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SAN LARA siPn-, UNlV-ERSn Or , SAN1 CLAHA ' UlBBARY TUC REDWOOD October, 1916 iuNIVERSH SAN! X CLAP. UIBRARY CONTENTS PROCUL IN PELAGO (Verse) J. Charles Murphy 1 THE PARIS COMMUNE Leo Louis Gairaud 2 THE SEASONS ' CHOICE (Verse) - F. Buckley McGurrin 11 THE PLUMES ON A HEARSE - J. Charles Murphy 12 THE FOLLY OF WAR (Verse) - James R. Enright 18 OUR TRIP TO THE ISLES OF HAWAII - Louis T. Milburn 19 ALOHA (Verse) ' - Charles D. South 24 LATE SPRING - - - F. Buckley McGurrin 25 THE VOYAGE (Verse) - J Charles Murphy 33 EDITORIAL ___.-- -34 EXCHANGES - - 38 UNIVERSITY NOTES ------ 42 ALUMNI ------ - 49 ATHLETICS ------- 55 TOP ROW: E. L. NICHOLSON, EXCHANGES R. C. HOWARD, UNIVERSITY NOTES ROW; C. K. CANELO. BUSINESS MGR. J. C. MURPHY. EDITOR L. A. BERGNA, ASST. BUS. MGR BOTTOM ROW: J. R. ENRIGHT, ALUMNI L. T. MILBURN, ATHLETICS Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., OCTOBER, 1916 No. 1 Jprontl in lago © J. CHARLES MURPHY OWN by tke sKore wkere the crested waves skiver and dance and gleam, Down wkere tke flasking, sunlit spray laugks like a ckild in a dream ; Have you ever keard tke roaring surge drone its monotony ? Have you ever peered beyond tke swell, and looked far out to sea ? Now I can kear tke swisk and tke roar and tke moan of tke surf below, Now I can kear tke breakers roll, steady and sure and slow ; But tke melanckoly groaning song is a noble sympkony, For I peer beyond tke keaving swell, and look far out to sea. The Paris Commune Leo Louis Gairaud HE affairs of the Com- mune of Paris are so closely interwoven with those of the French Revolution that to fully understand all the forces at play, it will be necessary to take a short survey of the causes of the Revolution itself; the manner of life, habits and customs of the people of the city; and the state of Paris at that period. The Commune of Paris was the name given to the insurrectionary govern- ment, which, through its commissioners elected by the Sections, usurped the supreme authority. It was the munici- pal government, or Council General, of the Sections of the city, of which there were originally sixty electing delegates to the Council. The Council General was elected by universal suffrage, and from its members, the Mayor of Paris was selected by the central govern- ment; or, if not selected by them, was appointed by those in authority. The Council General was responsible for the maintenance of order to the Direc- tory of the Department of the Seine. A portion of the time during which the Commune held sway is known as the Reign of Terror. In the administrative system of France the Commune is generally the lowest unit. It corresponds in the ru- ral districts to the English parish or township, and in towns to the English municipality. While Paris was always governed by a Commune, the name has been applied to those revolutionary dis- turbances with which Paris seemed to delight. Thus the Commune has come to denote those specific times only, as distinguished from the ordinary gov- ernment. Paris was, during the eighteenth cen- tury, the center of learning, not only of France, but of the whole of Europe. To Paris flocked all the youths of the country. All those who wished to become famous in their chosen field of work, went to Paris and studied. Lou- is XV encouraged and helped the arts. He did not disturb the free utterances of the people, feeling that, if the peo- ple were free to talk and write, they would not wish to put their thoughts into action. On this account, there issued from Paris all the important papers, or pamphlets, many of which, political in character, had to be printed in foreign countries because of a special censure, and were shipped to Paris for distribu- tion. Before the revolution, Paris was the THE REDWOOD hotbed of reactionary ideas. Journals, pamphlets, and demagogues influenced the people to a great extent. When it is considered that a majority of the people of Paris were uneducated and poor, it is not astonishing how easily their passions were aroused; how easi- ly they were led; and how easily they were bent to the wishes of their un- principled leaders. The infamous Duke of Orleans threw open his Palais Royal to the people, and it soon be- came the news-centre of the city, where the majority of the journals were published, and where Camille Desmou- lins first roused the Paris mob in 1789, on the news of the dismissal of their favorite and friend, Neckar, from the cabinet, to rise and assert their rights. The events leading up to the usurpa- tion of the supreme authority by the Commune in 1792 must be examined. They will throw great light on the feel- ings of the people, and the means made use of by a few unprincipled men for their own benefit. There were three orders in France, the Nobles, the Clergy, and the labor- ing classes. The nobility and clergy were exempt from paying taxes on the basis of old feudal rights and conces- sions made by some of the early French Kings. This left only the laboring classes to furnish the vast amount of money needed to support the court in luxury and pay for the numerous wars. This heavy taxation, double in its char- acter as national taxes and as feudal tithes to their lords, fell most severely on the poorer classes. The wheat crops of the several years preceding the Re- volution were insufficient to meet the needs of the country because of heavy drouths. The lower classes were una- ble to buy bread in the winter time and starvation faced them nearly every year. This fact gave their leaders a decided advantage over the mobs. They used their hunger as a bait to lure the people on. They promised to give them plenty of food, and held out to the rab- ble promises of a time when they would not have to work and everything would be theirs. Such were the direct causes of the Revolution. The people demanded the convoca- tion of the States-General, which had not been called since 1614. Here the Tiers Etat or Third Estate, com- posed of the lower classes, wished the abolition of all exemptions and that the other classes should sit with them. This was refused by the King, and the Third Estate declared themselves the Nation- al Assembly, and again invited the oth- er orders to participate with them in their debates. Paris, on hearing the news, and in- flamed by the licentious journals full of the revolutionary teachings of Rous- seau, Marat, Robespierre, Desmoulins, and others, arose, and constituted a new government, with Bailly, the rep- resentative of Paris at the States-Gen- eral, as Mayor. The Guard of the city deserted the King and joined the Na- tional Guard, a new organization form- ed by the National Assembly. The THE REDWOOD King, alarmed, retired to Versailles, accompanied by his Swiss Guard and what troops were yet loyal, thus leav- ing the field free for the leaders of the mob. Then followed in quick succession various outbreaks on the dismissal of Neckar, the storming of the Hotel des Invalides to procure arms, and the fall of the Bastile, which marked the open- ing of the Revolution. The defection of nearly all the troops of the King, his Swiss Guard alone excepted, put him in the power of the Assembly. Neckar was recalled, but there was nothing he could do to stem the tide of destruction. The people had had their first taste of power, and no amount of talk could now arrest the torrent. Many suspicions of the fidelity of the King were entertained by the peo- ple. These seemed to crystallize, when the Regiment de Flandre composed mostly of young nobles, drank a toast to the King at Versailles, trampled upon the red cockade of the revolution- ists, and restored the white of the King. This, together with the bread riots of 1789, caused a mob to tramp to Versailles and force the King to re- turn to Paris, and take up his residence in the Tuilleries, practically a prisoner. When the King had removed to Pa- ris, the National Assembly, having fulfilled nearly all that was necessary for it to do, and having made prepara- tions for a new convention, took a sol- emn oath that none of its members would return to the new convention, and dissolved itself. The new convention, the Legislative Assembly of 1791, resulted in a great victory for the Republicans of Paris, the Royalists exercising no influence whatever. The Assembly was thor- oughly democratic. It convened at Paris, October 1, 1791, and was divided into three parties. The Peuillants, or Constitutionalists, then an insignifi- cant party, upheld the constitution and the monarchy. The moderate Republi- cans, called Girondists, because their leading orators were from the Depart- ment of Gironde, comprised the best men in the Assembly, such as Brissot, Roland, Condorcet, Vergniaud, Du- mouriez, and others. This party was opposed to unnecessary bloodshed and in favor of a federal republic like the United States. The violent Republi- cans, or Jacobins, called the Moun- tain because they occupied the high- est seats in the Assembly, were con- trolled by the Jacobin and Corderliers clubs, whose chiefs were Robespierre, Marat, Danton, Camille Desmoulins, St. Just, Couthon, Duke Philip of Orleans, and others. These red Republicans, or blood-thirsty revolutionists, were an- archists, and were the ones upheld by the Paris Commune. The attempted flight of the King which was frustrated at Varennes, oc- curred just before the dissolution of the National Assembly, and resulted in completely stripping him of his power. Henceforth, he was a prisoner. The Paris of 1791 which so enthralled the deputies from the provinces, was quite different from the Paris which THE REDWOOD had received the news of the States- General. True, there was just as much gaiety, but there was a different air in the salons, where gathered the popular heroes of the times. No longer were the Royalist salons the most popular; they were gone. There remained only the salons of the different factions; they were political in character, and waned or increased in popularity ac- cording as their parties waned or in- creased. The emigrations had deprived Paris of the wittiest and gayest of its frequenters; the new men of the pro- vinces were quite determined to make up for any lack of gaiety. All parties in Paris knew that things had gone too far now for any chance of amelioration. The Feuillants hoped that the Constitution — that collection of everybody ' s impractical ideas — would be maintained, and that the un- practical notions of the Constituent As- sembly would be allowed a fair trial. The Girondins, however, did not wish to overthrow the Constitution, but they wanted to establish a republic of an ideal type upon the basis it afforded. On the other hand, the extreme Jacob- ins, of whom the most typical were Danton and Eobespierre, were too clear-sighted not to see that both of these were unpractical. With a people wild for revolution, a Constitution ut- terly impractical, and with foreign ene- mies threatening from abroad, neither an ideal, but powerless monarchy, nor an ideal republic could by any possibil- ity be maintained. These extreme Ja- cobins knew that no government save that maintained by force and terror, could exist in these troublous times, and they were prepared to shed blood to attain their ends. The elections of 1791, which elected the Legislative Assembly, also changed the Directory of the Seine, the body by which the Commune was supposed to be governed. It remained, however, strongly constitutional, and on Decem- ber 5, 1791, protested against the de- cree of November 29th, forcing priests to take the oath or be deprived of their benefices. The head council, or Coun- cil General, took no notice of this pro- test, and the Directory then humbly announced that they had only protest- ed as individuals, not as a body. But their humility did not save them; they were later denounced to the Assembly by the Sections of Paris, and this pro- test of the Sections cost many of the directors their lives. This serves to illustrate how the power of the King had declined at the close of the year 1791, and how the power of the Sec- tions of Paris, or the Commune, had correspondingly increased, until they were able to dominate the policy of the Assembly. The Girondins, playing upon the peo- ple ' s love of war and adventure, de- cided that war was necessary for the glory of France; and soon, by their eloquence, had roused, not only the people of Paris, but also a large pr©- portion of Prance, to the desire for war. The Jacobins opposed this. Ma- THE REDWOOD rat said that it was the people who would suffer, and Robespierre claimed that it was unnecessary. It is here that the great enmity between the Jacob- ins and the Girondins began. Prior to this time they had been occupying the same club, but now the Girondins es- tablished their own. The King was in a difficult position. If he refused to sign the war-bill, he would be accused of treachery. If he did sign it, he would be declaring war against the very nations from which he had secretly asked aid. A long report by Dumouriez to the Assembly, in which he showed the ne- cessity for war, Avon them over to the Girondins, and the bill was passed in spite of the Jacobins. The failure of the King to sign the two measures against the Emigres, and against the Priests, led to the expul- sion of the Girondist ministers from the cabinet, on the suggestion of Du- mouriez, who now assumed the power of prime minister, which he had covet- ed ever since he had entered the minis- try. The Girondists were furious at Dumouriez ' supposed treachery, but when he tried to get the King to sign the two decrees and thereby make his position secure, the King refused. This upset all his plans and the only thing for him to do was to resign, which he did. One will naturally inquire what all this has to do with the Commune of Pa- ris. A few words will suffice to make clear the whole situation. The Com- mune of Paris, of which Bailly had been Mayor until he resigned, and his place taken by Petion, was answerable to the Department of the Seine, of which Due de la Rochefoucauld was the head. The dismissal of the mem- bers of the Girondin party from the ministry inflamed the populace, but not in the same degree as the dismissal of Neckar had, at the beginning of the Revolution. Neckar ' s dismissal was the signal for armed insurrections and riots, while Roland ' s and that of the other Girondists, was discussed heated- ly in the sectional clubs, where the leaders declared that nothing but the capture of the Tuilleries would satisfy them. But they were not qui te right. The movement of June 20th did not have such an ending. June 20th, the date of the first insurrection of what is known as the Paris Commune, stands apart from other days of the Revolu- tion, inasmuch as it was one of the very few on which, in a great popular dis- turbance, there was no blood shed. In this disturbance of June 20th none of the important leaders of the different parties had a direct hand. It was simply an attempt by the peo- ple of Paris, the mob, to influence the King to recall his late ministers, their favorites. Petion, the Mayor of the Commune, was in a critical position. The leaders of the movement, Santerre, the brewer, St. Huruge, and Legendre the butcher, wished some color of au- thority for it. Petion had power to THE REDWOOD grant this when the Council General was not sitting, as it happened at that time. But the Council General had re- fused their consent a few days previ- ous, and Petion knew that if he gave his permission he would be called to account, while on the other hand, if he did not, he would lose his popularity with the people. So he called together the administrators of the affected sec- tions, and the commanders of the na- tional guards of those sections, and shifted the responsibility on them. He saw his way out by letting the national guards accompany the people to pre- serve order, and issued orders to that effect. But the Directory of the de- partment refused its sanction, and is- sued contrary orders. When the peo- ple assembled on the morning of the 20th, the national guard commanders did not know what to do, and so events were left to shape themselves. The people marched to the Assembly and presented their petition through Santerre, and then defiled through the hall to intimidate the Assembly by a show of force. There was no intention to break into the Tuilleries, until the crush became so great that it was ne- cessary to open the gates to relieve it. The people wandered through the gar- dens, and then animated by some hid- den influence, demanded to see the King. They defiled through the palace of the Tuilleries, and only the coolness of the King saved him from bodily harm, though he was abundantly in- sulted. The brewer, Santerre, hearing of the turn of events, hurried to the side of the queen and protected her from the insults of the mob. But, on the whole, there was no intention on the part of the mob to injure any one on that day. At length the people dis- persed, and Paris settled down once more. The Directory investigated the part played by Petion in the rising, and after hearing the evidence, suspended the Mayor. The Assembly, on hearing of this, and even after the King said he would sustain it, voted that by its own authority, this suspension was null and void. Thus the authority of the Directory was done away with. Even the King had to sign the de- cree. This demonstration showed the pow- er of the mobs, and the leaders of the factions took notice of it, intending to make good use of it later. The King had vetoed a measure pro- viding for the safety of the Assembly by having a camp of Pederes, or sol- diers of the Federation, just outside of the city. The measure had been passed over the King ' s veto, and the camp had been established. The crisis was fast drawing near. The King tried to prevent the coming of the Federes ; the Girondins hoped to excite their patriotism; while the Ja- cobins made preparations for enter- taining them. The sight of many of the Federes about the streets caused many young men to join them. Sympathy with the King was fast disappearing. THE REDWOOD The volunteers were murmuring in the camps that they would not leave for war, until they knew that the traitors behind them would not take advantage of their absence. The Mayor was not trying to suppress insurrection, but was actually encouraging it; and the National Guards, disgusted with their officers, did not take any steps to pre- vent it. Then came the manifesto of the Duke of Brunswick, the instrument which finally sealed the fate of the King. This manifesto called upon the French people to be loyal to their King, and threatened all who rebelled, with the rigours of war. This tended to inflame the minds of the Parisian populace, and to create greater suspicion of the King ' s fidelity to his people. The Ja- cobin leaders, such as Marat, Robe- spierre, Danton, and Camille Desmou- lins, harangued the mobs and incited them to outbursts. These, with others, drawn from the battalion of the Fe- deres, formed an insurrectionary Direc- tory and were the chief instigators of the riots. From now on, the influence of the Jacobins can be clearly seen on the Commune. The Directory knew that many of the Sections of Paris were friendly to the deposition of the King ; they them- selves thought that there would be no end of strife unless the King was de- throned. Towards the end of July those Sections which favored dethrone- ment met at the Hotel de Ville under the sanction of Petion. There were at this time only forty- eight Sections still in existence out of the sixty original. Of these, twenty- eight were in favor of dethronement. Knowing that only a part of Paris ad- hered to the cause, the Jacobins saw the necessity of furthering some mea- sure calculated to give them stronger support. Each Section, that is, each of the original sixty, had a battalion of national guards. But when the Sec- tions were diminished, these battalions were not. This left many free battal- ions, the majority of which were in fa- vor of the bourgeois. The Jacobins, to further their ends, had a decree passed, that since France was at war, no discrimination was to be made as to who were eligible to en- ter the national guard. The bourgeois battalions refused to let the rabble join them, with the result, as the Jacobins had forseen, that they joined the bat- talions of the disturbed Sections, thus recruiting them to a stronger number than those of the bourgeois. On August 3 the first tremors of the coming storm were heard. Petion, at the head of the Sections proceeded to the Assembly with a petition demand- ing the overthrow of the King. The Assembly was divided. They hesitated. On the sixth, the Federes repeated the demand. But the Assembly resolved by vote not to arrest, nor bring to trial the King. When the Sections heard that their demands were refused, the smoldering embers burst into flame, THE REDWOOD and they decided to take matters into their own hands. The Sections, sitting at the Hotel de Ville, in chambers near the municipal government, resolved on seizing the supreme power. Their leaders, the in- surrectionary Directory, composed of Santerre, Lazouski, and other revolu- tionists, laid all the plans for the ris- ing of the tenth. Danton, one of the later leaders, was the military genius of the rising. Mandat, the commander of the Na- tional Guard, knew of this rising, and placed what few faithful troops he had, in position around the Tuilleries. The municipal government, on hearing of his dispositions, sent for him, and ask- ed him the reason of it, demanding that he remove the troops. He refus- ed, and was dismissed. As he was passing through the corridors of the Hotel de Ville, he was seized by the outposts of the Sections and dragged into their midst. Here he was disgrac- ed and his command given to San- terre. As he was leaving, a crowd of ruffians around the hotel mocked him, and ended by cruelly murdering him. Thus perished the only person on whom the King could rely for his preserva- tion. There appears an undercurrent of deceit in the conduct of Petion. He favored the insurrectionists, and at the same time tried to allay the fears of the King, regarding the Revolution. Santerre provided him with a guard to make it appear that he was not act- ing in his official capacity, and to make it seem that the Revolution was a true one. Danton, Santerre, and Camille Des- moulins assisted in the arrangements for the Tenth. At midnight the tocsin, or alarm-bell, was rung, and next morning Petion was made a prisoner at the Hotel de Ville, and then the mob proceeded to atack the Tuilleries. Meanwhile the insurrectionary Coun- cil of the Sections, demanded that the Council General of the municipality should resign. The Council General, greatly alarmed at the course events were taking, did so hurriedly. It must be remembered that the insurrection- ary Commune comprised only twenty- eight of the Sections of Paris. At the Tuilleries, the King was ad- vised to seek shelter in the hall of the Assembly. His Swiss Guards and twelve battalions of the National Guards were still on duty. When the crowd appeared, the National Guards refused to fire upon them, but the Swiss remained faithful. When the Assembly heard the firing, it immedi- ately demanded of the King that he should order them to retire. He did so, but many of the Swiss did not hear the order, being in the corridors and galleries of the palace. The National Guards took advantage of the order and escaped. The mob, enraged at the killing of some of their members, and finding all resistance gone, broke into the grounds and murdered every one that could be found, especially the 10 THE REDWOOD Swiss Guards in the corridors, who continued faithful to their duty till the last. After completely destroying the beautiful furnishings of the pal- ace, the mob set fire to it, and glee- fully watched it burn, even preventing the firemen from extinguishing it or stopping its spread. While all these scenes of carnage and pillage were being enacted, a deputa- tion appeared from the self-elected municipality, or Commune, and order- ed that the Assembly should immedi- ately declare the dethronement of the King under threat of summary punish- ment if they refused to do so. It was proposed that the people should be called upon to elect a National Con- vention to draw up a new Constitution, and in the meantime, the King should be deprived of all his powers. A new ministry was inaugurated, and now we have the spectacle of an insurrectionary municipality, composed of barely more than one-half of the Sections of Paris, forcing its demands upon the Assem- bly of the nation, and sending out its decrees to all the people. The Commune, by its show of force, dominated the Assembly. Roland was restored to the ministry and Danton was elected as one of his associates. The Commune, or Common Council of Paris as it was now called, managed everything about the city in its own way. The Commune favored the Giron- dins heretofore, but now they had lost favor, and a bitter war sprang up be- tween the Commune and the Commit- tee of Twenty-one, composed mainly of Girondins and Peuillants. This Committee practically ruled the As - sembly, and it was now a fight between these two powers. (To be continued.) ®Ij£ mmm ffllfoto F. BUCKLEV McGURRIN WAS on Parnassus. All the Seasons sat To part tke world in four, Each one to take unto herself a land Which more than any else, would feel her hand With gentle pressure on its brow, and in its ear her voice. The first to speak was Winter, chilly-eyed In azure-golden hair, For marble brow a crown — My realm shall be That numbed land beside the Baltic sea, Where faintly howls the timber- wolf across the snowy waste. And I, said Summer, full-lipped, darksome maid, With figure half defined, My kingdom I would have that sun-kissed shore, Where reigned the Caesars : Italy, whose store Of blossoms and of purple hills the world will not surpass. Autumn, the auburn-haired, with figure full And rounded breast, desired The blue-hazed woods and restless, white-capped lakes Of ripened Canada. Her choice she takes, And now remains but one to choose — a slender creature, Spring. My heart is lost, she said with starry eyes, That loved, And I must go To where I lost it. Let me bide — no queen — Among the hills that call to me, their green With poppies starred; in California! There I lost my heart. 