St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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Qnprlema Tinting HISTLING cheerfully, Jack Hardy was cross- ing the campus when Patsy Horgan, the yy varsity coapqh, firsthespiedhhim. Qigcllipnngg tYY,13F2 f B7Qy his stride t e coac caug t up wit ar y and began talking rapidly. Horgan needed ' A ' A no introduction. Even the unsophisticated Freshies knew him for what he was-the man, who since the dawn of the Rugby era upon the Pacific Coast, had turned out team after team of winners for Stoneiield University. Strange I haven't seen you out for practice, my boy, pursued the coach as his eye measured the splendid build of the younger man. What's your name ? he continued. Not strange at all, drawled Jack. I haven't been out. That's the main reason. My name is Hardy-Jack Hardy, he supplemented, eyeing the coach with frank curiosity. Well, then, why haven't you P demanded Horgan, again surveying the massive shoulders of his companion. I've just been in college about a week, retorted Jack, and moreover I hardly know the goal posts from the dress- ing-room about Rugby. I knew it was too late in the sea- son to come out for elementary practice. You're a Freshman, then? interposed the coach. No, Sophomore, smiled Hardy. I spent my Fresh- man year at Michigan. Coach Horgan viewed the youth with newly awakened interest. Last fall,', he remarked, a Michigan Freshman's drop kick won the game from Chicago. That Freshman's name was Hardy, he added with a questioning glance up at jack. For Horgan was as small in stature as his successes were great. Hardy reddened under the coach's gaze but finally an- swered. I guess I'll have to plead guilty as charged, he smiled, and then sought to change the subject. But Patsy Horgan was not to be denied. '- in . said ' .4 It

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HEART YEARNINGS 13 Of verdure and of flowers 3 so round about Eyeing the light, on' more than million thrones Stood eminent, whatever from the earth Has to the skies returned. -Il Paradiso. Robert L. Chambers. 61112 Bamning Bag The darkening shroud of night now slips away, The cloudless east is Hooded with a light And painted, as by artist's touches, bright With crimson welcome to awakening day. No motion of the vessels on the bay, No hurry of a bustling city's mightg But only peace and solace in a sight, When man still slept and nature yet was gay. Oh ne'er can sight be seen, a sight more grand, A sight more full of nature's beauteous charm, Than when the night is rolled away from earth, Defeated by the first appearing arm Of burning sunlight, that to all the land Is herald of the joyous daylight's birth. Chas. B. Lafferty.

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HHOPELESS HARDY 15 You come out to the field to-morrow, my boy. I guess you don't need elementary practice. Wait and see, prophesied Hardy as the two parted company. And resuming his cheerful tune, the Sophomore proceeded towards his room. The following afternoon the Stonefield squad to the num- ber of forty were perfecting themselves in the delicate art of catching punts, when jack Hardy arrived upon the field. jack was clad in the battle scarred togs that had served him at Michigan. His headgear, shin guards and especially his huge block M came in for many a stare from the two score panting, dusty performers upon the chalk-lined field, as Coach Horgan hurried over to greet the new arrival. Hardy, viewing for the first time in his life the spectacle of a Rugby team in uniform, hesitated, and then started for the gate. Hey, Hardy! Wait a minute, called Horgan. Jack waited for him to draw near. Sorry to trouble you, coach, apologized Hardy as Hor- gan approached. Say, where is your Rugby team anyhow? This is the field, isn't it? interrogated jack, his eyes upon the white posts. What do you suppose this squad is ? demanded Horgan rather sharply, as he more than half suspected that Hardy was kidding him. Oh, gee! Is that the team? asked the youth. Why, I thought they were the track team. You don't mean to say they wear that rig in a real game? inquired 'Tack as he noted the bare legs, the thin jerseys, and then remarked his own heavily padded suit. They sure do, answered the coach, with a twinkle in his eye. There's something I can do, suddenly exclaimed jack, as one of the squad muffed a spiral kick. What's that? asked Horgan with a chuckle. I said I could catch punts, returned Jack. Oh, I thought you meant you could miss 'em, sug- gested Horgan, and both laughed.