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

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V. W. Hallinan J. L. Martinelli J. J. Lister M. I. Cronin G. J. Casey D. W. Daly

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16 THE IGXAT AX rative relates what may be called one of the really dramatic incidents of the war. Mother Dear: In October. 1918, at Romagne sous Montfaucon. an isolated “77 was picking off my men. We maneuvered and killed the Bosche gunner, and I took his name-tag. Last night I was billeted in this home, and Madam cleaned mv clothes. She came across the name-tag and said that it belonged to her son. She knew that he was dead, but she did not know that she was billeting under her roof the man who had killed her son. Mother, I had a strange feeling, but I had only done my duty. Affectionately, Joe.

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Soublp (UroHSpb ES, I agree with you.” remarked Michael O’Toole, for twenty years a member of the l nited States Secret Service, as he settled back into one of the luxurious morris chairs of the Fortieth Ave. Club, “men have put over some pretty big jobs lately, but when it comes to real clever work, work that requires brains as well as daring, you have to hand it to the female of the species.” “been tricked by some feminine opium smuggler?” queried Harry Rogers of the “Times.” always anxious to hear a good story. “Not exactly,” replied O’Toole, “but 1 have had occasion to admire the ability of a certain little woman, who, only a few weeks ago, made the entire ‘Service’ look foolish.” “bet’s have it.” chipped in Rogers. “Nothing would suit me better than to hear the story of your friend, the ‘female Sherlock. ” O'Toole extricated a fragrant Havana from his vest pocket, lit it, puffed silently for a few moments, and then began. “One morning, about two months ago, I dropped into headquarters to see if the chief had a case for me to work on. I had scarcely closed the outer door, when he grabbed me by the arm. and half dragged me into his private office. Having worked under him for five years. 1 immediately knew that there was something doing, for on only two or three occasions before had he shown such excitement. As soon as 1 was seated he began. “‘Sometime between twelve o’clock yesterday and eight to-day a set of plates for printing the Victory Liberty Loan Bonds was stolen.’ “‘What.’ 1 fairly shouted, ‘the bonds plates stolen? “ ‘Yes he replied, ‘and it means some job for us.