11 12 THE REDWOOD The Plumes on a Hearse J. Charles Murphy 1AHOMMED! The heavy black curtains parted, and a dark-skinned fellah stood at attention. At your feet, Saadat, to serve you till iShe hot sands are melted like snow. Marsh poured a green liquid into the retort and applied the blue flame. Our work is progressing, Mahom- med? ' ' Inshallah. Not the stars in the des- ert sky nor the dark eyes of the houris shine brighter than the light of your mind, Hakim. No, it is not I, but He whom you call Allah, who has killed the Black Plague, Mahommed. Allah, the Merciful, aiwa, yes. He guided the strong arm of Hakim Marsh. ' ' Mahommed, you have seen the gen- eral register to-day? Not as yet, effendi. Then go at once and tell me if the hand of the Black Death has to-day smitten a son of Egypt. Aiwa, Saadat, and the great beaming eyes of the Ethiopian bent to the floor, as he salaamed and glided away to do Marsh ' s bidding. When the curtains fell together be- hind the dusky form, Marsh turned to the shelves lined with test-tubes and acids and proceeded to arrange in their proper places the compounds with which he had been experimenting. He hung on its hook the loose chemist ' s smock and walked idly about his lab- oratory, looking with trained eye at the long rows of lethal drugs in a richly carved cabinet of oak. Well, he mused to himself, at last we seem to have this plague pretty well in hand. Looked bad for a while, though. ' ' His attention was arrested by a jar in the cabinet, marked Antitoxin. Various other air-tight jars were rang- ed in precise order within. All, except- ing one, were empty. The doctor stroked his pointed beard, and fin- gered the unemptied jar. H-m-m-m, he mumbled softly. Very little antitoxin left. Rather careless of me not to have noticed be- fore this morning that my stock need- ed replenishing. Hope no poor devil of a fellah is stricken for a day or so, at least. Enough antitoxin here for — let ' s see. A rapid computation brought a worried look to his face. By George, he said half aloud, 12 THE REDWOOD 13 worse than I thought. I have barely enough to counteract one case. Only- enough to pull one human life out of the jaws of this monster. Well, no use worrying about crossing the bridge, till we ' ve reached it. He gazed out the bay-window of his well-stocked workshop. On the cool evening air the sweetly-toned, piercing voice of the Muezzin was calling the faithful to evening prayer. Allah hu Achbar! Allah hu Achbar! Ashhadu an la illaha illala! Bowing their heads at the sound of the sacred music the worshippers hurried from bazaar and crowded street to the mosque, leaving their slippers at the door. Some more pious than the rest knelt where the call found them and touched their foreheads to the ground. As Marsh contemplated this scene he knew that the hordes outside were thanking Allah for their deliverance. They were thanking Allah and Hakim Marsh, because Sheitan, the Accursed, had at last been driven from their midst — from their wives and their children. Only the retreating shadow of the Black Death remained. And now that his work was almost accomplished, Marsh looked back and was glad for the good he had done. He thought of his old Southern home in God ' s own country, America. He seemed to hear again the mocking-bird trilling in the great magnolia trees. He seemed to hear his dark-eyed wife ' s melodious voice, making an angel ' s song of some old plantation melody. He experienced again the void that he had known at her early death. But the maddening sorrow, the longing for an endless journey, was gone. He did not feel like wandering more. Now he wanted home, and the happy negroes, and the white fields of cotton, and Dolly and Ray. When the plague in Egypt had beck- oned him, he had taken his children with him. It would be a pleasant vaca- tion for them, he had said. When the plague was conquered — in the course of a year or so — he would return to his Southern home and devote his life to their education, with medical re- search as a mere avocation. The ex- perience would broaden Ray ' s outlook on life, and perhaps the change of cli- mate would make poor little Dolly healthier. There would be no danger to himself or to the children. He would use extreme caution and the antitoxin would ward off the devour- ing pestilence. Of all this he thought as he gazed on the quiet thankful throngs. He re- viewed in memory the struggle with the Black Dragon — a struggle to the death. And now — now at last he had conquered. A few weeks more and he would return to his native land. He would make a great doctor of Ray. Thus he mused; and once more ap- proaching the antitoxin cabinet, he gazed at the one remaining jar of the substance. Only enough to save one life, he said, softly. I sent to Cairo this 14 THE REDWOOD morning. They will require at least one day to prepare it. Then it will take almost a day to reach here. Hope no bad case develops in the mean- time. He heard a clanking of bottles in the next room. Hello, Ray, is that you? Yea, pa. You may come in here, if you want to. Here I am. Hey, pa, you oughta seen those fellows down by the Nile to-night. Gee! they were actin ' like regular monkeys, dancin ' an ' singin ' an ' cuttin ' didoes an ' praisin ' Jehovah or whatever you call Him. An ' down by the house of Abdul, the Tent-maker, the little kids were hollerin ' an ' sing- in ' , too. We played around a little with them. And when the Muezzin called them, they all turned their faces to the East an ' prayed and thanked God that Hakim Marsh came along to drive off the plague — and everything. At first the doctor was rather alarmed at the feverish gleam in the boy ' s eye, but he attributed it to ex- citement, and stood listening to his story, smiling amusedly. How he loved his boy! Ray was a regular southern Marsh all right. A thoroughbred with lots of Southern fire, and lots of spirit. Time was when Marsh had feared that the old family name was doomed to extinction. And then Ray had come bringing hopes for the future. He would uphold the ancient traditions of his race. Yes, the boy meant a lot to Marsh, for the one and all consuming desire of the doctor ' s life was to give the world a worthy successor to the family name. Well, Ray, he said at length, ' ' that ' s very interesting. Do you think you ' ll be a doctor some day, like pa? Yea, of course, whatcha got in that bottle? That ' s some antitoxin. Just one bottle-full left, and all these empty. You haven ' t got much, have you? Just enough to save one life. Grim words those. The black curtains parted, and Ma- hommed Selim appeared. Salaam, effendi. What news, Mahommed? My news, Saadat, is of the best. Your hand is strong. The Black Death has all but fled. In the great register to-day there is recorded but one death. Abdul, the tent-maker, alone has gone to the gardens of Allah. ' ' So be it, Mahommed. Soon all will be well. You may go and join your brothers in the mosque. Salaam, effendi. And the dark figure bowed from the room. Marsh turned again to his sturdy boy and watched him mixing some liquids in a bottle. Then he grew sud- denly apprehensive. Where ' s little sister, Ray? She ' s in there, sleeping, he said. Marsh tiptoed through the curtains. There lay his little angel, dreaming. THE REDWOOD 15 How like her mother she looked ! How ethereal she seemed! How delicately chiselled every feature, and how he worshipped her! A strange satisfaction and peace thrilled his bosom to-night. But some- thing was worrying him, too. Oh, yes, that antitoxin. But his worry was sheer folly, he told himself. He would banish all fears from his mind. As he stood looking at his little girl, she opened her eyes. He folded her in his arms and kissed her gently. So frail, and delicate, and beautiful, he thought. Just a strayed cherub gracing the world for a time by her presence. Come on, Ray, he called, at length. Time to quit work. They were sitting by the fireside now, the three, and Ray was telling of the day ' s adventures. Gee, but that tall fellow with the dirty turban got my angora, he said. Do you know what he did? Why, he climbed up on the highest part of the bridge when all the people were pray- ing, and he jumped into the water. He was pretty near drowned all right, an ' when they pulled him out, he said it was Allah ' s will, an ' that he offered his life to Allah, but Allah thought he wasn ' t good enough, and — And then he ran over to his wife and he was going to throw their little baby in the river, chirped in Dolly, and the others wouldn ' t let him and the lady was so glad when she got her dear little baby back again. Huh, it looked more like a little black pig to me, said Ray. Marsh enjoyed their chatter, but to- night he somehow felt that all was not well with his children. Their eyes seemed unnaturally bright, as they talked, and little Dolly on his knee was more restless than usual. He felt for her pulse. Much faster than normal. Do you feel sick, Dolly? No, just kind of tired. I feel kind of funny, myself, said Ray. I don ' t know — like something holding me down. Let ' s feel your pulse, Ray. Beat- ing unusually fast! Marsh stood up. He felt as if a crushing weight were oppressing him. You children must go to bed, he said, striving and yet fearing to ac- count for their strange malady. I guess we ' d better, pa, answered Ray. When Marsh came from his inner of- fice with a palliative and a thermome- ter, his hand was trembling slightly. It cost him an effort to enter the bed- room. A cloud was darkening his brow and as he proceeded in his exam- ination of the symptoms, it assumed yet blacker proportions. Deep in his heart, almost deeper than he could fathom, he knew. But no, it was im- possible. Just some slight illness had come. And all the time the cloud was growing, growing. An ' down by the house of Abdul, the tent-maker, the little kids were hol- lerin ' an ' singin ' , too. We played around a little with them. Ray ' s words came back to him now, and linked with them were the 16 THE REDWOOD words of Mahommed Selim, The Black Death has all but fled. In the great register to-day there is recorded but one death. Abdul, the tent-maker, alone has gone to the gardens of Al- lah. Marsh had now stumbled from the room. His senses were swimming, and he was choking with emotion. It ' s true — true, he cried, wildly. A devilish ungodly spectre had en- tered his house. The Black Death had stricken his two children. He dragged himself to his office and sank limply into a chair. Then, with a superhuman effort he straightened himself. The antitoxin must be injected with- in an hour, or both his children — yes, his own children, sweet little Dolly and sturdy Ray— were doomed to a certain and speedy death. Another thought came now, and plunged him from black despair into the deepest hell. Pate was strangling him. He had but one jar of antitoxin, and he could save but one life. The other must be sacrificed! He gazed far out over the broaden- ing desert. Everything seemed to be at peace. Ah! peace, he said, slow- ly, bitterly. Everything is at peace. How he felt the mocking irony of those words ! The happy songs of the tired fellaheen carried by the freshening breeze and mingling with the musical wash of the Nile, floated through the casement, modulated, softened, sweet- ened. Far off on the parched desert he could see the dimly outlined Sphinx with its eternal question. How vividly it pictured his own plight ! He pressed his cold palm to his burning forehead, and whispered softly, God help me to answer my question. Vaguely he felt there was no answer. He was groping in a dungeon. He looked up at the heavens and saw black clouds brooding low like the shadow of impending doom. Suddenly he seemed to behold two great clouds break asun- der and drift slowly apart. And what was that behind? Great God! A hearse black as death ! A mountainous hearse moving slowly, mournfully along the sky lanes. A dim, sombre hearse, its plumes waving weirdly in the whispering breeze ! In that hearse, the figment of his disordered imagination, yet how real, how persistent, one of his own chil- dren would surely lie. There was no escape. The Black Death was no re- specter of persons. He had but one jar of antitoxin — enough to save one life. Yes, he must choose either the boy or the girl. And now his dying wife ' s words came back to him with sudden, vivid force : And you will care for little Dolly always, and love her more than your own life? Yes, he had answered, huskily. Could he break his promise now? Then he must save Dolly and let Ray die? Ray, his boy, the heir to the family name, the sturdy lad who would THE REDWOOD 17 perpetuate the fame of Marsh, the youth of brilliant promise who would some day be a great doctor and save hundreds of lives? Must he give up Ray, his pride, his only hope? Ah no, — no, he could not. Then the awfulness of his situation overwhelmed him. He staggered to the window and sank to his knees like one in a deadly stupor. For minutes that seemed years he knelt and prayed — prayed for the answer to his question, too deeply hidden for mortal mind to fathom. At length, slowly, painfully, like an old, old man, he arose. The fragrant Egyptian breeze softly kissed his blanched cheek. He heaved a deep sigh and his broad shoulders straight- ened. A new spirit seemed to enter his tired body. His eye was steady and cool and sure. His teeth were set. At last all doubt had fled. With firm, strong hand he grasped the jar of antitoxin, and his case of instruments, and walked with unhesi- tating step into the children ' s room. There was no longer any question in his mind. Only one path lay before him now. Marsh had chosen. flfworjj JOHN WALSH O Memory ! Thaumaturgus of the soul ! Thou wondrous Wizard, passing human ken ! Who with thy magic wand dost mould at will And summon back to pulsing life again Lost forms and features, vocal sounds and scenes, Consigned long since to dark Oblivion ' s tomb ! Thus all our yesterdays and to-days May friendly meet, and each bid each Good Morrow. ' With what rare gifts and powers our soul is dowered By Him, the Primal Cause, our bounteous God, Who generous gives us to enjoy at once A two-fold life — the present and the past ! Wkat grateful sentiments should stir the human heart ! Oil}? 3falhj nf Uar JAMES R. ENRIGHT •L HE crimson lust for battle, the stinging goad of Kate, %J$ TKe clashing of accoutrements, the cry for blood unsate — Y The fleeting cause, the grim effect, a toll of lives will bring, And millions leave to fight and die for freedom and their king. The cannons roar, and shrapnel shrieks, for Retribution ' s sake; But Death, the Spectre terrible, his ceaseless tax will take ! The inhumanity of man makes countless thousands mourn, The seething strife of battlefields leaves souls destr oyed and torn — A host of voices, wet with tears, are calling for their dead, But a nation ' s honor called them, too, and they obeyed in dread. A nation ' s honor? Mo, ' tis Mars! the god of battle grim — The honor, glory, fame and blood — all, all are claimed by him! This cruel King is hailed by men, though strewn about his feet, The souls of countless thousands no satisfaction meet. The mightiest engine here on earth — what is it to a fly ? The world, the sun, the universe, a human soul can ' t buy. Can book-learned skill, or mortal man make life in any way? Can honor, fame and glory, then, a single life repay? A nation ' s bloody victory is but a paltry thing, If it cannot restore the lives it used to glut this King. 18 Our Trip to the Isles of Hawaii Louis T. Milburn OR the second time in the annals of Santa Clara University, the Red and White was represented in Honolulu this summer with a baseball team. Early in the baseball season, Athletic Manager, Joseph Aurrecoechea, had been in communication with the Oahu Baseball League of Honolulu, and through the untiring efforts of our Santa Clara representative in the Islands, Mr. James K. Jarrett, a warm invitation was extended the team to again tour the Southern Isles of sun- shine, fruit and flowers. Accordingly, on June 13, the day set for sailing, many glad and enthusiastic ball players had gathered in San Francisco, ready to commit themselves to the good ship, Sierra , bound for the Far East. The following members of the base- ball team made up the party: Frank Hall, Pinkie Leonard, Roy Bliss, Flywood Brown, William Bensberg, Frank Gay, Joe Maher, Jack O ' Neill, Gerald Desmond, Louis Milburn, Parke Wilson, Bert Larkin and Joe Aurrecoe- chea. The team was accompanied by a part of the University Orchestra, which did splendid work in enlivening the trip on the water. The musicians were: Joe McKiernan, William Can- non, Carroll Crowley, Buckley McGur- rin and Alf Kavanagh. Mr. J. J. Kel- ly, Elisha Dana, Richard Eisert and his mother, were other members of our party. Two shrill blasts at the pier, the gangway cleared, the anchor raised, and we slipped out into the stream, ' midst the waving of hats and of hand- kerchiefs by our relatives, friends and classmates, who had gathered at the wharf to see us off and say good-bye. As we steamed slowly doAvn the bay, past the world-famed Fair Grounds of the P. P. I. E., and then through the Golden Gate out to sea, the last faint v estige of Mother Earth quickly dis- appeared, and our thoughts stole soft- ly back to the dear ones we had left behind us. Here we were out upon the vast ex- panse, which acknowledges no master, save the guiding hand of God ' s watch- ful Providence — and the thought for a time absorbed us. But fine weather and a calm sea soon recalled us from our solemn mus- ings and we quickly began to indulge in the various forms of amusement pro- vided on palatial steamers to while 19 20 THE REDWOOD away the monotony of a long ocean voyage. Deck sports, bathing, music and walking about the outer deck now claimed our attention. Thus we passed most of our time during the six days of a rather un- eventful voyage, and on the morning of June 19, through a bright haze that filled the atmosphere, the unmistaka- ble outlines of land appeared. The glad tidings soon spread among the passengers, who thronged, in great numbers, to the prow of the boat. The first point of interest called to our attention was the island of Molo- kai — scene of the labors and sufferings of the heroic Father Damien, Apostle of the lepers — and where a leper settle- ment is still in existence. We next approached the island of Mari, and at 8 :30 o ' clock were opposite the first promontory, known as Koko Head, an extinct volcano. The peculiar aspects of this volcano in the morning sunlight were a beauti- ful and interesting spectacle. But we were not able to enjoy the sight long — for we were now off the promontory, called Diamond Head, one of the larg- est extinct volcanoes in the world. Within the large openings of its crater the U. S. Government has placed many hidden guns, and the construction of this defence is claimed to be one of the greatest mechanical feats ever per- formed. From the lofty eminence of this vol- cano all vessels entering the harbor of Honolulu can be seen far out at sea — while the city itself, and all its princi- pal buildings, are within easy range of these powerful guns. We were now slowly approaching the city of Honolulu — and where before were only rugged ridges and a barren shore — there now appeared mountains clothed in perennial bloom, with hand- some residences and villas starting up from the very edge of the water, sur- rounded on all sides by tropical vines, flowers and evergreen foliage. Before reaching the pier, quite a delegation of the most prominent men of Honolulu, and local sportsmen, brav- ed the terrors of the deep in a small fragile-looking launch and came alongside to extend hearty greetings and a warm welcome to the team. Through the courtesy of the Sierra Company, Messrs. Ben Hollinger, Jas. J. Jarrett, Bert Hushaw, Edward Fer- rario and others were allowed to come aboard. After renewing old acquaintances and making new ones, many interesting speeches were listened to, including that of the Mayor of Honolulu, who as- sured us that the city would be ours during our stay in the islands. Then, with the Royal HaAvaiian Band playing Honi Kaua , and On the Beach at Waikiki , pennants flying, crowds cheering, etc., the good ship Sierra glided slowly into her slip at the city docks. At the wharf a curious sight met our eyes. About twenty of the natives were swimming alongside the boat, and THE REDWOOD 21 it was marvellous to see with what ease and dexterity they caught the sinking coins thrown from the deck of the ' ' Sierra ' ' . Nearly a thousand people were at the pier to see us land— and many of them were attired in picturesque na- tive dress. Of course, the real object of our voy- age to the South Sea islands was to play baseball. As the games are re- corded in the Athletic Department of this issue, suffice it to say here that we had a fairly successful season. Out of the fifteen games played we won seven and lost eight — but we must take into consideration the fact, that in our ini- tial game we were badly crippled, when Maher and Bensberg were seriously in- jured. Besides enjoying the pleasure of the great American game itself on the dia- mond, the boys were royally entertain- ed at parties, luncheons and dinners given in their honor. Through the courtesy of the Broth- ers of St. Louis College, and their for- mer graduate, Mr. Ben Hollinger, the team was present at their annual alum- ni banquet. On entering the hall we received a hearty and enthusiastic wel- come from all present. The spacious dining room was tastefully decorated for the occasion with choice cut flow- ers, ferns and pennants. Among the noted speakers of the evening was the Governor of the Islands, and his Lord- ship, the Bishop of Honolulu. Nearly every afternoon found us en- joying the aquatic sports and bathing on the beach at Waikiki. The natives taught us how to use the surf-boards, and through the kindness of the Out- rigger Yacht Club , we had free ac- cess to their canoes, and very frequent- ly went canoeing among the breakers. An experience of unusual interest was our visit to the U. S. barracks and forts in Honolulu, where thousands of troops are stationed to protect the islands from possible invasion. The commanders and sergeants kindly ex- plained to us the intricacies of the fast disappearing and dismounting guns, and the facility and accuracy with which they were operated. They show- ed us the powder magazines and am- munition stores, and explained why shells of three different sizes, piled separately, were used in attacking an opposing man-of-war in different ways. At noon, we were treated to a sol- dier dinner, which surpassed in point of excellence (so the boys thought) the cuisine of some of Honolulu ' s best ho- tels. Though the city of Honolulu is re- plete with various points of interest, such as the aquarium at Waikiki beach, the museum of ancient Hawaiian relics, the magnificent city golf links, etc., yet its surroundings seem to rival it in beauty and historic interest. To change the routine of our daily schedule, a great number of the team decided one morning to ascend the steep mountains back of Honolulu, and to enjoy the cool quiet of the hills at 22 THE REDWOOD whose feet the city nestles. The large overhanging trees, tropical fruits and fresh green verdure along the road- side and mountain trails added keen en- joyment to our trip. By noon we had scaled the steeper ridges and arrived at the summit of the mountain. We selected a delight- ful spot for luncheon, and greatly en- joyed the excellent eatables prepared for the occasion by Mrs. Ben Hollin- ger. This high elevation commanded an unobstructed view of the entire island. To our right lay Pearl Harbor with its calm, limpid waters, and back of it stretched an immense expanse of grow- ing sugar cane. Directly below us re- posed the languorous city of Honolulu. Its handsome dwellings, with their spacious grounds of foliage, fruits and flowers of every description added un- told charms to the view — indeed the vista resembled a veritable Paradise of beauty and delight. The day was perfect, and needless to say we enjoyed every moment of it. But the greatest wonder which