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

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F. A. Flynn I. P. Barnett J. J. Taheny J. M. Kenny S. D. Iveipsic M. Riordan F. W. Murphy F. W. Cleary M. I. Cronin L. M. Cahill E. M. McClade E. Sharkey T. Boyle C. V. Nolan I). W. Daly V. W. Hallinan

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22 the i ax at ax of timorous minds in fretful, distorted imaginings, wherein, details are exaggerated beyond all proportions to their actual importance,—suggestions that are fit objects, therefore, for the ridicule of sensible Americans. Moreover, there are those in the I’nited States today, and their number, unfortunately, is great, who base the safety of the nation on its geographical remoteness from the powers of the Hast. Fifts years ago the isolation of the American continent was a reality. Today—due to the rapid advance of science and the relatively incredible speed and facility of maritime transportation.—that which at one time was isolation the reality, is now isolation the illusory mist. Let us not depend for our national safety on defenses so obsolete as territorial remoteness. What, then, according to the tenor of this article should be the attitude of America? The purpose of this essay is not an infusion into the hearts ot its readers of a spirit of antagonistic and aggressive suspicion toward Japan. Its message is this: Watchfulness! Firmness! Preparedness! Let us stand by our rights and defend them. Let us be hopeful for the best, but let us be prepared for any emergency. Let us never permit the consciousness of our power to dim the national vision in its perception of dangers that are real and may be imminent. Watchfulness—without suspicion; Firmness—without arrogance! Preparedness—without militar- ism! This should be the attitude of America toward Japan. e Far out across the waters of the broad Pacific, an eastern eagle swoops and swims with lazy vigilance in the air. On graceful pinions, her powerful talons glistening and extended, her keen eyes frowning into the West she wheels above the nest she has usurped. From time to time she listens with intentness. She has heard the distant flutter of other wings. The silence is almost oppressive. Will she now scream— and break the peace—and die?

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The Pessimist of Gold-Bug Mayo J. Urolmi C“ OLD-Ht'G GULCH was a had place, goodness knows, y yet it was neither better nor worse than the ordinary run of early mining camps. It had its halt dozen saloons for every five hundred inhabitants, but the climate was dry and the inhabitants drier. It had its wide open gambling-hells, the shrines of miscellaneous wickedness, hut it made no apology for itself, offered no invitation to the straight-laced and virtuous; it simply said. “I am what 1 am. If you woo me you must take me for better or for worse . The ordinary inhabitant never bothered his brains to see on which side the balance lay. This call of the wild had filled his ears and the glitter of gold had dazzled his eyes. There was but one exception, Sob Stef fins, the man of the cool gray eyes and stubborn chin, rugged of form and the best pistol-shot among them. He had made up his mind on the first day of his advent, “Gold-Hug lied it it spoke of “The better ; and yet it seemed paradoxical that it couldn't be “Worse . Taciturn on other subjects, he was eloquent on the shortcomings of Gold-Hug. In the beginning, local pride was sensitive, quite a number loudly protested their anxiety to champion its name; some few were rash enough to make tin-attempt. Then Gold-Hug awoke to the fact that it was prouder of its new citizen than of its good reputation. At least it was willing to concede him privileges that it was still shy in granting to others. Hesides, it was no little distinction to be considered the worst place in tin world by a man whose pistol-finger was so highly respected. Hut if Seb Steffins found Gold-Hug so bad. he was far from being a severe moralist. The whole world was black to him; what else was to be expected of Gold-Hug. The town sometimes wondered, but never he. Every new fact