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

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St. Ignatius College Walter Linehan We pledge thee our lives, St. Ignatius, Thy symbols, the Red and the Blue. The Red is the heart 's blood of manhood, To honor and loyalty true. Yet the Red gives but half of the lesson. Earth 's peaks must not limit our View WVe must ever press onward and upward, XVith our eyes on eternity 's Blue.

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CONTENTS QU St. Ignatius College CVersej - The Return of Di: Pill CA Storyj The Dignity of the Small College Golden Hair CVerseD - - The Phenomena of Radio-Active Substances To Tamalpais CVerseD - - The Thread of Fate CA Storyj - Affectation CVerseD - - In Re Battling Nelson CFarcej - A Glance at Silicon and its Uses Washington - - - The Pemberton Case CA Storyb Editorials - - Alumni - Law School Notes University Notes - Cat-a-leap-tic CVerseD Athletics ' - High School Athletics

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The Return of Doctor Pill Morris Gordon. T was on one of those warm summer days when a soli- tary stranger was plodding his Weary way along a dusty country road. His sunken cheeks told of the lack of needed nourishmentg his unkempt hair and scrubby beard proclaimed his contempt for the conventionalitics of lifeg he was so abstracted from his surroundings that he seemed to be going onward, onward, merely because his legs moved mechanically and the road still stretched before him. Going whither? YVhither the road led. It was all one to him. He had passed the previous night in an abandoned barn. The burrs that mingled with the half-chewed hay, on which he had lain. still clung to his clothing. It had never occurred to him to brush them off. They did not impede his going. Going for what? To escape himself, as if that might he. He was a tramp from choice. Most tramps are. lllhy? It was his own secret. He had been a gentleman. That was plain. 'Nhat had dashed him down? It would be useless to con- jecture. But the stoop of his shoulders was not caused, as even a. careless observer might have seen, by the miserable bundle that he carried on his back, but by the heavy load that weighed upon his heart. His eyes were fixed upon the road though he scarcely seemed to see it. As evening approached, his steps grew slowerg and from time to time he raised his eyes. Sometimes barren rocky fields, sometimes patches of distant woodland met his gaze. A far-off cabin on a hill offered no invitationg a house miles away presented no attraction to his weary feet. Yet an empty stomach clamoring for food became each moment more insis- tent. A turn in the road fortunately brought a house in sight, just back from the wayside. It was the only one he had happened on that day. He shifted his pack and waveringly started for it. Had