Na- ture had to offer for our admiration in the Islands was the far-famed Volcano of Kilauea — and through the kindness again of our old friend, Mr. Hollinger, we had the pleasure of viewing this wonderful sight. We left Honolulu one morning on the Inter-Island steamship Mauna Kea , and arrived on the island of Hawaii the following day. After a pleasant auto drive through large su- gar plantations, cocoanut groves and masses of rich ferns and evergreen shrubs growing along the roadside, we reached the Volcano House. The greater part of the morning we spent in the mountains, visiting the ancient crater formations, sulphur springs and lava beds. At three o ' clock in the afternoon we started for the volcano, so as to take advantage of both the day and night effects of the perpetual glowing masses of heat- ed lava flung out of the pit. As we neared Kilauea, hot puffs of air and steam burst up beneath our feet — and we had to guard ourselves from being scorched. At last we ar- rived at the top of this glowing fur- nace. And there we stood, spell-bound with fear and wonderment, as we gazed at the boiling liquid mass within the pit. The crater of this volcano is a lit- tle over a mile in circumference, and boiling lava is found 400 feet below. It covers an area of eight acres, with a lingering fire, about three feet in width, surrounding the main fire with- in. The night effects of the glowing lava are gorgeous — it is simply a sea of liquid, ruddy fire. But we could not remain here for- ever — though the spell of the sight held us enthralled. And so, at 7 P. M., a heavy rain beginning to fall, we made our way back to the Volcano House, all thoroughly thrilled by a spectacle we shall never forget. And now, in conclusion, let me say THE REDWOOD 23 that the widely circulated reports of the wonderful spirit of hospitality of the inhabitants of the Isles of Hawaii are no exaggeration. They made our sojourn amongst them a most pleas- ant one indeed — and we sincerely thank them, one and all — for their kindness. But as all pleasan t things in this world must come to an end, so the day arrived which found us, grip in hand, boarding our steamer, homeward bound. Gathered on deck our many friends assembled to bid us godspeed and farewell — and once more the Roy- al Hawaiian Band cheered our damp- ened spirits by playing I Love You, California, and Aloha Oe . With many alohas, and bedecked in Hawaiian Leis , the Santa Clara Baseball Team bid hospitable Honolulu a regretful farewell. Honolulu — the Land of Sunshine, Song and Flowers — the gem of the Mid-Pacific Isles — the Queen of the Southern seas. ifyttpt When the darkling pall of gloom o ' erspreads the dome Of Life, and Melancholy pressing down In stifling folds upon the brain doth come, When angry clouds of spite together thrown, Press round about thee and by Malice blown Are heaped in threatening mein above thy head, And Deep Despondence clothed in sombre gown Thy footsteps dogs and all is dark and sad, A struggling rift divides the deadened air, And Hope, a silver star, is twinkling there. Alnlja CHARLES D. SOUTH QLOHA ! and welcome a thousand times over ! Aye, hail to each bay- wreathed and brine-spattered rover, Our eagles of triumph exultingly hover To gladden the breeze with our pennant supreme ! We said when you left us- --and now we ' re repeating The sentiment still in our jubilant greeting : Aloha---our love to you, parting or meeting ; Aloha our own College heroes---THE TEAM! Aloha, we sang when the Orient splendors Unrolled, like a curtain, to charm the defenders Of all the brave titles that Victory renders, When old Santa Clara ' s bright flag is agleam ! Aloha, we sang; and in multiple measure We sing it again with an infinite pleasure— Aloha, your glory shall swell the rich treasure That jewels the fame of our heroes— THE TEAM ! Aloha, attune to our joy-ringing chorus, In spirit, our Mother of Men stands before us ! The broad-streaming light of her faith shining o ' er us, She blesses her sons ' neath its radiant beam. Though distant Hawaii with laurels hath crowned you— To old Santa Clara what love ties have bound you— No wreath half so dear as the love all around you — No fame like the College acclaiming THE TEAM ! Aloha ! Aloha ! Though worlds may divide us, Let old Santa Clara ' s grand precepts abide us, And never our hearts with unfaithfulness chide us— And over our souls may her light ever stream ! Aloha ! and welcome, a thousand times over ! Aloha ! each bay-wreathed and brine-spattered rover ! Long, long o ' er the vale shall your memory hover ! Aloha ! our own college heroes— THE TEAM ! 24 Late Spring The Chronicle of a Tardy Romance. F. Buckley McGurrin HERE ' S a little Mor- mon town in Utah which we shall call Pleasantville . The name will do as well as any, and better, per- haps, than some, in that it exemplifies a tendency the Latter Day Saints had of making, in the names of their vil- lages, lasting thanksgivings. On hearing such names as Fruit- vale and Bountiful , one cannot but contrast the peaceful, prosperous vil- lages they designate with the arid des- ert from which they sprang, Minerva- like, through the instrumentality of pioneer brawn and sturdy faith, aug- mented by aptly-diverted streams of mountain water. It is an unobtrusive- ly religious idea, and for that reason, coupled with the fact that it is gener- ally effective, rather deserving of praise, don ' t you think? It resem- bles, on the whole, the prevalent religi- ous atmosphere in the small Mormon settlements — not especially apparent, but undeniably felt as a firm, reassur- ing foundation for the entire social structure. This is rather a significant fact, as it has some bearing on what follows. But, before I explain, let me ask you to accompany me to Pleasant- ville, the scene of our comedy. It will be not at all disagreeable, I assure you, although Pleasantville, even now, boasts nothing of paved streets and dairy lunches. It is just as simple and frank and inviting in its cool rusticity as it was twenty years back, when our little comedy was ori- ginally presented. Behind it tower the rugged heights of the Oquirrah moun- tains. In front, at the foot of a ten mile slope of grain fields, lies the blue of the Great Salt Lake. The streets are broad and honest, and bathed with cool shade from the soldierly poplars of Lombardy that flank them. They are dusty, these warm spring days, but delightfully soft under the horse, who pads along their shadow-flecked vistas, past the neat houses, generally of adobe bricks, softened by time and clinging vines, with hen-peopled yards behind picket fences. One is really grateful for the muf- fling dust, since it permits one to hear the tinkling and splashing and rushing of the cold mountain water that races through wooden flumes on each side of the street. And, of course, there ' s lots of lush grass along the foot-paths, and 25 26 THE REDWOOD lots of peach blossoms that sprinkle them with fragrant snow, and lots of rosy-cheeked little Mormons tumbling through their garden gates. This all sounds not unattractive, does it? And at the time of which we write, it ' s spring in Pleasantville — late spring, when the season has shaken off its ear- ly timorousness and leans toward summer. Late spring, twenty years ago, was much the same as at present, and had a very similar effect upon the heart. That the above makes a terribly lengthy preamble I am perfectly aware. According to the modern, quick-action schedule for fiction, the villain should long since have stepped to the foot- lights and commenced his fiendish machination vers the heroine. But the matter isn ' t of such grave import; first, because the story is twenty years old — hopelessly antiquated — and hence has no need for haste ; secondly, be- cause there is no villain in the cast; and finally, because no one would ever regard Judith Mathews as a heroine. The only thing about Judith Mathews that chimed with peach blossoms and running water, was her eyes. They were large and gray. As for the rest — she had never been a Venus, and she was now thirty-five. Each of her thir- ty-five years had been spent within a five-mile radius of Pleasantville. The first ten were simply a long day, with a blue sky and white clouds like cas- tles, and the great blue salt lake danc- ing at the valley ' s feet. The second ten brought Judith considerable knowl- edge of various sorts and of varying degrees of desirability. Among other things she learned that she was not destined to become what is known as popular , and hence learned what it is to be lonely. Further, she learned at church that her duty as a good Saint was to marry and do her share in the great business of regeneration. Toward the close of that second span of years, Judith found herself possessed of a much wider and much more precious knowledge. It was a sweet knowledge, to be sure, but one which was to bring to her quiet soul a great deal of pain. She learned to lis- ten sympathetically to the rushing of the flume-water; she looked upon the holyhoks in her garden and saw in them something other than the tall, uncultured blossoms she had known. Which is one rather indirect way of saying that she knew love. To me, there is an element of tragedy in the story of Judith Mathews, for which her love affair was largely re- sponsible. The affair was tragic, be- cause, to all intents and purposes, it was deemed to be fruitless. The man was called Elmer — a sturdy, sun- burned son of Elder Johnson. No one could have accused him of trifling — he was not that sort. A bashful man has too volatile a conscience for the diversion. And this bashfulness of his is what furnished Judith with the tra- gic element to which I have referred. For while Elmer, because bashful, was THE REDWOOD 21 safe-guarded against the indiscretions to which young men are prone, he was, by the same token, prevented from claiming Judith ' s grey eyes as his own property, to cherish and all until death. As the second ten of Judith ' s years drew to a close, she began to sense the tragedy of the situation. Then she entered upon the third stage — from twenty to thirty. It was during these years that Judith ' s father, no longer capable of the strenuous exactions of primitive husbandry, erected the little brick shop in the village, and stocked it with smoked hams and suspenders and canned goods and the cheap tobacco that befouled the villagers ' homes with its infernal stench. Her mother was long since dead. Judith baked pies and cakes, and minded the shop. As I have already remarked, Judith had never, in her rosiest days, been a Venus. Now, with the fading of the years, she developed angularities of form that placed even a comparison beyond possibility — save, perhaps, through contrast. As her hair lost its lustre, her eyes caught it instead. They were extremely characteristic eyes — soft, tender, patient. And they were spirited, too, in a quiet way. Her days were depressingly uniform. She baked her pastry, and ministered to her fail- ing parent, and minded the shop, and trimmed her roses, and hearkened to the alluring song of the water that rip- pled along the road. Sometimes she read. Most of the time, her grey eyes softly brilliant, she dreamed. And sometime during each day, El- mer came into the shop. Judith, in her gentle bosom, was vexed with his back- wardness. It must be that he loved her. No words to that effect had ever stumbled from his lips, it is true, but when the heart is involved, what wom- an depends upon words for enlighten- ment ? But Elmer left, after each visit, with a little paper of tobacco or some groceries. Never v ith the promise that was his for the asking. Things move slowly in Pleasantville, even the years. But to Judith, who lived from one of Elmer ' s visits to the next, in hopes that each would bring him the garrulity she prayed for, time rode a whirlwind. Her thirtieth year caught her all unawares. When at last she realized that her twenties were no more, she stole a glance into her mir- ror. And her tragedy intensified. There were her eyes, still — but for the rest. . . . She turned quickly away, and smiled back the tears. Ever since she had begun to realize the hopelessness of things, Judith had looked ahead, through the long, cold winter, to the spring. Many things have been written of the erotic influ- ence of that fragrant season. Spring- poets in legions have lived and twang- ed their lyres and died and left their twangings for lovers to weep over. Ju- dith seldom read poetry. She had lit- tle need of it. Those soft grey eyes found far sweeter verse in the tender green that mantled the mountains; in the violets that smiled along the fence ; 28 THE REDWOOD in the brightness of the distant lake ; in the soft music of the waters by her shop-door. And with each spring came renewed hopes for Elmer. This par- ticular spring, twenty years ago, had run through its soft infancy, as I have already observed. Now it stood, wide- eyed, on the brink of summer. Some- how it seemed to Judith pregnant with fatality. The sharp winds of March had carried off the weary soul of her father. We mention the fact for it- self. It was a colorless soul that fled. So, at last, the curtain rings up. Ju- dith is discovered bending over her early roses. Her rather thin, colorless hair is knotted upon her neck. She wears a staid grey gown. Her eyes are brilliant, for Elmer should happen by, ' most any time now. The air is fra- grant with peach blossoms, and warm with the pure sunlight. Something is singing in her heart, and making it glad. It is a hopeful something. And then he comes, and leans over the picket fence. Alas ! for you, thou Seeker after Romance ! Here is your Gallipoli. Judith is not a romantic figure. At least I have not drawn her as such. If your conception of her does incline in that direction, it ' s your own fault. She has only eyes. But Elmer — how much less so ! He has grown sparse-haired, eye-glassed, and portly. For while Judith has seen thirty-five years, Elmer has survived ten more, and their fleshy evidence is in front. Of course, in Judith ' s eyes, he is — but this is not the place for rhapsodizing. Judith looks up from her roses. Her smile is very pleasant. It is also very hopeful — desperately so. She replies to his commonplace greeting with one equally colorless. He asks if he may come in. She laughs at this. He does not understand. That unhappy faculty of not understanding, thinks Judith, is her tragedy. Else, how could he have remained insensible to the thousand pleadings of her heart? In through the gate that creaks, he comes, and stands beside her, over the roses. He watches her thin, well-form- ed hands asserting a tender mastery over the blossoms; sometimes bending them to be smelled, sometimes correct- ing a vagrancy toward the street. He is, as usual, for the most part, silent. She trembles with a delicious anticipa- tion. A robin calls a tardy mate. The water sings a mad spring song. A yel- low-and-black butterfly floats in the sun. Bees drone among the honey- suckle. Surely, thinks Judith, on this day of days he will speak. He broke a rather lengthy silence. His words thrill — for a moment. Well, Jude, he began. His voice sounded charged with resolution. Evi- dently the spell of the day had touched him. But then he looked into Judith ' s expectant eyes. His bashfulness re- turned with a blow, and he faltered lamely, Suppose — suppose we go into the store? This was discouraging, but Judith ' s faith sustained her. She would not doubt, today. She only wondered why THE REDWOOD 29 he should make the request. She would feel less sure of him out of the warm day. But perhaps, whispered her hopeful heart, he chose the shop for sentimental reasons — because he had helped stock its shelves at the first, and in so doing had found her heart. Uncertainly, she lead the way into the shop ' s cool, orderly interior. Then she turned, expectantly. Elmer cleared his throat. It was coming! cried Judith to herself. One does feel dizzy, you know, when one ' s ship grates up to the dock. Especially when the ship is long overdue — long overdue ! I think, said Elmer, solwly, that — that I ' ll have to have — another paper of tobacco ! Judith ' s heart sank. The spring day was no more. Dumbly she tendered the purchase. Her big grey eyes were sad, indeed. As always, they were pa- tient. But patience — what was that? She had been patient for many, many years. Elmer ' s heavy mind seemed to sense that he had been found wanting, and, as his kind will do, he sought to hide his shame in retreat. He mumbled a good-bye, and turned to go. Judith followed to the open door. She want- ed to cry out. If he had turned he would have seen her arms outstretched to him. But Elmer was not the kind that turns back. So his broad shoul- ders and the shelves of groceries were all that witnessed Judith ' s despera- tion. For Judith was really desperate. She had waited so long — so long! And today, somehow, she had felt so cer- tain he would speak. There would never be another day such as this. To-morrow, Spring would be Summer. And then would follow another endless year, while her heart would break. She could not bear the thought. . . A moment more and he would be gone. Already he had stepped into the sunshine. Judith leaned weakly against the doorpost. She passed her hands across her brow. How to avert the crash — how to avert — ? And then came a plan that staggered her. It was a wild thought. To Ju- dith, it meant a sin — a deadly sin. What a paradox ! It represented her salvation, in a way, but it seemed a sacrilege. I have said Judith was desperate. Had you known Judith, as I did, you would have been able to measure her desperation. But after all, she ar- gued, almost tearfully, Elmer was her man. And her man was walking away, along the sun-flecked path. She could call him back, and claim him. She had the right — fifteen years of never-fail- ing love had given it to her. He was hers. No one is damned for claiming his own. . . . She gasped, for her throat was dry. She had to force the words from her. And as she spoke, the enormity of what she was doing staggered her soul. Elmer! she cried, chokingly. He turned, a question in his eyes. 30 THE REDWOOD Something of the intensity of the mo- ment penetrated him. He looked con- cerned — which was saying quite a good deal, of Elmer. She felt faint— incapable of going on. A moment more, to steel herself. Let ' s go — into the garden, again, she murmured. Oh, if only he would understand! If only he would save her from this ! Then they stood once more over the roses. Again Judith heard the song of the waters. This time they sang of their battle for life in the mountains — how they had come to life under the sun ' s rays, and had broken from under the snow banks, to leap exultantly into the valley. And in their glad race through the peaceful streets she heard a note of triumph. Her heart was like the water: it had been chastened by the sun of her love — it had fought for what was its right. And it must win the fight, to run happily through the future, victorious. She was afraid to look up. How to say what she must say ? Elmer was re- garding her expectantly, somewhat anxiously. Now was the time. Judith shuddered, as a traveller before a chasm he must leap. Then she closed her eyes — and leaped. I ' m afraid, she heard herself saying, calmly, that — that I cannot sell you tobacco — very much longer. It sounded so trivial — so flat. . . Elmer ' s mind moved slowly. At length he voiced a question: Why? Judith was silent for a moment, praying. This was the supreme test. It called for her lie — the first of her colorless life. Why? repeated Elmer. He was tenacious in his way. Judith ' s lip trembled. It was cruel that she should have to do this. It was so cruel! Her head bent lower over the flowers, to hide her misty eyes. The tears were of pain. Judith could not know self-pity. Because, she answered at length, because — I am going away. Of course Elmer was startled. In fact, her words were the shock of his life. Judith, going away? What could that mean? It was inconceiva- ble ! Pleasantville, without Judith — it would be Pleasantville, without its mountains; Pleasantville, without the lake. It would be — not Pleasantville. It required some time for all this to occur to Elmer. When at last it did, he fumbled for his handkerchief, with swabbing intent, then forgot about it. Why — what — he gasped at length, what ' s that you say, Jude? You didn ' t say that — you ' re — ? She blushed hotly, ashamed. Yes, she replied, I ' ve decided to go into Salt Lake — with Aunt Mary ' s folks. She dropped her head still lower. Now, she must say what was even worse than her lie. She must desecrate her dead. She flung it out, THE REDWOOD 31 before she failed: Since father died, it — it has been — so very lonely, here —I. ... Her voice trailed off into silence. She waited. He could not mistake. It was absolutely necessary that she should win, now. She had gone the limit of her resources. But she would — she would ! Even poor, stupid Elmer could not fail after that. She heard him shuffle uneasily. He cleared his throat again. A minute more, thought Judith, would kill her. Then he spoke: Well, Jude, he said, huskily, I ' ll — I ' ll see you again, before you go. And Judith ' s world plunged into ob- livion. Somehow she found her way to the little living-room behind the shop. She stared at the old-fashioned clock on the old-fashioned mantlepiece ; at the Dresden shepherd boy with the fat cheeks; at his companion work of art, a plump-limbed shepherdess with a va- cuous smile. Her gaze wandered to the wax flowers underneath their glass bell on the walnut center-table. Grad- ually she recognized the so-familiar objects. A light breeze moved the chintz window curtains. What a tragedy — her last stake played, and lost ! Now, what was left ? One thought alone possessed her numb- ed mind: she would have to go. The little shop — the quiet town — she would have to leave it all. But go she must. Elmer must not find her out in her one brave lie— in her one lie, that had fail- ed. Where to go? What mattered it? Anywhere — anywhere ! The mythical Aunt Mary was, of course, out of the question. Judith was unappalled at the thought that she knew no single soul out in the world. It made no difference. Her world was annihilated ! Dizzily she rose to her feet. Tears welled from those sad grey eyes, and coursed unheeded down the thin cheeks. She unearthed a pressed-paper telescope . Her lifeless hands, mov- ing unconsciously, tumbled into it her sombre clothes. Nothing mattered any more. The Spring would not return. Then the shop bell wrangled discord- antly. She listened for a moment, not recognizing the familiar sound. Some- one was moving heavily about in the store. Her hands travelled to her face as the footsteps drew nearer. Now they paused on the threshold of the living-room. She forced herself to look up. It was Elmer. His face, under its chronic sunburn, was strikingly pale. He stood there, dumbly regarding her as she crouched on the rag carpet before her packing. What would he say ? Perhaps he would blunder out something about some more tobacco. If he did, Judith knew she would go insane. Why did he stand there, staring? He coughed nervously. His big hand plucked his trousers seam. Say, Jude, he ventured, before 32 THE REDWOOD you go, I ' d — I ' d like to ast ye — some- thing — Judith covered her scarlet face. If he didn ' t leave her soon, she would hate him. After what he had done, to come back, and look on her shame! Her silence heightened his embar- assment. His confusion was pathetic. Say, Jude, he began again, his voice still more fearful, I want to ask ye if — if you wouldn ' t rather — rather stay here, with me? And then, for the first time in her life, Judith Mathews fainted. SIlj? 10U?B M. T. D., Jr. On yonder Hillside where the still graves lie, Rises, a tuft of green, a palm-tree fair ; Thither at evening the doves will fly To pause, and hover, and take shelter there. But scarce has morning dawned ' ere they have flown, Scattered across the azure sky, pure white, Like jewels from a broken necklace strown, Till on some distant housetop they alight. My soul is such a tree. At evening White troops of foolish visions settle on My spirit, from the heavens fluttering ; But with the earliest sunlight they are gone. ®be Bagage J. CHARLES MURPHY C IMG me a song, something strong and bold, ( J Of the bellowing sea that gleams like gold, ( ) And shivers and dances and roars in the sun- Sing of the day that has just begun, That I may look beyond, and see The wonderful World awaiting me, That I may turn my eager gaze To the path alight with quivering rays. Lightly skip o ' er the galloping waves, Ship, that is bearing me far, Pointing your prow to ports unknown, Far from the land whence we have flown, Shunning the hidden bar — Merrily face the frowning deep, Lustily plunge, and prance, and leap ! Sing me a song, something low and sweet, Of angels that circle the Judgment Seat, And tune their harps to a soft, sad strain- Sing of the years of toil and pain, That I may look beyond, and see The harbor of rest, Eternity, That I may turn my wearied gaze To the Sunset Land at the End of Days. Gently cleave the murmuring waves, Ship, that is bearing me home, Pointing your prow to the evening star, Enter at last the Port Afar, Parting the crests of foam, Linger here— for the day is done, Swing at rest— for the Port is won ! 