University of San Francisco - USF Don Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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T !! l I- R ES II M A X . •7 alir SUurinr T itions how beneath his sway. 1 Kilims do lead him on his wav. Peoples tall beneath ids Monarch tremble at the sight ()f the warrior. Kverything he sees is Ids. I'or the braving of the arrow’s whiz. I 'verv country is his own. Kvery camping place the home ()f the warrior. lie is greatest of us all. Till they lay him in his pall. Then no more is he the best. As he takes the lasting rest ()f the warrior. Aikh.pm (i. SI’Tie . f

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T II E F K ES II M A X . 16 putting spherical and dirigible ballooning on the plane of practical usefulness I'or the last five years, there has been strenuous search for the practical solution of aerial flight. People of every class attempted the solution of this problem, having for their bond of association the common end of sky navigation. There is hardly a scientist of importance in the world today that has not expressed his views on this subject through the medium of long and learned essays. In all important scientific universities of Europe and of our own country, aerodynamics and the ‘accompanying experiments are included in the regular curriculum. The greatest problem, up to a few years ago, that the inventors of promising machines had to contend with, was the engine. I hit since the automobile is in such an advanced stage, it is much easier to acquire a light engine that will develop a sufficient amount of driving power. This is the reason for the increased activity in the .aeronautical field; for those who have given the subject sufficient consideration are convinced that the automobile manufacturers have developed in the gasoline motor, an en- gine powerful and light enough for aeronautical purposes. It is idle for people to suppose that those who have given their time and money to the advancement of aerial navigation. will not succeed: for to gainsay their success is to doubt the evolution of mankind towards perfection. Inventors do not give tip because of discourag-ment by the public, or danger to their persons. Some may lose their lives sutler the pangs of poverty and privation. and above all ridicule; but as time advances, the world changes sides and extends it helping hand to the deserving and the successful. Man once made his home in the caves of a hillside and nourished his body on the Jruil of the earth and for lack of roads used the trails made by wild beasts. Now. in the course of the evolution of man's nature, his spirit has been educated, and his mind trained, and made ready to appreciate the {light of man by mechanical means. The opportunity of developing an entirely new means of transit is within his reach and the mystery of aerial things, which has hardly been dreamt of by previous generations of man. may come to pass. (jKokck A. Nki.son.

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18 T II E FR ESI I M A X . i Clir Drsrrt ffliranr L( ) VLY over the whitened mountain top. that rose as a buttress against the further march of the desert waste, appeared the blazing rim of the rising sun. glistening the distant snow peaks to dazzling brilliancy. On this side of the I Hue Ridge Mountains lies the Colorado canyon, the boundary between California and Arizona. St ruing to lose itself in the bosom of the earth, its upright banks- the silent markings of a life of toil—the (Irand Canon has been wrought through centuries of effort by the Master I land of Nature. To the west the canon looks on the southern part of California, and a more dreary sight could scarce be seen in those days when irrigation was almost unknown and when our present smiling farms were but barren fields of weeds. As far as the eye could see tlu wasted sands of the Mohave Desert stretched out. sparkling Heath the blazing sun and overcast with a deadly silence that bespoke some coming tragedy. As the sun rose higher, it disclosed two figures resting on the outskirts of this arid scene. A man and his horse were camped beside the Colorado river. The horse was grazing on a sickly patch of grass that grew along the river’s bank: now and then the beast would turn around to see if its master were still in sight. Soon the man arose, stretched his sinewy arms, saddled his mount and then swung himself into place on the horse’s back. lie was making for the 3 liar Ranch situated at the foot of the Coast Range and close to Buena Vista Lake, having come from lower Nevada to take charge of his uncle s outfit. In his letter of appointment. he was advised to follow the course of the Colorado for thirty mile 5 after it leaves the canon and then to make a short dash across the desert. Hut since supplies had failed he deemed it unwise to follow that long route, and chose to make an immediate break across the mountains and around Death alley to his destination. In this way his journey was shortened but 'twas a hard one for the horse as the roads were extremely rough and rocky: but he figured that a day’s hard journey would not hurt the beast as it could get a good rest when the camp was reached. With a light heart, therefore. Jim Lawson, sprang to his saddle and ascended the mountain side: the summit gained, he gazed in silence upon the sombre desert that lay far to the south and west, beneath him stretched the valley of a thousand tragedies—the Valley of Death. Slowly guiding his horse down the barred slope, he rode along the base. The sun was now high in the sky. the heat was over-bearing. Suddenly the ponv halted, turned its head looked at its rider, and then, without a sign of warning, was off across the unwatered wastes of Death Valiev. Jim was stunned by the quickness of the move: he pulled the reins, hut to no avad: he pleaded with the maddened brute as he often did when herding cattle. but the poor horse was crazed with the sweltering heat. Bv the time Law-son was able to collect his thoughts he was well into the valley: turning hi-, eves toward his destination, everywhere he saw the same, nothing but the still desert, its sun-baked sands reflected the sun’s rays and caused a sudden dizziness in the now terrified figure on the fleeing horse. W ater was Jim’s first thought. Water, the same thought that comes to all wan