST 618 Mission Pharmacy Prescription Pharmacists W. G. HERMANN. Prop. 901 19th North cor Aloha SEATTLE. WASH. LOW PRIGE RELIABLE JEWELERS DAVIS BROS., 715 THIRD AVENUE Personal attention given to all. Watch and Jewelry repairing. Ask about us. M. J. BBEZER LOUIS BEEZER Beezer Brothers Architects 903-906 NORTHERN BANK BUILDING SEATTLE, WASHINGTON BROADWAY LAUNDRY 1823 Minor Avenue MAIN 3752 HENRY HECKMAN, Office Stetson and Post Mill, Foot of King St. SEATTLE Children’s Hair Cutting A Specialty HAY BROS. Barbers BROADWAY NORTH at JOHN 126 A I) V K It T I S E M E X T S AnilPCTinitf POP PPOPP CHPC Are student of Catholic Schools and Colleges UULjIlUll lUIV IlVUrLjOUlVj Encouraged to Read Catholic Papers? “A Catholic paper is a perpetual mission.”—Pope Leo XIII. “I would make any sacrifice, even to the pawning of my ring, pectoral cross and soutane, in order to support a Catholic newspaper.”—Pope Pius X. “The most religious people in the world, if they only read bad newspapers, will at the end of thirty years become a nation of unbelievers.”—Cardinal Pie. “The growth, persuasiveness and influence of the printed word especially in the newspapers have transformed the circulation of ideas.”—Cardinal O'Connell. THE CATHOLIC NORTHWEST PROGRESS IS YOUR HOME PAPER TELEPHONE MAIN 1728 KKFKKEXCE: ANY BANK IN SEATTLE Sartori Company Loans and Investments Seattle Grain Drying Co. 910 L. C. Smith Bldg., Seattle It. S. ItTOlil. Secy ,v Trcas. Minor Pharmacy BROADWAY. CORNER MAOISON East 295 Graduate Pharmacist in attendance at all times. Patronize our fountain. Prescriptions a specialty. We Deliver Just Start the Victrola Whenever You Want to Dance The Victrola furnishes the best music for everybody. For two people or two dozen. We will be glad to play the latest dance numbers for you at any time you find it convenient to come in. VICTROLAS $15 to $400 Third Avenue at Pine Sherman ,Jflay Co. Easy Terms if desired SEATTLE Elliot Home Bakery 1111 E. OLIVE Phone E. 535 Genuine Home Made BREAD CAKES PASTRY Phone Elliott 2520 Murray Meat Co. Stalls 2. 3. 5. and 25. 26 CORNER MARKET 1508 Pike Place Seattle Phone Elliott 912 SEATTLE DAIRY S. STRAY, Prop. Wholesale and Retail MILK, CREAM AND ICE CREAM WE SUPPLY SEATTLE COLLEGE 2200 LADD PLACE. MAIN' PLANT. 1415 EIGHTH NORTH 608 HENRY HECKMANN Dealer in WOOD AND COAL OFFICE: STETSON AND POST MILL FOOT OF KING STREET, SEATTLE PROVIDENCE HOSPITAL Conducted by THE SISTERS OF PROVIDENCE SEATTLE, WASH. f------------------------------------------------- • 1 V S-Je