33 PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER REVIEWS - UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER J. CHARLES MURPHY C. K. CANELO LOUIS A. BERGNA EDWARD L. NICHOLSON R. CRAIG HOWARD JAMES R. ENRIGHT LOUIS T. AAILBURN M. V. MERLE A.T. LEONARD G. A. NICHOLSON EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 50 a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL As Mark Twain used to Prologue say: Life is just one ' blessed ' thing after another. ' ' Well, one morning, not long ago, old Sol lifted his rosy head above the hilltops, and beheld the erstwhile deserted halls of Santa Clara teeming with renewed life. The opening of College is an event which usually fol- lows vacation. Whether or not it is a ' blessed ' event remains an open ques- tion. Perhaps, if we had quoted the genial humorist more accurately, his phrase might aptly apply to the pres- ent situation. Most of us may not have relished the thought of coming back to College — and hard work. But after all, the old school has a wonderful hold on a man, and — well, anyhow, felloAVS, it ' s great to be back again, and to extend the hand of friendship to you all. It ' s 34 THE REDWOOD 35 great, too, to see so many new about the campus. And to you new men, in particular, we give a hearty welcome and a sincere Glad to know you . To you, also, we think a word — not of advice, but of explanation — is due. You are entering a University which is characterized by a spirit of demo- cracy. These are not empty words. Every fellow enters Santa Clara on an equal footing. The password is good fellowship— and we use this term in its best sense. We mean the spirit that lays aside differences in race, in wealth, in station. We mean the spirit that puts a smile on the lips and a song in the heart. We mean the spirit that gives the cup of water, and breaks the bread of good fellowship with a famished comrade. You who enter Santa Clara now, will in a few years be the old boys. On you will rest the duty of initiating the new men, of upholding our honored traditions, of maintaining the old Santa Clara spirit. New men — fellows — that will be the sacred trust reposed in you. So, once more, we shake hands all round, and wish each man, old and new, success in every line of student activity he may undertake. No, we are not refer- Our Organ ring to a musical instru- ment, but to the official literary organ of the student-body, The Redwood . We shall not start with an apology. We simply offer the first issue of our book and invite criti- cism. We are going to make mistakes, and we want to be told about them. We shall be delighted to hear from you, at any time. It must be said in passing, that The Redwood is always in need of short stories, essays, and especially of good verse. If you can write, pass in some- thing. If you think you can ' t write, try, at any rate. You may discover a latent talent never dreamed of. And do not be discouraged, if your first efforts are unsuccessful — for non-ac- ceptance does not necessarily imply lack of merit. It simply means that you must wait a little longer. Which reminds us of a story. Thomas Edison was experimenting in his laboratory one day, when a visitor entered, and said, Why, Mr. Edison, your assistant just told me that you have tried to work this experiment in ten thousand different ways, and that each time you have failed. Such a waste of time and labor seems useless to me. The wizard of Menlo Park looked up slowly. Oh, no, he said, my time and labor are not wasted. I have discovered ten thousand things not to do. This illustrates the point we wished to make. Of course, we presumed before writ- ing, that a receipt for a year ' s sub- scription to The Redwood was safe- ly stowed away in your inside pocket. 36 THE REDWOOD If it is not, well, see the Assistant Busi- ness Manager right away. We are not boasting, when we say, that you will get your money ' s worth. The Red- wood has always been rated one of the best College magazines in the country. Even granting, for the sake of argument, that you will not read all the literary matter, the record of College activities alone will be a treas- ured memory to you when College days are over. We solicit, then, the financial, liter- ary and moral support of the student- body, for without this support, The Redwood would fail to justify the very reason of its existence. Freshman Team ' Varsity Rugby This year, Coach Char- lie Austin is going to turn out one of the best rugby teams that ever represented Santa Clara. Prospects for a banner year were never better. It is up to everyone to boost the Big Game . Last year, the Alumni, with unswerving loyalty, worked hard and untiringly for the success of this game. This year we call on the Alumni again. We call on the student-body and on all the friends of Santa Clara. We are going to show once more, that we ap- preciate the spirit that made the var- sity fight like tigers during the last minutes of that heartbreaking game at Ewing Field. We are going to show the men on the team that we are be- hind them to the last ditch. This year, more than ever before, the Fresh- men have the material and the spirit to turn out a wonderful rugby machine. The class of 1920 is the largest that has ever entered this University. With able coaching they are developing a team which, on Oc- tober fourteenth, is due to give battle royal to the Stanford Freshmen. This will be the big game of the year for the babes , and they certainly de- serve our support. A victory will be a big thing for the first year men. So, come on fellows. Three for the Fresh- Attention, Alumn! One of the objects of The Redwood is to form a closer bond of union between the Boys of the Present and of the Past; to make our book serve as a means of communication be- tween present and former students and Alumni of the University. The management of The Redwood this year, has decided to make the Alumni Department a special feature of the magazine. But, of course, to attain this object it will be necessary to keep in close touch with the Old Boys . Hence, any communication of a personal or literary nature, notes of interest about yourself or any of the Alumni with whom you are acquainted, will be gratefully received and find space in our columns. So, fellow-Alumni, let us know where THE REDWOOD 37 you are and what you are doing. Santa cial number entirely devoted to the Clara is still your affectionate mother, Alumni. Any suggestions will be and will rejoice at your success. It is warmly welcomed, a great plesure to hear from the Old And finally, we wish to say that we Boys , and we shall always find space should deem it a favor to enter your for any article you may send us for name on our subscription list, as soon publication. as possible. We hope this year to get out a spe- J. Charles Murphy. My Dear Fellow Ex-men: Instead of preambling you to death, (as is the wont of so many Exchange Editors in their initial numbers) with an outline of the policies I intend to pursue in the conduct of this depart- ment, etc., I shall for the nonce roll up my sleeves, grasp my goosey quill, and boldly plunge in medias res. Nassau ' Lit. ' Near the sub-center of a very pyramid of Ex- changes which have ac- cumulated on my desk during the sum- mer recess, I noted a bit of gold trim- ming on a spotless cover, and uncon- sciously, with twice the ambition that Caesar had for gilded glory, I reached for it — when lo ! from the apex of that ancient Egyptian landmark, miniatured on my desk, tumbled the Nassau ' Lit ' , and with a coyness quite unbefitting so pretentious a journal, it heralded its descent with a gentle crash — felt rath- er than heard! Nevertheless, I welcomed its down- fall with pleasure — in fact, we of ' ' The Redwood have always welcomed the ' Lit ' . Were we disappointed by the choice of contents or overawed by the depths of thought revealed within its pages ? Not a bit— from the first poem to the last farewell Book Talk of the June number, we are enthusiastic, even boisterous in our praise. We cannot give ' especial ' praise to poems, essays, stories or departments, where all were equally deserving of commendation. However, just to mention a few. The story entitled Thoroughbred was very pleasing, with every thought, par- ticular phrase and statement so pur- sued and decided, as to give it a qual- ity seldom met with in short story treatment. My Unused Greek Book is quite apropos in these days of decadent class- ical learning, and with the taste of Omar, the author in every word has placed therein a thought. ' ' Eventually, Why Not Now gives us a peep into the sancta sanctorum of Princeton life. With most of its phases we are already familiar — but as to the Freshmen being pelted with snow- balls, without the privilege of recipro- city, — with all due respect to the spir- 38 THE REDWOOD 39 it prevailing in Eastern universities, here in the untamed West we should hardly call the reciprocity a privilege. Fordham Monthly The Diamond Jubilee number of the Fordham Monthly is a jewel it- self. It sparkles with song and story; with reminiscences that carry us back to the old days at St. John ' s College; with poems that bear the true aesthetic appeal ; with essays varied in character and admirably handled — in short, the Diamond Jubilee number is a work of art. To comment on each particular unit of the Monthly would be impossible — so we must confine ourselves to a lim- ited number of the contributions. It is an axiom among Exchange men that the quality of the poetry in a college magazine is the best reflex of its literary merit. There are five poems in this issue. Two are far above the average of collegiate poetic art. The Carrying of the Cross is a per- fect little cameo — the tender expres- sion, happy choice of words and appro- priate meter all combine to make it a masterly miniature of how : — ' Neath the glare of the noonday sun, ' Neath the pitiless glare of the piti- less sun, This cursed deed, this blessed deed was done. Most suggestive, artistic and appeal- ing is At Last . We can do no bet- ter than quote the last characteristic stanza, which, even standing alone, speaks for itself: — So every day there slips by me, Like an assassin in the gloom, With blade all essayed, The destined second of my doom. The opening poem, Fordham , is a beautiful and touching expression of love from an alumnus to his Alma Mater. It strikes the opening note of a chord which sings through the whole number — a melody with not a single discordant sound — a melody that rings above mere literary value — that makes the Diamond Jubilee number what it is — a perfect work of literary and ar- tistic merit. De Paul Minerval We read the Commence- ment number of De Paul Minerval from the well-placed opening poem, Let Her Forget to Ye Scribe — what shall we call it? Potpourri suggests a lingering essence, if not an aroma; while Ye Scribe ' s results are of the daily things of life, which pass and leave no memories of their particular essence — yet we feel more genial and better able to ' buck ' the world for hav- ing read them. In The Poet Priest of the South we are given a good insight into the life and thoughts of that sweet and lovable singer of the southland, Fr. Abram J. Ryan. The poems quoted, and the fair admirer ' s introduction suggest the nobler things of life — the 40 THE REDWOOD glory of victory, and the honor of un- stained defeat. In the Depths of the Desert is well written, and has ably conveyed the writer ' s thoughts. The prelude and the ending are in themselves at once both a story and an atmosphere. The poems, though few, are excel- lent — and we much regret that want of space does not allow us to criticize ful- ly the contents of this Minerval. But we wish to congratulate the editors and contributors to this number, and we cannot further express our admira- tion for their work than to say, that we feel their magazine is richer for having contained it. Edward L. Nicholson. _, , Artistic, clever, vigor- Georgetown concise _ we pause Coll. Journal for want o£ words with which to praise the May fiction number of our friend from the shadow of the Capitol. It is our ideal of what a publication representing a great Jesuit university ought to be; for every page of it sparkles with literature — real litera- ture, not the pedantic pompousness or jarring bombast which seems to mar so many undergraduate efforts of the day. Of the short stories we were inclined to favor For the Honor of the Alva- rez, and The Gentleman Thief — the former for its clever character an- alysis, and the latter because of its consummate finish. However, The Snyder ' s Creek Mystery ' ' — a rollicking burlesque — is also clever, and written in an easy style, but we must whisperingly con- fide that The Opening of the Door is not quite up to standard — for al- though written in glowing style, the plot is poorly developed and somewhat improbable. The only fault we have to find with the poetry, (and we were by no means in a fault finding mood) was its lack of quantity, not of quality, which was up to the excellence of the prose articles; we were genuinely disappointed to be cut off with only a sip when we were sure there lay deep wells beneath. The melody of The Harvester has a bit of the heart-catch to it, while Bethel and Insatiety both show intensity of feeling; and the touch of pathos in the latter reminds us of the pearly shell, That murmurs of the far-off murmur- ing sea. Just as we had finished tkis notice, the Commencement number of the Journal put in an appearance. Thank you, Georgetown — we shall re- ciprocate. Xavier Athenaeum We found the June number of the Athena- eum on our desk when we returned from vacation. It is in- deed a welcome caller. A neatly set up magazine — with storie s, poems, treatises in admirable proportion — it won us immediately. THE REDWOOD 41 Its one short story was written in a breezy, snappy style, that suited the plot superbly. The interesting compar- ison of Wordsworth and Shelley, though not remarkably acute, set these two — each the King of his own class — in a light fairly unique. The other essays, though more ex- haustive, succeeded in holding our at- tention to the last. We were particularly pleased with the poetry, which consisted of some productions of high standard, and oth- ers of simpler, yet none the less en- chanting verse, under the name of Flowers from Mary ' s Shrine. Of the former, the Class Poem commanded our attention, while, as to the latter, we were inclined to give the laurel to the piece called The Assumption. W. Kevin Casey. Muitwsity Notes Salvete, Fellows Well, here we are again, back at the old stand, but with a new man at the helm of this department. I promise you, my fellow-students, to record faithfully and accurately all your doings — to chronicle all matters of interest pertaining to the Student Body of the University. It will be my duty to mention all our religious, literary, musical, dramatic, forensic and social activities, to give news and notes about the various University and class or- ganizations, and in a word, to record whatever is of interest to you within our little world of College life. And if, peradventure, I should at times seem to overlook some function or happening that may be big with inter- est to some of you, I pray you, forget not that even mighty Homer has been caught napping. So, fellows, don ' t let me forget anything that seems worthy of note or comment — and with your kind cooper- ation, I hope to make this department one of the most enjoyable and readable of the whole book. Faculty Changes The chief officials of the Faculty remain with us this year; the only changes being the following: Rev. N. Purcell, S. J., relieves Fr. J. Grisez, as minister; Rev. N. P. Bell, S. J., suc- ceeds Fr. Fox, S. J., as Professor of Freshman Class, Director of The Red- wood , and Speaker of the House of Philhistorians ; Rev. J. L. McKenna, S. J , is pastor of St. Clare ' s Church in place of Fr. J. Colligan, S. J., who has been called to San Francisco; Messrs. P. Dunne, S. J. ; J. McElmeel, S. J. ; L. Campbell, S. J. ; and G. Menager, S. J., are the new instructors in the High School Department. Rev. Fathers G. Fox, S. J., and P. Galtes, S. J., have gone to the Sacred Heart Novitiate, Los Gatos, to begin their third year of probation. The prayers and best wishes of their many friends accompany them. Mr. A. Quevedo, S. J., has left for St. Louis University to pursue his the- ological studies, while Messrs. V. White, S. J., F. Ralfe, S. J., and A. Oyarzo, S. J., are now stationed in San Francisco. We wish them all success, 42 THE REDWOOD 3 and hope that they will continue the good work they have done while amongst us. c a r a 0n Au S- 29 the first Student Body pegular monthly meet . Meeting (ng of the Associated Students took place in the University Auditorium. President Nick Mar- tin presided, ably assisted by G. Mor- ley Desmond, secretary, and Ted Ryan, treasurer. The reading of the minutes of the last meeting was dispensed with. President Martin announced that trials would be held for a yell leader to succeed Pope Gaffey, who had resigned the honor with grace and dig- nity. Also that a committee would soon be appointed for the purpose of drafting a new constitution. Joe Her- lihy and Al Quill, aided and abetted by the Freshmen, were named to serve on the bon-fire committee for the big football rally. Stitt Wilson was elected the University men ' s representative to the Santa Clara Chamber of Commerce, succeeding Ted Ryan, whose term had come to an end. Then Joe Aurrecoechea, manager of the baseball team, spoke of the trip the team had made to the Hawaiian Islands during the summer vacation. He stated that this was made possible solely through the kindness of Mr. Ben F. Hollinger of Honolulu, Representa- tive of the Oahu Baseball League in the Islands. He then called for a vote of thanks from the Student Body to Mr. Hollin- ger, which was duly seconded and passed unanimously. After a few well-chosen remarks by the Faculty Athletic Moderator, Rev. H. Walsh, S. J., the meeting ad- journed. Mass of the On Aug. 27, the Stu- dent Body assembled Holy Ghost „, n , , ™ , m St. Clare s Church to assist at Mass in honor of the Holy Ghost, and to call down the blessing of God on our studies for the coming year. Rev. Fr. Sullivan, S. J., Vice-Presi- dent of the University, was celebrant of the Mass, and Rev. Fr. Buckley, S. J., Director of Studies, delivered a very appropriate and eloquent sermon to the students. _, _, , The following men have Redwood , . , , „. been appointed mem- ta bers of The Red- wood staff for the coming year by the Director, Rev. N. P. Bell, S. J.: Editor-in-Chief, J. Charles Murphy; Business Manager, C. K. Canelo ; As- sistant Manager, Louis A. Bergna; As- sociate Editors: Reviews, E. L. Nich- olson; University Notes, Craig How- ard; Alumni Notes, James R. Enright; Athletics, Louis T. Milburn. _,, ., , ., . The Senate, this year Philalethic , , ' .. _ under the energetic benate leadership of Rev. Fr. Sullivan, S. J., in its first meeting of 44 THE REDWOOD the semester, proceeded to an immedi ate election of officers with the follow ing results: Elmer Jensen, Vice-Presi dent; Ronald Stewart, Recording Sec retary; Clarence Noeltner, Correspond ing Secretary; Ted Ryan, Treasurer Louis Gairaud, Sergeant-at-Arms. At a subsequent meeting the Senate elected the following men from the House of Philhistorians : J. Chas. Mur- phy, G. Desmond, R. Tremaine, E. Nicholson, W. Muldoon, A. Quill, C. Canelo, E. Harter, H. Johnson and J. Prothero. House of Philhistorians At the first meeting of the House of Philhis- torians, Aug. 22, the of- ficers for the coming semester were elected. At the second meeting, which was formally opened with a smoker and watermelon feed on the even- ing of Tuesday, Aug. 29, these same of- ficers made their installation speeches, and prepared for another year of hard work with their fellow-Philhistorians. But they had not reckoned on the haughty Senators, who nipped their growing aspirations in the bud, by voting many of them into the Senate, where they will have to content them- selves in humbler capacities, for a time at least. And so, their decimated ranks have been filled as follows: Rev. N. P. Bell, S. J., Speaker; C. Coyle, Clerk; F. O ' Neill, Corresponding Secretary; L. Bergna, Treasurer; J. Morris, Librari- an; D. Ryan, Sergeant-at-Arms. At the same time, the following new men were voted into the House : Messrs. Carden, Caldwell, O ' Brien, E. Desmond and Bricca of Junior Class; J. Muldoon, R. Murphy and Gagan of Sophomore; A. McCarthy, Damrell, L. Farrell, Jaeger, Morettini, Hillis, Bergna, Casey, Ford and Mickle of Freshman. Sanctuary Society The first regular meet- ing of the Sanctuary Society was held Aug. 17. The only business transacted was the choosing of officers and candidates : J. Aurrecoechea, Prefect; G. Desmond, Secretary; E. Dana, Treasurer; M. Leonard, Censor; H. Dieringer and J. Dyer, Sacristans ; R. Eisert, Vestry Pre- fect. The candidates were: Craig Howard, Demet Diaz, C. Noeltner, J. Haley, R. Williams, W. Muldoon, R. Fowler and N Korte. Since the reorganiza- J. D. S. tion of College societies is the order of the day, the Junior Dramatic Society not to be behind time, called the roll for the first time this semester on Aug. 28. Only ten members responded. Twenty-two of last year ' s members have finished High School, and two more failed to return. So an almost entirely new society of incipient Thes- pians and debaters will have to be de- veloped. THE REDWOOD 45 The election of officers was proceed- ed to, and it was found that Ygnacio Forster had been chosen Vice-Presi- dent; R. Eisert, Secretary; Benny Wil- liams, Treasurer; and Michael Kenne- dy, Sergeant-at-Arms. Fr. Whelan will be at the helm again this year and he promises great things from his youthful proteges. G. Ench, Tremaine, Kelly, Diaz, Brown and Trabucco. Band and Orchestra As the band will be in great demand during the next few months at rallies, games, etc., no time was lost in getting down to hard practice. Preceding the first practice, the mu- sicians chose the following officers : President and Director, Prof. S. J. Mustol, D. M. ; Vice-President, A. Quill; Secertary, D. Diaz; Treasurer and Manager, G. Ench; Sergeant-at- Arms, L. Bergna. A new bass drum, with all the para- phernalia that goes with it, has been ordered, and will soon be in service. New and up-to-the-minute music is the order of the day — while a new set of books containing the very finest oper- atic overtures has been engaged for the Orchestra. Much praise and great credit is due Prof. Mustol, and his healthy bunch of musicians, who so generously sacrifice their recreations for the strenuous work of hard practice. The members of the band, at present, are: Bergna, Moran, Wilson, Quill, Floto, Dieringer, Azavedo, Lemos, Sparks, McGettigan, _ ., „ A monster rally was Football , ., ., . „ „ .. held on the evening of Sept. 9, to usher in the 1916 football season. Joe Herlihy and Joe Dyer, with the aid of the Freshmen class, erected a huge structure of railroad ties and oth- er inflammable material, to serve as a means of illumination for the jinks of the evening. The band, under the leadership of Prof. Mustol, rendered many excellent selections — and let us say right here, that at this early stage of the game, it was some music. The weird forms of hundreds of stu- dents serpentining around the burning pyre, was a sight for sore eyes — while our ears were sweetly tickled by splen- did speeches form Prof. Donovan, Dean of the Engineering Department, him- self a former West Point football star; Nicholas Martin, President of the As- sociated Students ; Joe Aurrecoechea, Manager of the Varsity team ; Rev. Fr. Walsh, S. J., Moderator of Athletics; James P. Sex, Professor in the Law Department, and Coach Charlie Austin of rugby fame. It was a rally full of the old Santa Clara pep and fighting spirit — and to show how much the varsity foot- ballers appreciated it, they trounced the once famous Barbarians on the next day by the pretty score of 54-0. 