University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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IO THE REDWOOD VOICES OF THE NIGHT HEJV amid the dim shadows of evening As the night breeze so softly glides by, I hear in its sorrowfid murmurings, Glad voices that never will die; Glad voices that whisper of beauty, Of joy that will ne ' er cease to be, And again in the lull of its murmur Sweet music is wafted to me. Once there came o ' er my spirit a sadness, A sadness I longed to dispel, And I questioned, c! tell me kind spirit, tell me if all is now well! ' Then I listened again to the night wind As it kept on its way through the dell, And the voice of a whispering spirit Spake the answer, With thee all is well. ' James Lester (Pierce, ' 08.

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THE REDWOOD Kuropatkin, started on their return trip to San Francisco. How they were chased and almost caught by the Cruiser Petronoplatz is another story, as is also the many wonderful adventures that befell the members of this strange Amer- ican club, when tbey too, led by the ace of diamonds, were sent on wild and helpless quests. Beverly, however, came back safely and, I believe, gave the $50,000 to a lunatic asylum. Foresight — wasn ' t it? Gerald P. Beaumont, ' 05 Spc ' l. LIFE ' S WORtl JJOT till the ardent heat of life, The race For place, And passions gathered in the strife Are past, ' Does each his life ' s true work begin At last. In manhood then we clad our soul To fight For right, And backward turn us toward the goal Forgot To know what is our life ' s true work; What not. J. Earl Seaton, ' 08.

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THE REDWOOD ii AN ARIZONA EPISODE One evening late in May two dust- covered cowboys rode into the little town of Arwaca in southern Arizona. They rode up to the only store in the town, an old adobe building containing the post office, the dry-goods depart- ment, the grocery department, and the house of the clerk all in one. In front of the door were tied several horses be- longing to other cowboys who had stop- ped over to see what was going on. The two men dismounted, tied their horses with the rest, and went into the store. Hello! Charley! said one of the men who was lounging in the store, just come in ? How are the cattle down below on the flat? O pretty fair! — not much water though, was the answer of one of the late arrivals, a tall, well built young fellow of about twenty-five. He was dark and to all appearances very strong. His attire consisted of a pair of chaps, a blue shirt, a red bandana handker- chief around his neck, and round his waist a leather belt well stocked with cartridges and from which hung a six shooter, seeming altogether in keeping with the wearer. The other was a short man of about thirty years of age dressed much like his companion, but unlike him, rather clumsily built. Those two men are the best friends on the range or in Arizona, for that matter, remarked one of the loungers to another. Yes, was the rejoinder, they seem to be together a powerful lot. Yes siree! where you find one you ' ll find the other every time. By this time the two men having quit the store with a few articles they had bought, were riding on their way. They camped that night about two miles above the town. The two men were silent and went about their separate tasks without a word. After supper when the dishes were put away and they sat down for their customary smoke, the older man broke the silence. Charley, what ' s the matter with you lafely. today especially. You seem so quiet and seem to have forgotton how to talk; what ' s the matter, man? Well, Joe, I might as well let you know what I am thinking about. There ' s no use beatin ' around the bush and it might as well be settled now as later. His words were few and to the point. Joe, he continued, you have to quit Salver or quit me. That fellow ' s a bad egg, and I won ' t have anything to do with him or any one who does. Now you ' ve got to swear to me right here and right now, that you ' ll have nothing more to do with him or else you and I split trail and separate to-night. Say, Kid, exclaimed the other, jumping up from the ground, do you know that you ' re talking to me now? Don ' t you think I ' m old enough to choose my own company ? If you dont, '