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FIGHT 9EM HARVARD 13 men and unceremoniously dropped upon some bales of hay. When lie was able to grasp things and persons more clearly, lie realized that Parker—a rather bloody Parker—with a smile that was lacking two teeth, was wiping his face with a soiled handkerchief. Also, Partmour observed, Parker seemed highly elated over something, and was repeating in a sort of chant, 4‘The higher breed, the higher breed—Fight 'em, Harvard, Fight ’em! .... The higher breed!— I knew lie had it in him!” Then it dawned upon J. Bentley that the paean was dedicated exclusively to his, J. Bentley’s prowess in the conflict, whereupon lie drew himself solemnly, though unsteadily to his feet, and through very puffed lips, said with unruffled dignity: “I say, Parker, you’re entirely wrong—entirely. Merely entered the brawl to chastise the brutes that—that forgot their place. Really, you must understand, it was merely in the form of a reprisal—a reprisal, and all that sort of thing and you must understand it as such, really.” And then, as Parker laughed in loud, uproarious mirth, vague memories of the late conflict arose in J. Bentley's brain. He remembered now that he had heard the cry as from a distance in the thickest of the fight “Fight ’em. Fight ’em, Harvard!” He remembered—but no, it could not be—that he too had repeated and repeated and revelled in the words. ITe stopped, puzzled—he looked for an answer into the laughing, though blackened, eyes of Parker. “Did I really, Parker?” he said. The answer was emphatic. “J. Bentley, you did!”

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12 TIIE ION ATI AN or tousled hair—that was impossible—must be avoided at all costs—simply wasn’t done. Then a strange thing happened, an incident at which Fate herself must have smiled when she planned it. J. Bentley Partmour dropped his cane. Now Partmour knew that no one could go up the Avenue in the afternoon without a cane, no matter how urgent the reason, so he leaned over to pick it up. And then the very gods laughed. The stevedores were already around him, but J. Bentley, intent upon more important things, heeded them not. One jostled him—his eye glass dropped to the ground. Deftly his cane was kicked from under his nose. It was soon converted into tooth-pieks. A massive foot came down on his eye glass. A tiny heap of crushed glass showed where it had fallen. J. Bentley began to see red. Slowly he raised himself to his full height and then out of his throat rose a low, ungodly growl—a growl that might have come from the Grecian line as it stood at Salamis, or from Wellington’s Grays as they crossed Waterloo, or from the trampled fields of any football stadium when twenty-two young heroes convert themselves into human catapults. It was a growl of defiance, of battle—and it issued unrestrained from the lips of the very proper J. Bentley Partmour. An instant later he suited the action to the growl, if we may modify a time-worn saying to further the great cause of Literature and Truth. To describe J. Bentley’s strategy in this momentous battle would require a genius for narration far above my powers. Suffice it to say that he covered a great deal of ground—in more ways than one—and, to paraphrase the ancient chroniclers, he smote and was smitten with right hearty goodwill. I must add here, (it is my duty as a faithful historian to do so), that J. Bentley used his feet and his teeth also to excellent advantage. How long the battle raged. Partmour never knew. His first returning consciousness to the realities of polite life was when he was dragged from the scene of conflict by two police-

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Parent Or State? George E. Devine, 923 WHEN our American government was established, one hundred and fifty years ago, its founders took particular care to set forth plainly and unmistakably the rights of the people. They had fought for many years for an opportunity to exercise these rights; and it was of the greatest importance to them that the prerogatives of the citizens of this country should be clearly defined and strictly respected. By a Constitution which has been pronounced to be one of the . world’s most equitable doctrines, the people were guaranteed the free exercise of their natural rights; and by a government whose purpose it was to safeguard these rights, they have i rested secure in their enjoyment. Lately, however, the more observant among our statesmen and citizens have realized that there has come a dangerous change in the current of our national life. The old ideals of the Constitution, and the first principles of our government are not respected or held inviolate to-day as they have been in the past. There have been many instances of this divergence from our former traditions, but none, perhaps, so striking as that we have but recently witnessed. In our sister state to the North, an act was passed at the last general election which is of the greatest importance to all fair-minded, clear-thinking people, and to Americans, and Catholic Americans in particular. The provisions of the Oregon School Law have become so well known that it is not necessary to set them forth in detail; it will be sufficient to state that it compels all children between the ages of eight and sixteen to attend the public schools. After one of the most bitterly contested campaigns in the political history of our country, the act was passed by a majority of fourteen thousand votes. The first issue raised in the campaign was that of Americanism, and as the attack 4