46 THE REDWOOD _ , Apropos of the great _, - . work being acconiplish- Retreats , , . ., ed during the summer months in the Laymen ' s Retreats, un- der the Directorship of Rev. Pr. Bo- land, S. J., it may not be out of place to quote the following letter: San Francisco, California, August 28, 1916. To the Reverend Jesuit Fathers, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Reverend and dear Fathers : — The Thirty-second Grand Council, Pacific Grand Council Jurisdiction, Young Men ' s Institute, in Grand Coun- cil assembled at Santa Cruz, Califor- nia, Tuesday, August 22, 1916, direct- ed that I communicate to you knowl- edge of the fact that resolutions of thanks were unanimously adopted ex- pressive of the appreciation of the members of the Young Men ' s Institute for the splendid Laymen ' s Retreats conducted in the name of the Y. M. I. by the Reverend Jesuit Fathers at Santa Clara University, Santa Clara, California. It will be our earnest effort to en- courage and increase the attendance of the members of the Institute at the annual retreats and we pray you God- speed in your efforts to advance this movement for the greater honor and glory of God and the betterment of the laity. Very respectfully yours, GEO. A. STANLEY, Grand Secretary Y. M. I. The Laymen ' s Retreat movement of Santa Clara is a work that the grad- uates of the different departments of the University, in particular, and the Student Body, in general, cannot af- ford to overlook. Get in touch with Fr. Boland con- cerning this wonderful means of sanc- tification, and you will learn many things worth knowing for your future happiness and spiritual welfare. At a recent meeting of Resolutions the Class of Sophomore of the University of Santa Clara, the following resolutions were adopted: WHEREAS, Almighty God, acting in His infinite Wisdom and Goodness, but in a way incomprehensible to us, though most assuredly for our own greater good, has deigned to call to Himself from this life the kind and good father of our beloved classmate, William Keith Volkers, and, WHEREAS, Keith for several years, both in High School and in College, has been a most popular and deservedly respected member of the present So- phomore Class; therefore BE IT RESOLVED, that resolutions indicative of our most heartfelt regret at this bitter bereavement in being de- prived of so good a father be conveyed to our deeply respected classmate and to his dear family, and BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, that a copy of these resolutions be pub- THE REDWOOD 47 lished in the next issue of The Red- wood . Signed : Norbert J. Korte, President, Roy W. Fowler, Vice-President, Joseph A. Oliver, Secretary, Howard F. Nulk, Sergeant-at-Arms _, „ , The fall semester has _ , . started with unusual spirit in the College of Engineering. Practically all the un- dergraduates of last year have regis- tered. They are digging into their new courses with a vengeance, while the incoming Freshmen are earnestly endeavoring to master the elementary lessons of the engineer. Prospects for a record year were never better. The Freshman class is much larger than that of last year, which shows the success of the cam- paign instituted by Professor Sullivan to interest students in engineering. The new men hail from accredited high schools and are bound to make good in the study of engineering. The Engineering Society has sprung into new life. One period a week will be devoted to meetings, debates will be held at each session, and some atten- tion will be devoted to literary exer- cises. The membership of this society is restricted to men enrolled in the En- gineering courses. We learn that Marshall Garlinger, a Senior in Electrical Engineering, has been appointed special tutor for the International Correspondence Schools in San Jose. This appointment reflects great credit on the College of Engineer- ing and on Moose, whom we sin- cerely congratulate. Two transformers have been pre- sented to the Electrical Engineering Department by Leo Fretz of the Pon- tiac Light and Power Company, Illi- CLASS NOTES The class of ' 17, having Senior caught the get-together germ that is in the air these days, organized on Sept. 7. Joe Aurrecoechea will be President of this year ' s Upper classmen; Ronald Stew- art, Vice-President ; Elmer Jensen, Sec- retary; Michael Leonard, Treasurer; and Ivor Wallis, Sergeant-at-Arms. These worthy gentlemen promise some doins in the very near future. Some seem to think that Sophomore the Bearcats are dead. But to show that they are still very much alive and in the running, they recently chose 48 THE REDWOOD Norbert Korte, of moose-like propor- tions, for their President ; Roy Fowler, Vice-President; Joe Oliver, cruiser of the deep, Secretary and Treasurer; Howard Nulk, Sergeant-at-Arms, and the Class Prexy ' s Shadow, Don Dum- py Diaz, Athletic Manager. The Bearcats promise to show the downy Freshmen and canny Juniors something about the game of football pretty soon. We have with us again Freshman —the Bulldogs , forming this year the largest Freshman class in the history of the University. Known for the past two years on account of their wonder- ful pep and spirit of aggressiveness, they threaten this year to outdo them- selves and to surpass all former achievements. A few days after the reopening of classes they got together to organize their forces for the coming year. Joe Taber was elected Class President; Kevin Casey, Vice-President; Jack Howell, Secretary; Bobbie Don, Treas- urer; Louie Bergna, Sergeant-at-Arms, and Elisha Dana, Athletic Business Manager. A few days after the election, Fran- cis Sardine Doud appeared on the campus, with the result that the ' ' Bull- dogs ' ' now have the bite, as well as the bark. These same Freshmen have some lit- tle football team, — but I must not tres- pass on the preserves of the Athletic Editor. Craig Howard. .. , The annual Alumni Banquet R . of the University of Santa Clara took place this year, on Wednesday evening, May 24, in the Italian Room of the St. Francis Hotel, San Francisco. Needless to say, it was characterized Avith all the old time pep , and spirit of loyalty to Alma Mater, that have marked so many similar reunions in the past. Though the attendance, as was to be expected, was not as large as that of last year on the Exposition grounds, nevertheless it was just as spirited and enthusiastic a gathering, as any of its predecessors. The cut, opposite this notice, speaks for itself — and the feast of reason and flow of oratory and song was up to the splendid menu, — and beyond. The toasts were all informal, and the speakers of the evening were the fol- lowing: Mr. J. McDevitt, President of the Alumni Association, the Hon. Brad- ley V. Sargent, Sr., Mr. Michael Wil- liams, Mr. G. Nicholson, Mr. R. Bron- son, and Rev. Fr. Walter Thornton, President of the University. All the addresses rang with the true old Santa Clara spirit — and there was none present who did not feel proud of the honor of being numbered amongst such worthy Alumni. _ Some time ago, the fol- ., ., . lowing letter was sent the Alumni . , ,, ., . , out to the Alumni by Rev Fr. Boland, S. J., Moderator of the Alumni Association of the University, Dear Alumnus : Santa Clara ' s Rugby Season is on, and I wish to inform every member of our Alumni of this very important fact. Never before in the history of the in- stitution have our prospects looked brighter, since we have never had such splendid material to work on. At great expense, we have engaged as coach one of the most noted stars in the Rugby game, Mr. Chas. Austin, who 49 50 THE REDWOOD predicts a banner season for Santa Clara. In addition to the regular schedule, this year will see two great games. On the second Saturday of October our Freshmen and the Stanford Freshmen team will clash at San Francisco, this game being made possible by the large number of students that entered the University of Santa Clara this year. On the second Saturday of Novem- ber, Santa Clara Varsity meets Stan- ford Varsity in the BIG RUGBY GAME of 1916— the all important event of important sports. The entire Student Body is looking to the Alum- ni, for the Alumni have it in their power to make everything of these two games, and especially of the BIG GAME. The Alumni did wonders last year; this year they must do as much, and more. In a very short time every alumnus will receive a copy of the schedule of all the games of the Rugby Season of 1916. I might mention in passing, that it is the intention of the Student Body to keep the Alumni in touch with all Uni- versity events for the school year of 1916-17, irrespective of their nature, and, as the student body is doing its utmost for Alma Mater, it feels cer- tain that the Alumni — true to them- selves — will more than do their share. Very sincerely yours, WILLIAM M. BOLAND, S. J., Moderator of the Alumni. The last paragraph of this letter is of particular interest to us of The Redwood . It means that The Red- wood is to be the official medium of communication between the Student Body of the University and the Alumni. And so, we feel that now, more than ever before, we can appeal to the Alum- ni to show their old time pep and love of Alma Mater by helping The Redwood to maintain its high stand- ing in the Collegiate world of letters — and to make it serve in real earnest as the bond that is to knit closer together the Boys of the Present and of the Past. Therefore, we bespeak most earnest- ly your financial, moral and literary support. We refer you to Mr. Mur- phy ' s editorial on this subject in the present issue. The San Francisco Club of the Alumni Association has graciously listened to our appeal through the Rev. Moderator of the Alumni, Fr. Boland. If we could enroll the other clubs as well, we could proudly boast of 500 Alumni on our subscription list. And why, too, cannot many of the Alumni advertise a bit in the columns of their paper? We can pretty safely assure them that it would not be money thrown away. We certainly would see to it that some business would be thrown their way. And finally, if we could promise our advertisers that The Redwood is on display in a great number of the wait- ing-rooms and offices of our many pro- fessional and business men Alumni, you THE REDWOOD 51 may be sure the oftimes irksome task of our Business Managers would be considerably lightened, and our adver- tising pages greatly increased. ,, ., „ . Quite a goodly number At the Foot- , ,, ® . , . . „ -, ot the Alumni and ior- ball Game , , . mer students were in evidence at the first football game of the 1916 season, on Sunday, Sept. 10. First, we noticed the presence of Joe McDevitt, President of the Alumni Association — and he certainly was warmly welcomed by the rooting section, which gave him a rousing sky-rocket . Come soon again, Joe. Then there were Eddie McLaughlin, Ervin Best, Bob Flood, Harold McKin- non, Steve White, Jimmy Coyle, Charly South, Joe Hartman, Ivo Bogan, Nig Garnot, Mike Tiernan, and others. George Woolrich was expected, but didn ' t make it. It sure was some game, eh, boys? And last, though not least, Rev. Fr. Morton, S. J., our Vice-President the year before last, and Mr. V. White, S. J., last year ' s Faculty Moderator of Athletics, came down from San Fran- cisco to cheer the boys on to victory. Needless to say they were heartily wel- comed by their many friends and ad- mirers in this neck o ' the woods. ' 58 It was with deep regret that .we learned last August of the demise of Hon. John M. Burnett of the class of ' 58. He was the oldest living graduate of Santa Clara, and a host of friends mourn his loss. May his soul rest in peace. Mr. J. C. Sullivan, wealthy Ex ' 59 vineyardist of Napa, Cal., dropped in to pay us a wel- come visit some time ago, after an ab- sence of over 50 years from his Alma Mater. Needless to say he found the old place considerably changed since his time — and he entertained us with many happy reminiscences of the sweet long ago. We report with genuine sor- ' 68 ' 79 row the news of the death of Louis Sage, ' 68, and of Da- vid Mahoney, ' 79. May the God of mercy be kind to them! Kind fortune has smiled on ' 84 the Hon. Bradley V. Sar- gent, Sr., of ' 84. He was recently nominated Superior Judge in San Francisco. Judge Sargent was familairly known about the yard as Brad in his day, and a better stu- dent in every branch it was hard to find. For many years past he has been Judge of Monterey County. All suc- cess, Judge. We were sorry to hear of the ' 84 death of Robert Syer ' s mother, which occurred re- cently. Mr. Syer is one of the leading 52 THE REDWOOD lawyers of San Jose. The Faculty, Student Body and Redwood send sincere condolences. ' 96 We hear that Jim Em- ery, ' 96, is at present in San Francisco. Jim is now a prominent attorney of Washing- ton, D. C, and we sincerely hope that he will find time to pay us a visit be- fore returning East. ' 05 A beautiful baby girl was born to Mr. and Mrs. John H. Riordan during the sum- mer. We send t he happy parents our warmest felicitations, and trust that Jack will prove a kind and indul- gent father. Rev. Eugene Ivancovich, S. Ex ' 08 J., has been appointed a member of the faculty of St. Vincent College, Los Angeles. He has just returned from Spokane, Wash., where, for the past three years, he has been taking a course in scholas- tic philosophy. The good wishes of the Alumni and Student Body go with him to his new field of labor. Rev. Peter M. Dunne, S. J., another Ex- ' 08 man, has come from San Fran- cisco to direct the destinies of the sec- ond year preps . He is very popular with these young hopefuls. John J. Jones, also of ' 08, is the proud father of a darling son, who was baptized recently in St. Clare ' s Church, by Fr. Boland. John Jr., is known to his father, and immediate circle of rel- atives as the young governor . Con- gratulations are being shoAvered in plentiful abundance on ' ' the old man ' ' . James J. Daly has just been ' 09 appointed American Consul to Venezuela. He has prac- ticed law of late in Washington, D. C, and was one of the brightest students, and best elocutionists and actors of his time at Santa Clara. We extend our heartiest congratulations and best wishes. Harry Wolter, star right- Ex ' 10 fielder of the Los Angeles Coast League team for two seasons, has been sold to the Chicago National League Club. Harry is well known here, having coached the var- sity teams of ' 14 and ' 15. Emmet D. McCarthy, Ex- Ex ' 11 ' 11, of San Francisco, and Miss Eunice Claire Haley of San Jose, were recently united in the holy bonds of matrimony in St. Jos- eph ' s Church, Sa n Jose, by Rev. R. Burns, S. J. Our best wishes are ex- tended to the bride and groom. Chauncey Tramutola has re- ' 11 cently been nominated for the office of State Senator of California on the Democratic ticket. We hope that he will secure the elec- THE REDWOOD 53 tion in November, and we know that he will make good. ' 14 Harold McKinnon is now practicing law in San Fran- cisco. He is in partnership with Attorney Ryan, and his offices are in the Hearst building. He was down for our first rugby game with the Bar- barians. Edwin Carlin, Ex- ' 14, is the father of a bouncing boy, christened Tobin. Edwin resides at Marysville. We hope that in due time young Tobin will reg- ister here, and keep the family name to the front in Santa Clara. 15 Adolph Canelo left us re- cently to take a post-gradu- ate course in law at Colum- bia University. Ad was very active in school activities here in his under- graduate years. We wish him all suc- cess. Eddie Booth, another member of the ' 15 class, has left his native city, Seat- tle, for a trip to Alaska with his father. Rene Menager, Ex- ' 15, is Ex ' 15 now fighting in France. He is with the 37th Infantry. He was, up to a short time ago, sta- tioned at the Bordeaux barracks, but is now at the front, near Verdun. In a recent letter to his brother here, Mr. G. Menager, S. J., he remarks that he is doing well, and rather enjoys the novel experience. The following men of the ' 16 class of ' 16 have returned to the University for post- graduate work in the Law Department : W. Cannon, H. Hall, W. Herrin, N. Martin, G. Nicholson, E. Tiangco, J. Herlihy and J. Trabucco. Tony Boone has won his first case in court. He was one of the most popular students ever registered in the University, and was Student Body President last year. Tony has car- ried away more honors than the Uni- versity has ever before conferred on any one student. He ' s a comer. Eddie McLaughlin is registered in the College of Engineering at Colum- bia. Emile Coschina is associated with the District Attorney ' s office in San Jose, having charge of the juvenile de- partment. Francis Emmet ( Doc ) Browne has entered the University of Southern California. James D. Coyle, Jr., of Sacramento, has registered in the medical school at Stanford. Jimmy was the winner of last year ' s Senior Nobili medal — he was also organist of the chapel choir. Others who have entered the Stan- ford medical -department are Chas. D. South, Jr., Dave Draper, Edwin Walsh and Alf. Kavanagh. Franck Laine, en route East, has written, telling of the fine trip he is enjoying. He has lately spent some time in Detroit, where he was shown through the Ford and Cadillac facto- 54 THE REDWOOD ries. He will be engaged by the West- inghouse Co., of Pittsburg during the coming year. Just as we were going to press, the following items came to our desk: — Angelo Quevedo, ' 05, has just been united in marriage to Miss Irene Pag- liery in far off Cuba. Angelo is, at present, manager of the Cuban Sugar Co., in Cienfuegos. We send heartiest congratulations. Frank Plank, Ex- ' 07, died in San Diego, last July, as the result of a very serious operation. Requiescat in pace. Constantine M. Castruccio, ' 13, just back from the Columbia College of Law, announces the opening of his of- fices for the general practice of law at 214-215 International Bank Building, Los Angeles. We wish Cass all suc- cess. James R. Enright. THE BASEBALL TEAM AT WAIKIKI BEACH. H. FRESHMAN FOOTBALL SQUAD W ' ' -r- 1916 Rug-by Schedule. Sunday, Sept. 10 — Santa Clara vs. Barbarians at S. C. Sunday, Sept. 17 — Santa Clara vs. Olympic Club at S. C. Sunday, Sept. 24 — Santa Clara vs. St. Ignatius at S. C. Sunday, Oct. 1 — Santa Clara vs. Olympic Club at S. C. Sunday, Oct. 8 — Santa Clara vs. Palo Alto Athletic Club at S. C. Saturday, Oct. 14 — S anta Clara Freshmen vs. Stanford Freshmen at San Francisco. Sunday, Oct. 15 — Santa Clara vs. Olympic Club at S. C. Sunday, Oct. 22 — Santa Clara vs. Palo Alto Athletic Club at S. C. Sunday, Oct. 29 — Santa Clara vs. Olympics at S. C. Sunday, Nov. 5. — Santa Clara vs. Barbarians at S. C. Saturday, Nov. 11 — Santa Clara vs. Stanford at San Francisco. Rugby Notes. The opening of the 1916 semester saw a goodly number of veterans back, as well as many new and prom- ising men anxiously awaiting the- first rugby call of the year. After the boys had been assigned their respective classes, Coach Charley Austin an- nounced the first rugby practice of the year. Of the veterans, who so gallantly up- held the honors of the Red and White last year, we have the follow- ing players with us : Among the forwards are Curtin, Winston, W. Muldoon, J. O ' Neil, Co- schina, Hickey and Korte, while Diaz, Scholz, B. Fitzpatrick, Fowler and Mil- burn remain from the backfield. Much to the regret of the team as well as the Student Body, Wassum and Bensberg were disabled by injuries early in the season, and the team, in particular, sincerely hopes to see the reappearance of these men in the lineup before we play Stanford. Both players are excel- lent men on the defense, fast and good punters. 55 56 THE REDWOOD Of the new men, Don, Ench, J. Mul- doon, Berndt, McKechnie, Le Bour- veau, Eisert, Howell, McCarthy, Sparks, Bergna, J. Connors, Dana, McLaren, Gardner, Gardella, Desmond, Acquis- tapace, Vicini, Cota, Hudner, Heafey, Hillis, and others, are displaying un- usual inside knowledge of the game. The many enthusiastic followers of the Red and White , as well as the Alumni and students, were overjoyed to learn that Charlie Austin had been selected to coach this year ' s rugby team. Coach Austin has had a varied and great career as a rugby player. His sterling playing qualities won him a position on the All- American team in his senior year at high school. This was the first time in the history of the game on the Pacific Coast that a high school player won this enviable posi- tion. In 1913 and 1914 he played first five for the Stanford Varsity, and it was his wonderful offensive work, which defeated California each year. On the turf, Charlie works faithfully with the team, and remarkable improvements are noticeable daily in the article of rugby the team is playing. Santa Clara was indeed fortunate in securing his services; and we feel assured that under his able guidance the Red and White will have a banner year. Among the accidental qualifications necessary to place a well-conditioned rugby fifteen on the turf is a good trainer. This year Santa Clara can justly boast of such an asset. To Mr. Gus Peterson, Santa Clara has intrust- ed this duty. Mr. Peterson has had many years experience in aquatics as an instructor and trainer; and at one time was in the employ of the U. S. as a life guard. Gus is very popular with the boys, and his willingness to care for the injured has made him a loyal friend of the students. Joseph Aurrecoechea has been re- appointed manager of athletics; and the weighty schedule he has already planned for this rugby season proves his efficiency. Joe has many duties devolving upon him this year, but he always manages to spend four nights a week watching the team practice. To Father Walsh has fallen the task of Faculty Moderator. He has entered upon his new duties most willingly, and is doing everything possible for the team. His popularity among the stu- dents is greatly due to the impartial- ity he shows; treating both veterans and new men alike. Likewise, Father Sullivan deserves great praise from the entire Student Body for the enthusias- tic rallies and fine work he continually does for the team. Freshman Notes. Next in importance to our big inter- collegiate rugby event with Stanford on Saturday, Nov. 11th, will be the clash of our Freshman Team with the Stanford Freshmen on Saturday, Oct. 14th in San Francisco, at Ewing Field. The Freshmen have a team that sur- passes any which ever represented the THE REDWOOD 57 Mission Institution and all are looking forward to the big event with keen in- terest. The students will appear in a body at this big game, and we all expect the aid of the Alumni and friends of Santa Clara to promote this contest. Such stars as Muldoon and McKech- nie of Berkeley High School, John ' Neil of Los Angeles High, C. Palmtag of Watsonville, Don and Berndt, the two stellar performers of Lowell High, Howell of Oakland High, McLaren, the speedy wing from Cogswell High, Gar- della of Livermore High, Cota of San- ta Barbara High, Le Bourveau of Marysville High, Gardner of Fremont High, and Hudner of Hollister, are a combination difficult to surpass, while from Fr. Whelan ' s speedy Preps of last year we have Eisert, Dana, Vicini, Ench, Pipes, McCarthy, Sparks, Berg- na, Doud, Conneally, Foley, Dieringer and Acquistapace. So let us show our loyalty to the first year men, and cheer them on to victory at Ewing Field on Oct. 14. With the Team in Hawaii. Santa Clara 5 Honolulu 4. The inclement weather prevented the team from taking advantage of practice work during the greater part of our first week ' s stay in Honolulu. On Saturday, June the twenty-third, the varsity commenced its regular schedule against the Honolulu Team, which resulted in a victory for Santa Clara, by a score of 5 to 4. Bliss was selected to twirl for Santa Clara, but he was unable to control, and was obliged to give way to Leon- ard, who held the opposing batsmen safely at all times. On many occasions we had two men on bases, but a made- to-order double play spoiled our chances of scoring. Though we annexed a victory, the game was marred by two serious inju- ries to Bensberg and Maher. Both players would add strength to any team, and their loss was keenly felt in our remaining games. The harmony of the infield was badly shattered, but despite the loss of these two valuable players the team fought every inning in the remaining games, and the press and fans noted this special feature and congratulated the Santa Clarans for the fighting spirit and gameness they manifested. The score: SANTA CLARA. ABRBHPOAE Milburn, cf 5 3 2 Gay, ss 5 10 10 Bensberg, lb 3 17 O ' Neil, rf 3b 4 110 10 Desmond, rf 4 12 10 Maher, 3b 2 112 10 Perciado, 2b 5 110 2 1 Hall, c 2 2 13 2 Bliss, p 2 Leonard, p 10 33 5 9 27 10 1 58 THE REDWOOD HONOLULUS ABRBHPOAE Carroll, If 4 110 2 Bushnell, ss 4 2 3 3 Souza, 3b 3 3 Flizer, lb 4 12 9 1 Jackson, 2b 4 15 4 Holcomb, ef 4 12 2 1 Ornellas, rf 110 Perry, rf 2 110 McGavin, c 4 5 3 1 Meyer, p 4 12 1 34 4 9 27 11 6 Santa Clara 5. Chinese 6. On Sunday we played the clever Chi- nese team and with luck favoring the Orientals we were defeated by a score of 6 to 5. The Chinese play fast ball, hit well, and are clever fielders. Their strong- est point is excellent base running. Each successive year finds them rep- resented by the same team, and un- doubtedly this accounts for their great team-work. Santa Clara commenced the scoring when Gay singled through the infield and scored on O ' Neil ' s two base hit. The Chinese gathered two runs in the second inning and two more in the third. After this avalanche the team played perfect ball behind Brown, and made a brave fight to even the score. In the sixth inning Milburn doubled, and scored on an error, while O ' Neil scored on Hall ' s hit. Desmond hit safely in the seventh inning, and scored through Perciado ' s hard drive into the bleachers. Percia- do added the final tally on Bensberg ' s long sacrifice into left field. Immedi- ately after the game the Oriental fans treated their fellow ball players most loyally by firing firecrackers in abund- ance and serpentining around the field. The novelty of such a mode of celebrat- ing a victory was greatly admired and appreciated by the boys from the States. The score: SANTA CLAEA. ABRBHPOAE Milburn, cf 5 12 Gay, ss ._ 4 114 2 1 O ' Neil, 2b _ 5 113 1 Brown, p 4 13 1 Desmond, If 3 113 Perciado, 3b 4 10 Bensberg, lb 2 3 10 Wilson, lb 2 5 Larkin, rf 4 110 38 5 7 23 10 3 CHINESE. ABRBHPOA E En Sue, cf 2 10 2 Kai Luke, ss 3 112 10 L. Akana, rf 3 12 Ah Hee, lb 3b 3 117 12 Kan Yen, c 3b 3 10 8 5 Hon Ki, 2b p 4 110 11 Tyan, 3b 3 11 Leong, c 10 14 Luck Yee, p lb 3 13 12 Kan Leong, If 3 10 28 6 7 27 10 6 THE REDWOOD 59 Santa Clara 4. 25th Infantry 6. Our third contenders were the col- ored regiment of the Twenty-fifth In- fantry. They are considered the best organized team ever developed in Hon- olulu, and fifteen hundred fans were present to witness the game. Rogan, the greatest player and pitch- er, who ever donned a uniform in the Islands, was opposed by Pinkie Leonard. For nine innings Pinkie kept his hits well scattered and errors at critical moments, and inability of our batters to hit safely at opportune times prevented an S. C. victory, which Leonard justly deserved. Seventeen Santa Clara runners were left on bases and on three occasions, with the bases full, we failed to annex a soli- tary run. With the score of 5 to 4 standing against the team in the ninth inning they made a valiant attempt to overcome this lead. An error placed O ' Neil on first safely, while Desmond walked, Perciado hit a terrific drive into left field territory which looked like a home run, but Crafton, the sol- dier ' s star left fielder, knocked the ball down with his gloved hand, and whirling around caught it with his bare hand, only to complete a spectac- ular double play. The score: SANTA CLARA. ABRBHPOA E Milburn, cf _ 5 2 3 3 Wilson, lb 2 1 10 1 2 Gay, ss _ 5 114 1 ABRBHPOA E O ' Neil, 2b _ 4 112 4 Desmond, If 4 10 1 Hall, c 4 2 7 3 Perciado, 3b 5 10 11 Larkin, rf 4 Leonard, p 3 37 4 8 24 13 5 25TH INFANTRY. AB R BH PO A E Ware, rf 4 1110 Swinton, c 4 1 11 Rogan, p 3 113 Crafton, If 4 13 10 Johnson, cf 4 10 Smith, ss 4 2 2 12 Fagin, 2b 4 1112 Moore, 3b 2 10 3 1 Hawkins, lb 4 9 2 33 5 8 27 11 3 Santa Clara 5. St. Louis College 2. Playing good ball behind Pinkie Leonard, the Varsity won a well-earn- ed game from St. Louis. The Varsity easily solved the curves of Barney Joy and Jassen, and hit op- portunely. In the second inning Bensberg dou- bled and scored on O ' Neil ' s hit through the infield. O ' Neil scored on Hall ' s infield hit. In the fifth inning, the team prac- tically won the game when Hall reach- ed first on an error and scored on Per- ciado ' s three base hit; Desmond ' s sin- gle scored Perciado. 60 THE REDWOOD The game was principally featured WHEREAS, The baseball team of by two speedy double plays, and the this University, during its recent so- remarkable pitching of Pinkie journ in the Hawaiian Islands, enjoyed Leonard. and appreciated the generous hospital- The score : ity of the people of Honolulu, and SANTA CLARA. WHERAS, This visit to the tropical AB R BH PO A E Islands was made possible and rendered Milburn, cf 5 15 exceptionally enjoyable by the unself- Wilson, rf 3 1110 ish efforts and unfailing good-will of Bensberg, lb 5 119 Mr. and Mrs. Ben Hollinger, and by O ' Neil, 3b 4 1110 the generosity and interest of those con- Gay, ss 2 2 4 1 nected with the trip, and Hall, c 4 116 WHEREAS, Our boys who suffered Perciado, 2b 4 112 11 from injuries received in the games Desmond, If 11110 1 were cared for and accorded the very Leonard, p 10 4 best of treatment by reason of the un- flagging zeal and Christlike charity of 29 5 7 27 10 3 the same Mr. and Mrs. Hollinger, and ST. LOUIS. WHEREAS, The Associated Students AB R BH PO A E of the University of Santa Clara appre- Peterson, cf 4 2 ciate to the utmost their great-hearted Leong, rf 10 10 interest and kindly aid ; therefore Jassen, p 3 110 4 BE IT RESOLVED, That resolutions Mouyama, 2b 4 1110 expressing our most sincere thanks and Akana, lb 4 9 11 heartfelt gratitude be extended to the Nye, If 4 12 same Mr. and Mrs. Hollinger, and Hoke, 3b 4 6 2 BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED, That Ching Pui, ss 3 2 2 a eopy of these resolutions be published Soares, c 3 4 i n The Redwood. J °y P rf J5 2i 1 1 1 1 Nicholas J. Martin 16, 33 2 4 27 10 1 President. Gerald M. Desmond ' 18, Louis T. Milburn. Secretary. Theodore Ryan ' 17, Resolutions. Treasurer. At a meeting of the Associated Stu- William Muldoon ' 18 dents of the University of Santa Clara, Sergeant-at-Arms. held on August 25, the following resolu- Joseph R. Aurrecoechea ' 17, tions were adopted: Athletic Manager. THE REDWOOD 61 Prep Notes. When we returned to College this year, we found that for moderator of Prep, athletics we had Fr. McElmeel. He was entirely new to us. Of course, we had to look up his record ; and that was not hard to find. As a student of Gonzaga University, Spokane, Wash., some twelve years ago, he established quite a reputation as an athlete. Be- fore coming to Santa Clara he had been moderator of athletics for three years at Gonzaga, and it was during that time, such men as Mulholland and Raftis, who were with us last year, were developed. Consequently, the Preps ought to congratulate them- selves in having such a man as Fr. Mc- Elmeel to guide their destinies. Of course, football is now in full swing, and the Preps are going along under circumstances, the most encour- aging, plenty of enthusiasm, loads of pep , in short, everything to give joy to the heart of our coach, Charlie Austin. Let us here and now tender a sincere vote of thanks to Charlie. He has shown the Preps more attention than any previous coach has done, and we Preps surely appreciate it. On looking over our material, we find several large holes left by those of last year ' s team who are now fighting for places on the speedy Freshman 15. Among the missing are Capt. Dana, Remmel, Fish Doud, Conneally, his brother Tom, McCarthy, Sparks, Vi- cini, and O ' Hare. To fill these positions is no easy task. Of last year ' s team there remain Skip- per Dick Eisert, who is to pilot this year ' s ruggers, Heafy, Pipes, Bud Byrne, Foley, and Amaral. Still there seems to be some likely material both among last year ' s Second Preps and the newcomers. In practice many have shown up well; conspicuous among these are, Carr, Le Bourveau, Ferra- rio, Ocana, Demartini, Smith, Costa and Cleghorn. So when the material is rounded into shape the Preps will have a pretty fair team. At present prac- tice is being held daily, and the young hopefuls are put through trick plays, dribbling, passing, scrimmage, in short everything the varsity does. On Sept. 16th the Preps ' first battle will be played. And after that a rather heavy schedule will be carried. Mana- ger Ygnacio Forster is busily at work, they tell us, pushing the quill, and do- ing all in his power to make the pres- ent season the best ever. The Mountain League. The irrepressible Mountain League is again on the field. To be sure Gen- eral Studich Marenovich is not on hand to direct his cohorts, as they plunge valiantly into the fray. It is rumored that the old veteran has been called to Europe to lead his countrymen, the Austrians, on to victory; but he has trained able understudies in the per- sons of Clabby Howard and Sea- Dog Oliver. So well have these last two named filled the place of the old general that at the very first call to 62 THE REDWOOD arms, the Mountain Goats came forth in droves clad in the warlike attire of ruggers. The first game of the Mountain League was played between the Polen- tas and the Raviolis, the former team being captained by Sea-Dog Oliver, and the latter being under the leader- ship of Mr. June Vogler. Just which team came off victorious is a rather difficult matter to determine ; for from the debris of tufts of hair and torn B. V. D. ' s and other articles of pergonal apparel it is extremely hard to decide whether more of the Polentas or of the Raviolis remained on the field of bat- tle. But on the reception of later and impartial information, we have been notified quite authoritatively that the honors were accorded to Joe Oliver ' s Polentas by a score of 6 to 0. The features of the game were ' ' Clab- by Howard ' s 95 yard run through a scattering field for a try. Needless to say, Nauta was all in. Bricea, they tell us, starred too, but just in what way seems a little difficult to deter- mine. At any rate it ' s a good thing that Charlie Austin did not see the game, for, had he seen it, there would have been a new Varsity and no more Mountain League, for the League stars could not be paid to play on the Var- sity. B. T. Williams. CONTENTS THE VICTORY (Verse) THE EVOLUTION OF FOOTBALL ALMA Mater (Verse) THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH THE RED AND WHITE (Verse) THE GAME OF RUGBY J. Charles Murphy Henry L. Walsh, S. J. R. J. W. Kevin Casey Chas. D. South Coach Charlie Austin THE WORLD IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT (Verse) Eugene W. Butler THE YELLOW STRIPE CHEER, BOYS, CHEER THE 1916 VARSITY YOU FIGHTING MEN IN GRAY (Verse) DOES LOYALTY ALWAYS PAY ? Santa Clara for mine (Verse) EDITORIAL EXCHANGES .-.--- UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - ATHLETICS Chester Palmtag J. R. Captain Louis Milburn Eugene W. Butler J Rudie J. Scholz ( J. Chas. Murphy Jos. M. McKiernan 92 97 98 101 106 112 117 -J z . u X z s5 5 o Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1916 No. 2 ©tjp Utrtorg J. CHARLES MURPHY • THERE ' LL be lots of noise and yelling, aj There ' ll be lots of pep and flgkt, And a funeral bell will knell On tkat memorable nigkt, And -we ' ll sing a song of victory The long nigkt tkrougk, On November 11, Stanford, Wken We Get You. Wken we ' re koisting up our banner, And kauling down tke foe ' s, Tken we ' ll madly sing and fling To tke wildest wind tkat blows Tke old Red and Wkite we love, And figkt for, too, On November 11, Stanford, Wken We Get The Evolution of Football Rev. Henry L. Walsh, S. J. Moderator of Athletics HE earliest mention made of football is in the 12th century. Even the eye of the greatest of Nature ' s observers, the immor- tal Shakespeare, did not overlook it, and he tells us that it was in his day ' ' a low form of amusement played by the lower classes. Then and for some years following, it seems to have been confined mainly to the rural districts of England. Writers tell us that it was a common sight on a holiday to behold all the male inhabitants of one village striving in vigorous combat with the representatives of a neighboring vil- lage, kicking the elusive little pigskin, and carrying it betimes over hill and dale towards the gate of their oppon- ents. As these town gates were some- times two and three miles apart we can readily understand the extent of the field of play in some of these early in- terurban contests. The philosophical Mr. Dooley gives us some light as to the nature of the game played in the land where he was born. ' ' Whin I was a la-ad, iv a Sundah af th- ernoon, we ' d get out in th ' field where th ' oats ' d been cut away, an ' we ' d choose up sides. Wan cap ' n ' d pick 64 wan man, an ' th ' other another. ' I choose Dooley, ' ' I choose ' Con- ner, ' ' I choose Dimpsey, ' ' I choose Riordan, ' and so on till there was twinty-five or thirty on a side. Thin wan cap ' n ' d kick th ' ball, an ' all our side ' d r-run at it an ' kick it back; an ' thin wan iv th ' other side ' d kick it to us, an ' afther awhile th ' game ' d get so timpischous that all th ' la-ads iv both sides ' d be in wan pile, kickin ' aAvay at wan or th ' other or at th ' ball or at th ' impire. An ' if anny wan laid hands on th ' ball, he was kicked be ivry wan else an ' be th ' impire. We played fr ' m noon till dark, an ' kicked th ' ball all th ' way home in th ' moon- light. It is easy to understand how such a contest met with the unanimous veto of the Puritans and other high-minded classes of civilized society in those good old days. The ever-outreaching law in England finally took the matter into its hands, and before long football was forbidden entirely, a heavy sen- tence being imposed upon anyone who played or even witnessed a game. The parents of the upper classes considered it both a dangerous and degrading pas- time for their children. However, between the years 1850 and THE REDWOOD 65 1860, there seems to have appeared a revival of athletic sports all over Eng- land, and football was once more in fa- vor, as a winter diversion. In 1863, a futile attempt was made at organiza- tion. Meetings were held in London by committees from different clubs to settle upon a fixed code of rules and arrange a schedule of games. But as there existed at this period two differ- ent factions, each favoring a different style of football, the result of the con- vention was much verbal wrangling and no satisfactory arrangements. These factions were known as the Asso- ciation players, or Dribblers, on the one side, and the Rugbyites on the other. Association football in those days was the same as it is today. Rugby was a further modification of Associ- ation, and received its name from the fact that running with the ball and tackling the runner were first intro- duced at Rugby College. In the course of time it became the more popular game and interest in it gradually increased, until 1871, when the first real Rugby Union was formed. At first no provision was made for the size of the field of play, but soon it was agreed upon that it should be 110 yards in length and 75 yards in width, which dimensions still hold good. From an unlimited number of players on a side, twenty were finally agreed upon as the maximum limit. All the features of the old time game of Rugby have been preserved almost in their entirety down to our own day, with one notable difference, that if a man had obtained possession of the ball and was tackled and fairly held he had to cry down , and place the ball on the ground for a scrummage. Another difference was that a try or touch-down in those days counted no points for the players making it, but gave them the advantage of trying for a goal, which, if successfully kicked, counted one point. The victory was determined alone by the number of these goals. In 1877, at the request of the Scot- land delegation, the number of men constituting a Rugby team was reduc- ed to fifteen. It lined up with ten for- wards, or scrum men, two half-backs and three backs. In 1882, the coaches at Oxford systematized the work of the five men behind the scrum and de- veloped the beautiful style of play which we admire so much in a set of scientifically trained backs today. From England we now turn to the consideration of the origin and devel- opment of football in the United States. In the early Colonial days the game of football was not unknown, al- though it existed after a somewhat crude and ruleless fashion. On Thanks- giving Day a pig ' s bladder was inflated and after the gentlemen folk had en- joyed a hearty turkey dinner, they would repair to the streets or a nearby field and enjoy themselves to their heart ' s content by kicking about this improvised bag of wind. Little by lit- tle it developed into a crude sport 66 THE REDWOOD similar in nature to the English drib- bling game and entirely innocent of rule or regulation. The earliest mention of a college contest is that of the Freshman-Sopho- more game at Yale in 1840, where the football is mentioned as a round bladder ball in a leather case. Every year these scrimmages waxed fiercer, and generally ended in open riots, the players fighting with each other at times, and paying little attention to the ball. Towards the year 1861, the Faculty was forced to step in and leg- islate against the continuance of these contests, and football died a natural death. In the year 1869, however, we read that Princeton and Rutgers engaged in the first intercollegiate contest ever held, either in England or America. Columbia became interested in 1870, and Yale in 1872. Up to this time, the style of play was modeled upon the Association code of rules, until Harvard showed the first signs of pro- gress by training its team along the Rugby style of play, and engaging in a Rugby contest with McGill University of Montreal, in 1874. In 1875, Harvard challenged Yale, but the latter University demanded cer- tain concessions in the Rugby code, from which the special rules drafted for this game were known at the time as Concessionary Rules . The next year saw Harvard, Yale, Princeton and Columbia formed into an intercollegi- ate league and agreeing to play under a modified code of Rugby, which, with the changes introduced from year to year as the game was taken up by the colleges and schools all over the United States, comprises the present Intercol- legiate Rules of what its adherents are pleased to call American football. Why was the change made from the Rugby form of play? The main ob- jection seems to have been made against the scrummage, because of the apparent confusion and uncertainty that existed once the ball was thrown into the middle of the pack. ' ' The ball should come out clean to the backs, said the dissenters. Hence was devised the formation now existing in the American game, namely of a center rush in the middle of the line, flanked by a guard, a tackle and an end on either side. Im- mediately behind the center rush the quarter-back takes his stand, and in a line behind him a full-back flanked on either side by a half-back. When the ball is dead, it is put in play again by giving it to the center rush of the team which has rightful possession of the ball, who passes it from the ground by hand to the quarter-back, who passes it by hand to one of the two backs, who endeavors to advance it through the opponents ' line by one or another of a series of possible plays. Our friend, Mr. Dooley, gives a gra- phic description of this style of play in a game he witnessed: ' Sivin, eigh- teen, two, four, ' says the cap ' n. Imme- diately wan la-ad hauled off an ' give a la-ad acrost fr ' m him a punch in th ' stomach. His frind acrost th ' way THE REDWOOD 67 caught him in th ' ear. The cinter rush in th ' Flamin ' Tigers was tied in a knot iv th ' Tigers took a runnin ' jump at th ' around wan iv th ' Howly Terrors, left lung iv wan iv th ' Terrors an ' wint Only wan iv thim remained on th ' to th ' grass with him. Four iv th ' field. He was lyin ' face down, with Terrors leaped most crooly at four iv his nose in th ' mud. Well, they carried th ' Tigers an ' rolled thim. Th ' cap ' n th ' corpse to th ' side, an ' took th ' ball iv th ' Tigers he took th ' cap ' n iv th ' out iv his stomach with a monkey Terrors be th ' leg an ' he pounded th ' wrinch, an ' th ' game was rayshumed. pile with him as I ' ve seen a section Does Mr. Dooley exaggerate very hand tamp th ' track. Nearly ivry wan much after all? g mU (Hhtn M% ial? Mm (Football Song) TITE ' RE the S. C. Rah, Rah Men aJ And rooters for the team — For to tkem ' tis a deligkt, On the gridiron e ' er to fight, Till they cinch for us the victory supreme. We can trust their shifty feet, All our foemen ' s skill to meet, As the pigskin travels blithely up the field ; So, as tribute of our praise, Proud our fiercest yell we raise For our Ruggers who have never learned to yield. CHORUS— (Varsity Yell) Then Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! for our Santa Clara team For our Santa Clara team, Rah ! Rah ! Proudly give our fiercest yell, For our Ruggers fighting well, And for Stanford give a loud Ha ! Ha ! Alma MtxUv (University Anthem) ANTA CLARA! Alma Mater! ' Lo ! our Kearts are pledged to tKee, El Dorado ' s first-born daughter, Who beside the Western sea, Where the Palm and Olive mingle, Bade the torch of Science burn — When our footsteps bear us from thee, Back to thee our hearts we ' ll turn. CHORUS This the Mission Bells are tellling As exultingly they ring, Santa Clara, Santa Clara, Alma Mater, sweet they sing, Where the Palm and Olive mingling Proudly raise their heads on high, In the earliest fane of Science Built beneath our Western sky. Red and White our peerless colors — Red, of manly blood the sign ; White, Integrity ' s fair banner Streaming foremost in our line. As we leave the Palm and Olive To excel in Honor ' s strife, Back we ' ll bear it e ' er unsullied From the bivouac of life. 68 The Fountain of Youth W. Kevin Casey ERE goes old ' Side- Burns ' , jes ' erawlin ' wid da mon ' , an ' won ' t even tippa da cent. Da mon ' ? — he won ' t even tippa da smile. The two young Italian bootblacks addressed their remarks in reference to a slightly stooped, well-aged man, just entering the hotel, with a quick, rather preoccupied stride. Not to be tiresome, let us wait until he enters his room, for we must become acquainted with him, as he is to be the hero of our story. Old Side-Burns (the epithet of the bootblack will do as well as any) is standing now in front of a large mir- ror, critically surveying himself. A high forehead marked by deep-cut lines, a once attractive face, and a mouth that had been wide and good- natured stared back at him. But he noticed that the face was sallow and the mouth had drooped considerably at each extremity. And to him who knew it so well, his eyes told that he had missed something in life — that even now there was a great yearning — a sense of emptiness — but of what he could not tell. There was, too, within him a feeling of failure, though his means were great; a feeling of disgust with himself and the world — a sense of misanthropy — of crabbedness — of pes- simism. What a fool I am, he growled at his reflection in the mirror, to be looking at myself like any boarding- school Miss ! A sharp rap on the door startled him out of his erstwhile self-criticism, and a surly ' ' come in ! brought a super- ciliously indifferent bellboy with a let- ter on a silver tray. Old ' ' Side-Burns ' ' took the letter, and ignoring the ex- tended tray, turned away to read it. Well, well, from the old school — why, now, — let me see — true, true, this is the first time I ' ve heard from it in nearly twenty years. And the hard glitter of his eyes melted for the nonce into something of an indescribable longing. Humph, the spell of the moment was broken, ' ' I wonder if they come a- begging? ' ' Heigho ! ' ' was his next exclama- tion, and here is a ticket to the foot- ball game — the big game — at the White Bowl. Ha! and his laugh grated a lit- tle. Do they think I ' ve nothing bet- ter to do than to watch their foolish antics — when I saw a game last — let 69 70 THE REDWOOD me see — yes, there wasn ' t much gray in my hair then. ' ' He laughed again, but not quite so heartily — then suddenly, inexplicably, he did not feel quite like laughing any more. It ' s a while since I ' ve seen one, yes, quite a while. And it ' s been a round of slavery to the desk ever since. He paused a moment, stroking his remarkable side-whiskers, as if pon- dering — weighing some question deep- ly, slowly, as was his wont. Gad, I ' ll go, he said, at length. And what date is it?— h-m-m-m— the 11th — why, today, this afternoon He paused — Well, I ' ll risk it. m Below him stretched the lush turf, marred only by the design in the cen- ter—a square-cut thing with straight rods of white. The uninitiate have from time immemorial likened it to a grid- iron — the lovers of the game to a bit of Elysium. The day was chilly, and a sky of lead lowered over the great con- crete bowl. A raw sea wind soughed in from the Pacific, carrying with it a blanket of fog that seemed to settle drearily on the hearts of the countless thousands in their bright array even though it was late November— for is not the big game of the season always a gala event? I said all the thousands were drear — but no — for facing each other sat two sections: one to the North, the other to the South; one rippling with Red and White, the other a Crimson blur ; and these two sections, tense with young repressed enthusiasm held the eyes of all; ever and anon a rumbling yell barks from either, followed by the crackle of applause, like the rattle of small-arms after a heavy bombardment. Bah! this business — this bosh — It was a long, long while since old Side-Burns had felt so miserable, and then strangely enough he felt him- self out of place here in this world within a world — this kingdom of col- lege sport. He seemed an intruder — an alien in some foreign land. This was a world of youth — of happiness. There were older men than he around him, it is true, but years have never of ne- cessity meant age. He could hear the crackle of small talk, cheery laughs de- spite the bleakness of the day, and loud-voiced opinions on the merits of the teams. All were wearing college insignia ; some with ribbons of red and white — some with crimson arm-bands. And the arm-bands close around him were, in a large majority, crimson. Gad! wouldn ' t anything be omitted that would add to his discomfort? First it happened to be a leaden day — he always did hate leaden days — then he was in a hostile group — but at any rate the latter didn ' t matter so much, for wasn ' t he fully resolved to be mere- ly an onlooker — an indifferent stran- ger? But those around him — were they indifferent? Par from it. Each was vitally interested — and he? — well, — THE REDWOOD 71 And then for the second time he felt that aching sense of loneliness, of emp- tiness choking his heart, when sudden- ly there flashed before him old memo- ries — games when the stakes meant all to him. And here he was indifferent — indifferent? ' No! not that ' , cried the feeble spirit of younger days not quite dead within him. Had it really come to this ? And a bit of moisture gathered at the fringe of the old man ' s eye-lash, as he sat alone in the vast throng. Perhaps it was the fog; perhaps — Then, suddenly out of the gates open- ing from the players ' quarters at eith- er end of the field, there simultane- ously broke two lines of ruggers ; one in red and white jersies— the other in crimson. The rooting sections with a deafening roar rose to their feet, and the other thousands followed their ex- ample. For a space pandemonium reigned. And our friend, prompted by some half-forgotten instinct, rose to his feet with a cheer on his lips — but he soon sank back, mortified that one sudden impulse should overcome for a moment the self-repression of years. All bosh! Fiddlesticks! he ex- claimed to himself, as the thousands cheered the brave display; but some- thing within him — something he tried to ignore — whispered that it was not — not by far all ' bosh. ' And now the kick off. Like the twang of the bass string of some large musical instrument the ball left the boot, and spiralled gracefully into the outstretched arms of a red and white player. The big game — the classic of the sea- son — was on. ' Side-Burns ' jaw unconsciously clicked, and he suddenly forgot that the day was miserable — forgot that he, too, was miserable — forgot all — all but that he wanted to see the Red and White victorious. It seemed as if he was at another game, years and years gone by — the game of his Senior year — the game which the Red and White had won, and the game at which he had vowed al- ways to be true to his Alma Mater by at least cheering her on every year, at the big event of the season. A lump arose in his throat, as the ball passed out along the Red and White backfield — ' ' You wing ! Come on, you wing ! ' ' he screeched. Then quickly he sank back again. What an old fool he was, shouting in such a manner ! Yes, everybody in the whole Bowl must be looking — and laughing at him — the crabbed old idi- ot ! Cautiously, he stole a glance around. No one was paying the slight- est bit of attention to him — they were too intent on the game, and besides nothing seems strange at such an event. He heard a groan go up from those around him, when the Crimson was borne back; but there was more than one that rose with a wild cheer, when the Red and White were hurled to the defense. Suddenly the Red and White center three by means of marvellous swerving broke away from the Crimson back- 72 THE REDWOOD field and was away with the ball and a clear field before him. Over for the first try, as the shot told the end of the first half. Old Side-Burns , nearly wild with excitement, slapped his neighbor on the back and hoarsely shouted: Some run! All luck, was the sullen reply of his neighbor, who did not so soon for- get our friend ' s behavior over the mat- ter of a mere program just before the game. But he did not know that the old man sitting beside him had under- gone a change — a change in reality as complete a s was ever affected by the fabled Fountain of Youth. Side-Burns settled back in his seat, and a sense of comfort stole over him in the reaction of the excitement of a moment before. He could feel the blood tingling in his veins, and a pleas- ant flush suffused his face. Was he sorry that he had come ? Sorry? Sorry only that he had not come twenty years gone by. He realized that already he was a different man — that he had discarded the old life — that — but there is the whistle — the second half is on. Afterwards, all he could recall of it were a few blurred impressions. He half remembered cheering and cheer- ing wildly. He also was not quite sure if he had not threatened to throw a Crimson sympathizer out of the bowl. And then, he remembered climbing down into the field after the game, where the victorious boys of the Red and White were serpentining around red fires in the gathering dusk. And old students were there, wild with the victory, and overflowing with good-fellowship — he remembered that scene well — the old ' Frisco fog swirling heavily in from the ocean — the fitful flare of the flames, now only faintly smouldering, and the peaceful hour of soft memories now slowly settling. And is it not needless to say that he found old friends there, too — and that they talked over old times and other old friends — some long since gone — some half forgotten? And then, as he at last left, a new light danced in his eye and his step was quicker, and his back was straight- er than they had been for years. An unwonted flush ruddied his face and his heart felt light, oh, so light; yes, that sense of longing — of emptiness, was at last satisfied. If I only had come before; but next year — yes, next year — it can ' t come soon enough. He was indeed a changed man, younger by a decade of years and more, for since when have years meant age? And that evening, as he passed into his hotel, with a cheery smile, he toss- ed two coins to the ' blacks. And they — well, they were too stunned even to thank him. ©tji !ri nnh Wjite (Football Song) CHAS. D. SOUTH QLL for Santa Clara— for Santa Clara U ! Ev ' ry heart a-beating to Santa Clara true ! Forward with our banner ! Forward all our might ! All for Santa Clara ! For the Red and White ! — CHORUS — Fight, fight, fight, Fellows, Fight, fight, fiight! For the Red, White, Red, and the White, Red, White! Fight, fight, fight, all your Might, might, might ! For the Red, White, Red, and the . White, Red, White! All for Santa Clara— for Santa Clara U ! Red and White our emblem, will make our rivals blue ! Bear aloft our banner ! Forward, all our might ! All for Santa Clara! For the Red and White ! 73 The Game of Rugby Coach Charlie Austin NE of the gi ' eatest and most widely played games in the world of athletic sports today, and one which stands out more conspicuous- ly than any other, is the English game of Rugby Football. Its popularity is deeply rooted in both hemispheres, and it is in every sense of the word a truly international sport. In New Zealand, Australia, South America, Africa, England, Ireland, Scotland, Wales, France, Canada and here in California, rugby football is well nigh a universal favorite. In most of these countries, from the very mo- ment a youngster begins to kick a foot- ball, he is initiated into the intricate plays of the game. And it is this early acquaintance with rugby, coupled with the marvellous dexterity acquired al- most from their youngest years, that makes the players of these different countries engage with such keen rival- ry in the spirited contests annually waged for international rugby honors. Some years ago, when the Australian and New Zealand ruggers met to deter- mine their supremacy on the turf, over 100,000 people attended each of the three great encounters, and many more thousands were turned away owing to the lack of accommodations for so im- mense an army of rugby enthusiasts. The same huge attendance greets the great English, Irish, Scotch and Welsh contests that take place several times a year for the International Rugby Trophy of the United Kingdom, partic- ularly those played at the Crystal Pal- ace. This wonderfully scientific form of sport was first introduced into the State of California in the fall of 1906. Owing to the many serious injuries, and not infrequent deaths sustained the previous year in the American game, a nation-wide agitation was set on foot to abolish, or at least to modify Inter- collegiate Football in nearly every essential feature. California, however, seemed to be the only State that had the full meas- ure of her convictions in this vital mat- ter. The various faculties and student bodies of the principal institutions of learning in this State bade farewell for- ever, so they said, to the American game of football and adopted Rugby in its stead. The University of Santa Clara was one of the leaders in this movement. Realizing the awful havoc caused among so many players all over the country by the brutal features of the 74 THE REDWOOD 75 old game, it was decided that some new substitute, which might combine all the good points of American foot- ball, while eliminating the bad, should be introduced. This new substitute was readily found in the English game of rugby. It has proved to be an ideal college sport. It is essentially a fast, clean, open game, full of life and action, not restricted to the comparatively few, wholly unmarred by one single serious accident since its introduction, putting the whole man to the test — strength, endurance, speed, judgment, team- work, tact — while its brilliant open tactics, spectacular passing rushes, neat handling of the ball, quick thinking, clever swerving, clean tackling, able punting, and hard booting to touch- all render it one of the most interesting and enjoyable of sports from the spec- tators ' point of view. It must be remembered, that so far as this country is concerned, the game of rugby is still in its swaddling clothes. In fact, it is scarcely known outside the Golden State. Nevertheless, the ablest critic, writer and exponent of our American intercollegiate game of foot- ball, Walter Camp, has given it his un- qualified praise — and though skeptical of its possible introduction into the big universities and colleges of the East, he is still of the opinion that it might well be given a chance to demonstrate its possibilities in the world of college sports. Notwithstanding its comparative new- ness even in our own State, I think it is not unfair to say that it has already secured a strong hold on our people by reason of its real intrinsic worth, speed, beauty and true genuine sportsman- ship. And there can be no doubt in the world that as time goes on, and the finer points of the game, and the spirit itself of rugby is better mastered by players and spectators alike, that it will fasten its hold even more strongly and permanently upon the greatest sport- loving people on earth — the people of America. Should the time ever come when California can succeed in putting on the turf teams equal in speed and clev- erness to the famous Waratahs of Australia, and the All Blacks of New Zealand, who gave such spectacu- lar exhibitions of the rugby game in this State some years ago, I think that I can then safely predict the game has come to stay — and that California will prove a mecea for all lovers of the fast- est, cleanest, sportiest game that has ever been invented. For the benefit of the uninitiated in this form of college sport, and for our worthy Eastern friends whom the Redwood reaches through our ex- change medium, and who, I feel quite sure, are considerably interested in a style of football play, entirely new and strange to them, I shall jot down brief- ly a few points concerning the rugby game, that are as familiar to us out here as are the features of the intercol- legiate game to the followers of this kind of college athletics. Fifteen players constitute a rugby 76 THE REDWOOD team. All are lightly clad in order to avoid slow and clumsy plays. No pad- ding of any kind is worn. As weight and size, valuable assets in them- selves, yet of only secondary import- ance in rugby, do not necessarily make the rugby player, the tendency is to encourage every student, who possesses a goodly amount of speed and skill in handling and booting the pig-skin, to learn the game and try for a position on some one of the many teams usually maintained in the larger schools, col- leges and universities of the State. To one just breaking into the rugby game, the forward pack and backfield men appear to be two entirely different sets of players altogether — but in point of fact they are really and very inti- mately one and the same rugby ma- chine. The forwards serve as a pivot to set the backfield in motion. When their combination is working well and smoothly it is a beautiful spectacle to see the pigskin heeled out from the scrum like a shot, pass from the half- back to the first five-eighths coming on with the speed of a startled deer, thence shot from player to player running at full tilt down the field, evading all op- position, till the last man goes over the line and grounds the ball for a try. The forward pass is not allowed in rugby. For a pass to be legitimate each player receiving the ball must re- main behind the man passing to him. Likewise, the players on each team must remain on side of the play, a rule which does away with any unfair ad- vantage over the opposing team. Should a player receive the ball off side or make a forward pass, the referee pen- alizes his team by awarding a free kick to his opponents. At Santa Clara this year, the two- three-two scrum formation is being used, as I believe it opens up the play to the greatest possible advantage, and much better results follow. This form- ation allows a wing forward to play loosely, while the scrum can easily break up, and thus aid the back field very materially, in both an offensive and defensive way. Lineouts and scrummages are of frequent occurrence throughout the play. These give occasion for a re- markable variation of plays. A run, a pass, a punt, a cross-kick, or a boot to touch may be the result of any one of these formations, depending on the position of each team on the field, what territory either occupies at any given moment, and how one ' s own mates line up behind the player in tem- porary possession of the ball. And so a player usually has one of five or more alternatives to choose be- tween in the twinkling of an eye. Only one of these is usually the best thing to do at any one time, or under certain given circumstances, and with nearly every man on the field before him, whose positions he must take in at a single glance, and with no coach or captain from whom to receive signals or instructions, but relying wholly on his own resources, he must decide with lightning-like rapidity what play he is THE REDWOOD 77 to make, and how he is to make it. In my opinion, it is this freedom of choice, and opportunity for quick, clever thinking and outwitting an op- ponent that has made the game of rug- by so fascinating to all who have ever played it. These are but a few, among the many salient features of the rugby game, that have occurred to me at this writing. And as the editor of the ' ' Red- wood had not the temerity to ask me for a treatise on the subject, and as, moreover, space must be reserved for worthier notes than mine, I have tried to comply with his desires by jotting down rather cursorily these few hap- hazard remarks. While it has not been my intention in this paper to institute comparisons between the English and American games of football, I still maintain with- out holding any brief against the im- proved Intercollegiate sport, that the game of rugby possesses all the good features, and more, of our old game, and at the same time eschews all the bad: mass plays, line bucks, rough in- terference, hidden plays, piling up, a game of coaches through the signal sys- tem, and the like. And it is because of many, or of all the reasons that I have endeavored to bring forward in this article, in proof of rugby ' s sterling qualities as a col- lege sport, that the University of Santa Clara, faculty and student body alike, have long since espoused the cause of the English game. Santa Clara has found this sport admirably suited to her needs. She has found it an ideal college game — the only game for her — and she has never regretted the change. Rugby is strong and popular at the old Mission Institution, and it has come here to stay, so long as there remain strong teams within this State to dis- pute her supremacy in the world of Rugby fame. And now, with regard to the big rugby event so close at hand — the great intercollegiate contest between the Universities of Stanford and Santa Clara — I have simply this to say. If faithful training, complete harmony on the team, ' football instinct ' , long ex- perience with the game on the part of many of the men of this year ' s Varsity, remarkable preliminary exhibitions against the various rugby clubs we have already met this season, and last, but far from least, the famous old Santa Clara ' pep ' and fighting spirit count for aught in doping out the re- sults of the gigantic rugby struggle, that will take place on Nov. 11th at Ewing Field in San Francisco — then I say Santa Clara will be there to give a good account of herself. And without arrogating to myself the spirit of pro- phecy, I shall still venture to predict for the formidable Crimson ruggers of Stanford the hardest fought battle in the history of her football existence. In conclusion, I wish to thank every member of the Varsity squad for their willing, unselfish and faithful carrying out of all my instructions. I wish to 78 THE REDWOOD thank the student body of Santa Clara for the unfailing support they have given the team, and lastly, I wish to thank most heartily the Faculty who have made things so agreeable for the boys and for myself, and I can assure them that only the pleasantest memo- ries will remain with me, whenever I look back to the days I spent at Santa Clara as coach of the 1916 Varsity. Utrtsrg fnr B. EDWARD L. NICHOLSON In the swelling breeze you ' ll see our banners flowing And you ' ll see the fellows dancing in their glee We ' ll be back to see the bonfire ' s last coals glowing With Stanford ' s scalp and yelling ' Victory ! Victory Stan-for-dee. We ' ll count the score clear up and back again, The score that spells defeat to Stanford ' s men, Santa-C Victory Stan-for-dee Try again 3Hje Wnvlb w Wjai | n« iiak? It Eugene W. Butler VTYHEN the skies look black and stormy, and trouble ' s clouds hang low, J When, as days pass by in order, your ambitions with them go, When you ' re worried, and o ' erburdened, and you ' re hungry, and you ' re sore, It ' s not money that you ' re needing, it ' s just Grit, and nothing more. You were placed here for a purpose, on this good old Mother Earth, You ' ve some gift, and men will buy it, for exactly what it ' s worth. You ' ve some special thing within you that other men have not, And this value is your asset, for they need the thing you ' ve got. It ' s part and parcel of you ; as a gift from nature came, And tho ' no one yet has found it, it is in you just the same. So, brace up ! You ' re needed somewhere ; don ' t climb up upon a shelf, And the world will help and trust you, if you help and trust yourself. For life is just one big machine, and we it ' s separate cogs, And we all must be a unit, or some wheel within it clogs — And a place is waiting somewhere, and you ' re meant to fill it. See? This old world is not hardhearted, it ' s just what you make it be. When you feel the world ' s against you, and you haven ' t had a chance, When you think that somehow, sometime, you ' ve deserved, perhaps, advance: When you ' re sure men are unkindly, and you mark each as a foe, You ' re a cog that ' s causing trouble, and some wheel is bound to slow. You ' ll become soon pessimistic, even cynical, mayhap, You ' ll be classed by all your comrades as a grouchy sort of chap. The worries that seem large to you, you can, by work, diminish, Remember : ' ' Though a cloud be dark, it ' s of sterling silver finish. ' ' Don ' t get the wrong perspective in the things of life — and more Don ' t mope and wait for glory to come knocking at your door. 79 80 THE REDWOOD Don ' t cross your feet upon your desk, and tilt back in your chair, But work — and Opportunity will know that you are there. For him who makes some sort of stir, and tries his best to please, Success holds out a helping hand, and offers him her keys. No one can stop you, if you try; they need you up there. See? This old world is not hardhearted, it ' s just what you make it be. When you don ' t attain the office you imagine you deserve, When in higher posts of duty you think you well could serve, When you seem to be much better than the job you have by far, Don ' t knock your boss and grumble — just show him that you are. Work hard for him, and he ' ll soon see that you ' re the man to trust, While the ones who shirked and dogged it will trail behind your dust. From the time the morning grind begins, till the day ' s full course is run, Work faithfully — your time ' s not yours — until your work be done. And none will dare to keep you down, if you just mean to climb, The world e ' er looks for men who try, and pays well for their time. Don ' t fear to be ambitious — hitch your wagon to a star — Though you may not be a Lincoln, you ' ll be proud of what you are. Success is reached by many a fall near Failure ' s dismal crater ; But for him who strives, defeat becomes a mighty Elevator — So grit your teeth, and plod ahead; your rise will follow. See? This old world is not hardhearted, it ' s just what you make it be. The Yellow Stripe Chester Palmtag HE five of us sat about the table at the La Bomba. It was early evening and the cool breeze which had sprung up since sun- down was refreshing. We belonged to the same party, but did not often have the opportunity of getting together. Our work, which consisted in laying out the line for the M. N. R. R. Co., through a difficult pass in the moun- tains, kept us in the hot sun most of the day, and when evening came, no one was in the humor to sit around and be sociable. But this particular night found us in Salina Cruz, our labors finished. After a delightfully refreshing bath, the first in many days, I felt pretty eager to meet some of the fellows, and have a sociable evening with them. Sauntering down the dimly lighted street I met a few of the boys, and suggested that we go to one of the dance halls and have some refresh- ments. My suggestion met with in- stant approval. We sat about the table sipping our drinks, and listening to the dreamy waltzes played by the marimba band. The soft, plaintive music seemed quite out of touch with the loud boisterous croAvds about us. We had each told of our various ex- periences, and had again drifted back to the good old days on the college campus. There was one chap in our party who did not say very much. He did not even once offer to entertain the crowd with a story. He was a small, well-proportioned young fellow, with blue languid eyes set beneath a broad forehead, kindly mouth and strong determined chin. Finally I said to him, Bill, (we always called him by this name not knowing his real one, and he never cared about correcting us), it doesn ' t seem exactly fair that you should sit back there listening to us, and not offer to entertain the bunch yourself with a story. ' ' He hesitated for a moment, then qui- etly said, Well, boys, I don ' t recol- lect at the present time, any experience or story regarding myself which would prove of any particular interest to you ; but if you can show a bit of patience I will tell you a little incident concern- ing a fellow whom I know- quite well, and how easy it is for a man to be misjudged. He spoke slowly in a clear, strong voice, piiffing intermittently at his cig- 81 82 THE REDWOOD arette, and sipping occasionally from a silver-rimmed brandy glass. This young fellow, he began, was known from one end of California to the other for his prowess as a runner. His name was — well, we ' ll call him just Paul, for convenience sake. For three years he had taken first in the hundred and two-twenty yard dashes for his school with practically no effort at all, so far superior was he to all his opponents. In his fourth year at college the Eugby team was without a capable wing. Nearly every man on the squad had been given a chance, but all failed to make an impression on the coach. There was only one man in the school who could fill the place, and that man was Paul. He had been asked time and again during his first three years to turn out for football, but he could never be persuaded to do so. This year, however, he donned a suit and was seen every day on the turf. He looked as natural in the wing position as though he had played it all his life. He tore down the field, swerved, dodg- ed, got under cross-kicks and received passes like a veteran. But he was woe- fully weak on the defense, and almost dreaded to make a tackle. Several times it was noticed in practice games, that he would intentionally allow an opponent to dash past him, and then would pursue and attempt to slow him up by pulling on his jersey, until a teammate would overtake them and make the tackle. Notwithstanding his popularity at school due to his good record on the track, his teammates first, and then the bleacherites began to remark that Paul was showing the yellow stripe. The coach took him aside, and told him the impression his poor defensive work was making with the rest of the fel- lows. He promised to break loose from the habit, and show them that he was not yellow. In the first game of the season he got off to a good start, and he played well on the defense, encouraging the coach beyond measure. As the season pro- gressed, however, Paul ' s failing became more apparent. Time after time he missed the man he was marking, and but for the fact that the fullback was an excellent tackier, more games would have been lost through his poor de- fensive work, than all his sensational scoring would ever have been able to offset. Just a month before the big game with Brown, the coach removed Paul, and devoted much of his time to school- ing a new man. Anything, he said, in preference to the disgrace which Paul ' s work would have brought upon the school by his deliberate quitting and refusal to tear in and fight. The day of the big game drew near, and Paul, whose sensitive nature had been stung to the quick by the ostra- cism he had suffered at the hands of his fellow students in consequence of what they had called his yellow streak , now, more than ever, longed to get back into the game. He swal- lowed his resentment, and went to the coach. Give me one more chance, THE REDWOOD 83 Charlie, he pleaded, and I ' ll show these fellows whether I ' ve got the yel- low stripe. But he could not forget the warning words of Dr. Humphry that came back to him now with sudden, vivid force. Let that game alone, my boy, or else your old trouble may prove fatal. And then the long days of agony he had passed, as he lay trembling be- tween life and death on his cot in the hospital, flashed before him. He had tried to bear the pain bravely, but how often he had wished that death might come and put an end to it all ! Yes — it had been a bitter struggle, but he had come through it at last, though even yet he sometimes suffered severely. Was it any wonder, then, that for the moment, as these painful recollections came back to him, he had felt somewhat faint and weak? But should he quit now, and be forever branded by his fellows? No, never, he had told himself, come what may. Kather death itself, than bear the stigma of such dishonor. And so he had asked for just one more chance. But the coach cut him sharply, and said he thought he was still able to choose his own players. Though hurt and humiliated more than words can tell, Paul still worked hard to condition himself for what he thought was almost a hopeless chance. Yet, if the opportunity did come to get into the big game, he wanted to be able to play in such a manner that the memory of his yellow streak would be forever obliterated from the minds of his fellow students. And now the big game of the season was on, and such a struggle! Neither side had, as yet, shown any advantage. The fight was chiefly amongst the for- wards, but occasionally the ball got out to the backs, and some wonderful pass- ing rushes were the result. Towards the latter part of the first half, Burns, speedy wing for Brown, received a pass, and breaking through the oppos- ing defense, scored a try. On the side line, Paul, chafing like a caged lion, muttered to himself: Oh, if I had only been in the game to have over- taken that guy! I would have shown him some speed, and shown these ' boobs ' something, too. Dixon, who was filling Paul ' s wing position for Beverley, had nothing won- derful, although he played a hard, earnest game. Several times he had re- ceived passes, but did not have the speed to get away from his opponents. However, the coach preferred to have a steady player and keen fighter, than a better man whose courage was doubt- ful. The second half had been in progress for some time, when, after a long run, Dixon failed to rise after being fierce- ly tackled. His collar bone had been fractured, and he was carried from the field unconscious. The coach now quietly summoned Paul and gave him his instructions. He didn ' t curse or get excited; just told him plainly why he had been on the sidelines, and if he 84 THE REDWOOD wasn ' t yellow now was his chance to show it. Eemember, he said, just the slightest appearance of it in your playing and you ' ll be yanked out, and branded as a yellow cur. Let it sink in. The whistle blew and the game was on again. The score still stood three to nothing in Brown ' s favor, but Bev- erley was fighting hard. Fifteen minutes more to go. Would Beverley score and even it up, with the ball on its twenty- five yard line? It looked extremely doubtful. Suddenly, like a flash, Beverley ' s backfield se- cured the ball and were off on the wings of the wind. Blinn hesitated a moment too long and made a wide heave to Paul. Paul retreated, and re- covering the ball, wheeled to evade his opponents who were now almost upon him. He dashed madly forward, swerving, dodging — barely escaping several vicious lunges. If you ever knew how to run, don ' t forget it now, you fool, he muttered. Only one man stood before him, BroAvn ' s big fullback, and if he could only clear him, no one would ever catch him. He made a sweeping circle, and then swerved mightily, just as the opposing fullback dove for him, and laid the ball directly beneath Brown ' s goal posts. The try was converted, and Beverley went into the lead, five to three. Fight! Fight! Fight! yelled Beverley. Score! Score! Score! screamed Brown. Brown kicked off, and by hard playing the Beverley pack worked the ball back to the thirty yard line. Brown had lost her ' pep ' , and though only a moment re- mained, Beverley seemed about to score again. From a scrum, Brown heeled cleanly through to their half- back, and he, with one last determined effort, sent a low fast cross-kick to his wing. This came unexpectedly to Bev- erley, and before they had a chance to recover, Burns received the kick at full speed, and tore down the field. The pistol went off announcing the end of the game, but according to the rugby code, the game continued until the ball went to touch. Past Bert, the opposing wing, he dashed, and swerved within two yards of the touch line, elud- ing Beverley ' s fullback. Down the field he sped, paralleling the touch line by two yards, to a sure try. The rooters stood spellbound, too surprised to utter a sound. All eyes were now on Burns, they had not noticed a figure in full pursuit, and gaining at each step. As the space grew less between them, they noticed for the first time one of Bev- erley ' s men was in hot chase. He was only a short distance behind now. But he could not stop Burns, for he was al- most over the line. For an instant the Beverley man saw the flag loom up which marked both goal line and touch. ' Now, now, or never, ' he muttered to himself, and with the desperation of a madman he hurled himself at Burns, almost over the line. A few moments later Paul opened his eyes, and heard his name shouted repeatedly by the crowd. He felt a THE REDWOOD sharp shooting pain in his right arm, and noticed it was bound with a crim- son colored bandage. He asked what the excitement was about, and was told how he had tackled Burns, and thrown him out of touch, just at the flag, saving the day; also how the stout flag stick had broken off making a ragged, but harmless wound in his wrist. The coach took Paul ' s hand, and almost in tears, exclaimed, Your school is proud of you, boy. ' Yellow ' is not your name. You ' re true blue. No one had noticed a big gray car enter the field a few seconds before; but the little man who had been driving it rushed out on the turf, and amid the dead silence that had fallen over the crowd, exclaimed: The young fool. It was plain suicide. In answer to the questions hurled at him from all sides, he replied that he was Doctor Humphry, and that the prostrate boy, now lapsing again into unconsciousness, was to have been op- erated on that day for serious internal lesions, due to injuries received some time before, most probably in a football game. The astonishment created by this statement was so great, that they could only watch the doctor drive away with the unconscious boy in his car. But when the crowd recovered from the shock, the mighty cheers that rent the air were worthy of the heroic act, and there was not a man at Beverley who did not breathe a silent prayer that Providence would be kind to the pluck- iest player that ever donned a football jersey. One week later, the coach, the cap- tain, and two other prominent students of Beverley University took a big var- sity sweater up to the spotless little room in the infirmary, where Paul was slowly convalescing, after having un- dergone a very dangerous, though suc- cessful operation. They entered shamefacedly, and for a few seconds no one spoke. Then the coach began falteringly: Paul , he said, we have come up here to apologize in the name of ev- ery student in this school for the great wrong we have done you. We ask you to accept this sweater as a token of our appreciation for the bravest man that has ever represented Beverley on a football field, and we wish to ex- press to you our heartfelt sorrow for the great injustice you have suffered at our hands. Can you forgive us? A lump rose in the sick boy ' s throat, and prevented him from speaking. He could only hold out his hand, which was gripped heartily by each one in turn. And to this day it is still told at Bev- erley, how the greatest football victory in its history was won, and how a more brilliant victory still is recorded in the annals of the school, when a great wrong was righted, and Paul came into his own at last. Well, that ' s all, said Bill, in con- cluding his story, but it only goes to show how a fellow can be misjudged. He leaned forward to reach for a match 86 THE REDWOOD in the center of the table, and as he seious that we had seen, leaned back did so, his coat sleeve pulled back, re- contentedly in his chair, and lit another vealing an ugly scar on his wrist. We cigarette, looked away quickly, and he, uncon- Stall up tlj? 8 wtt f Sags (Football Song) Roll up the score, hoys, Roll up the score. That ' s not enough, boys, We want more. Get in your team work Loyal and true: Don ' t hug the pigskin, And we ' ll hug you. CHORUS In the chorus all uniting Shout Hurrah! Spurring on our fellows fighting, Shout Hurrah ! Days to come will tell the story, Shout Hurrah! How they fought and won with glory, Hu — u — rah ! Feed the back field, boys, They are all one. Who minds who scores most, So it be done ? Roll up the score, then, Loyal and true; Don ' t hug the pigskin, And we will hug you. (Klj r, logs, (Eton (Football Song) eHEER, boys, ckeer— let tKe welkin loudly ring ! Cheer, boys, ckeer— of our Football Squad we sing ! In hooking, pick up, punting, in booting, passing back, In tackling and in swerving, they nothing seem to lack, For they ' re bursting with the good old pep, this solid S. C. pack. Then cheer, boys, cheer— let the welkin loudly ring ! Cheer, boys, cheer— of a conquering squad we sing ! Yell, boys, yell— let them know that we are by, Yell, boys, yell— for victory is nigh. In the ruck and dribble, and in the manly scrum, You can bet your good old boots they are going some, And in kicking goals, too, they are quite t ' ' hum. So, yell, boys, yell— our foemen we defy ! Yell, boys, yell— our motto, Do or Die ! 87 The 1916 Varsity Captain Louie Milburn T is no easy task to compare this year ' s Varsity with the teams that have pre- ceded it. No set standard can govern the comparison, except, perhaps, our preliminary showing against the vari- ous club teams we have already met this season — and yet even this is not a sure criterion. In the seven games played on the lo- cal turf up to this writing, the Varsity has established an enviable record, scor- ing 228 points, while our opponents have not yet succeeded in crossing our line. This shows pretty conclusively that Santa Clara has a wonderful scoring machine, as well as a splendid defens- ive fifteen. It is hardly necessary to mention the fact, that most of the credit for the fine showing thus far made is due to Coach Austin. Charlie is out every day with the team on the turf, and considerable improvement is evidenced in every game as the result of his clev- er drill-work. Many of the players were changed to different positions in the early part of the season, but at present nearly every regular on the team has been assigned his respective post of duty. This manner of coaching has added great harmony to our work, and has also given us the familiarity, so valuable in all good team-work, with each man ' s style of play — it has proved very advantageous not only to the in- dividual players themselves, but much more so to the team as a whole. Many of the intricate plays of rugby are gradually being unfolded by the Coach, and when, on Nov. 11th, at Ewing Field in San Francisco, these will be shown in actual operation on the turf, the lovers and admirers of the English game will be treated to a very interesting demonstration of the possi- bilities of good Rugby football. The sporting editors of the leading daily papers on the Coast, and rugby crities in general, who have seen both teams in action, are of the opinion that the Santa Clara forward pack easily surpasses that of Stanford — in fact, that they equal any pack that has ever played in California, with the excep- tion, of course, of the famous Wara- tahs and All Blacks of New Zea- land. Likewise, these same dopesters award the palm to the Stanford back- field men ; but Coach Austin has play- ers who possess enough speed and dash to cause any team a good deal of wor- ry, and, in addition, they are willing THE REDWOOD 89 and eager to profit by his instructions. And so, he is confident that the Santa Clara backs have the ability to aid the forwards in upholding the honor of the Red and White , and he predicts an all round combination that will figure conspicuously in the Big Game. Though this year ' s Varsity is com- posed of many veterans, nevertheless the new material has shown up to great advantage. In the front rank we find three clever hookers and speedy play- ers, John O ' Neil, Jimmy Curtin and Fat Howell. Their great work this season has figured prominently in the fine record already made. The lock position is ably filled by big John Mul- doon, whose size and great strength make him a valuable asset to the scrum. In the middle rank, Korte, Coschina and Hickey, are in a class by them- selves. Their work in the lineouts, their dribbling and packing together leaves nothing to be desired. The breakaway positions are played by Bill Muldoon and Bobby Don. Mul- doon is putting up a star and consistent game in both the offensive and defens- ive departments, and his continual fol- lowing up of the play adds much to his value. Don scintillates particularly in the lineouts, and dribbles exceeding- ly well. Jimmy Winston at wing forward is easily the sensation of the season. His plucky work so far has drawn from friend and foe alike, and from the press, too, much flattering comment — he is a wonderful aid both to the back- field and forward division when a score is needed. The halfback position is filled by that elusive little rugbyite, and clever reliable player, Dumpy Diaz. He ' s as slippery and elastic as a greased rub- ber ball, while his sterling qualities in guiding the forwards make him the only man for the position. At first five-eighths, Roy Fowler continues to show his old time dash and speed. He has proven himself a wonderful offensive player, and his re- markable swerving ability coupled with great speed make him a valuable man to commence the onward rushes of the backfield. Benny Fitzpatrick has been assigned the position of second five-eighths, and his excellent defensive work has pre- vented more than one score by our op- ponents this season. He passes oppor- tunely to his backs, tackles like a de- mon, and is always found wherever most needed. At center three-quarters we find Dick Berndt. Dick shows more and more class in each successive game. His swerving and fighting ability and great speed make him a dangerous man, and Santa Clara expects good reports from him. Rudie Scholz, at right wing, is play- ing in great form. He is small and fast and handles the ball perfectly, and his cross kicking is of the gilt edge variety. Rudie needs no comment for his de- fensive work. On recovering from injuries which 90 THE REDWOOD he sustained while in the Hawaiian Isl- ands with the baseball team this sum- mer, W. Bensberg has now been as- signed to the fullback position. This is a difficult post to fill — but Benny is a good punter and tackier, and, conse- quently, has the necessary require- ments to fill the bill successfully. Wassum is gradually recovering from a broken shoulder which he suf- fered early in the season. His versa- tility in the backfield makes him a much needed player. McKechnie, Con- nors and Le Bourveau are acquiring much fame in rugby circles; and it would not be surprising if all three of them should appear amongst the final fifteen. Lastly, we have among the subs for the forward positions such steady and seasoned players as Vicini, Bergna, Mc- Carthy and Palmtag. And so, fellow students, men of Santa Clara, I think I can say with all truth and due modesty, that you have on the turf this year to represent you, if not the very best rugby fifteen in the annals of your athletic history, at least one equal to any that this Univer- sity has ever put upon the field. And I wish to thank you, one and all, in the name of the team, for the royal support you are giving us from the bleachers in every game thus far played. Keep up the good work, fel- lows, and especially on that memorable day when we meet the Crimson ruggers on Ewing Field. That will be the time to show the good old Santa Clara fight- ing spirit that never says die — and with your loyal cooperation and sup- port, we of the team promise you to bring home the bacon — to capture the Stanford angora — in a word, to win the greatest intercollegiate game of the year — the classic rugby contest that will take place November 11th at Ewing Field in San Francisco. (Editor ' s Note: With characteristic modesty Captain Milburn has neglect- ed even to mention his own name in this notice of the team. Well, we shall gladly do it for him, and we shall sim- ply state, without fear of contradiction, that he is one of the greatest rugby players this State has ever developed. He is by all odds the fastest man on the team, and the best score-getter that Santa Clara has had for many moons. He inspires his men with confidence and loads of ' pep ' , and if we don ' t hear from him in the Big Game we shall be the most surprised man in the world.) TT f on Jtgljitttg Mm m (Stag EUGENE W. BUTLER f I E ' RE all behind you, heart and soul, you fighting men in gray ; VJL Our cheers in mighty volumes roll to spur you in the fray. We see in you a glorious team, brimful of peppery fight, A team that makes our brightest dream— the good old Red and White. We ' ve watched you from a willing crowd grow to a great machine ; Through all your games we ' ve watched you-proud that you fight a fight that ' s clean. You ' ll go, as other teams have gone, to ' furl the Red and White On high above the brains and brawn that token Stanford ' s might. May Skill and Grit be yours—the same they ' ve been in all your play, We ' re proud of you and your good name— you fighting men in gray ! And when November 11 comes to usher in the show, ' Mid blare of brass and beat of drums, you ' ll meet a worthy foe, You ' ll face the test, and foil defeat, and humble to the dust The mighty Crimson ruggers fleet — Your motto, Yes, We Must ! Have they your skill or rushing might, defense or brave attack? Have they a Charley Austin ' s fight ? A Santa Clara pack ? Have they each man as deftly fit to pass, boot, tackle low ? Have they your pep and splendid grit to fight a mighty foe ? Well, they are warriors, too, and game— but we trust to you the day, For we ' re proud of you and your good name, you fighting men in gray ! 91 Does Loyalty Always Pay? Rudie J. Scholz J. Chas. Murphy HE campus was teem- ing with excitement. Wherever a group gathered, spontaneous outbursts might be heard. Football was the all-absorbing topic of the hour on the campus, in the corridors, and even in the classrooms. The cause of all this excitement was the Big Game, just three days away. Howard University had lost last year ' s game to Colby by a large score, but this year, stimulated by thoughts of sweet revenge, Howard had turned out a team, which they were confident would triumph over the Blue and Wh ite of Colby. The last hard practice had ended. Jim Sullivan, Howard ' s big varsity captain, in company with several mem- bers of the team was strolling doAvn the campus, when he was accosted by a keen-faced, Avell-groomed man. Pardon me, began the stranger, in a suave voice, but is this Mr. Sulli- van? Upon receiving an affirmative reply the stranger went on. Could I see you for a moment or two in private, Mr. Sullivan? Excuse me, fellows, called Jim, I ' ll be with you in a minute. They walked in silence for a mo- ment, then the stranger spoke. First of all, Mr. Sullivan, I must pledge you to secrecy. Do I have your word that what I shall say will not go beyond us two? Jim nodded. Then I shall start in with a little personal history — your life at home. While in your city recently, I found out in the course of business that your mother is working very hard to put you through college, and that, at last, she has had to mortgage her little home for $2,000 to enable you to finish your course here, and that the mortgage is due in two weeks. Well, then, here ' s my proposition. I happen to be interested in the Colby team financially — and if they win again this year, why, I ' 11 be ahead by a pretty little penny. Now, if you can manage to miss a tackle, or make a bad play at a crucial stage of the game, I could easily see my way to pay off this mortgage, and give you enough money to carry you through your senior year. Jim clenched his fists angrily — his 92 THE REDWOOD 93 eyes blazed like coals of fire. You — you want to buy me — you cur ? ' ' The stranger did not wince. Don ' t be hasty, Mr. Sullivan, he continued, quietly. Just think this over calmly. If you refuse my offer, you are not injuring yourself as much as you are your mother. What will she do when the roof is snatched from over her head? She has sacrificed much for you — don ' t you think you can sacrifice something for her? Her home is everything to her, but the win- ning of this game means very little to you, after all. If you lose, it will be soon forgotten — but if your mother loses — well, you know what will hap- pen. So, I ask you to consider this proposition seriously, and if you de- cide in favor of your mother, just let me know any time before the game, and I shall give you a certified check for $2,600. With that the stranger left him, and Jim walked slowly across the campus. On the steps of Tisdale Hall he paused for a moment, then muttered to him- self, ' ' I — I can ' t let my mother suffer. ' ' Wagons were coming and going, stu- dents filing back and forth, like an army of busy ants, while in front of the University theatre a huge pile of boxes, railroad-ties and other combust- ible material was rapidly rising sky- ward. The great football rally of the year, on the eve preceding the Big Game, was in process of preparation. Everybody was happy and care-free — everybody but one, big Jim Sullivan, Howard ' s giant football captain, who sat in his room alone, thinking — think- ing. So the day wore on, the longest in poor Jim ' s life. His problem perplexed him sorely. Now he decided one way, and again he decided the other. Then he would ponder a while, and begin all over again. Finally, the hour of the rally arrived. Hundreds of machines were parking in the great open space before the Uni- versity Auditorium, while the immense crowds in front of the theatre grew larger and larger. A siren shrieked demoniacally, and the light of the burn- ing red-fire cast fantastic shadows on the field. Suddenly, all became silent, as the venerable Doctor White, Howard ' s old- est living graduate, threw a blazing torch on the oil-soaked rags heaped about the foot of the massive bonfire structure. As it leapt into flames, the band burst into the university anthem, Hail, Howard, Hail, while hundreds of lusty voices caught up the strain with a whole-hearted enthusiasm that left no doubt of the loyalty of the How- ard rooters. And Jim Sullivan stood there with wildly beating heart. A round of noisy applause broke out, when Bill Edwards, President of How- ard ' s student body, climbed upon the speakers ' platform. His speech roused the crowd to a great pitch of enthusi- asm, and when he had finished, the surrounding hills reechoed with the thunder of the demonstration. Good old Bill, thought Jim, he is 94 THE REDWOOD enthusiasm personified. It will break his heart if we lose this game. And I — and I — How can I, how can I — The President of Howard was now speaking, and in a stirring address told of the traditions of the college. It is a great honor to be a Howard man, gentlemen, he said. Not a stain on her colors through the eighty-nine years of her existence — and through all these years the one watchword of Howard has been loyalty. Jim ' s face was ghastly pale. I can ' t — I can ' t, he began. A skyrocket for the coach again woke him to a realization of his sur- roundings. He listened, as Coach Williams told in short snappy sentences of the chances for victory on the morrow. We are going to win, because we can count on every man on the team to fight till the very last second. I shall now introduce a man, said President Edwards, after the coach had concluded his address, who has been amongst us for three years, and upon whom we rely more than anyone else to bring victory to Howard — Captain Jim Sullivan of the Varsity. This announcement was hailed with thunderous applause and round after round of the wildest cheering. Jim mounted the stand and spoke. He was vaguely aware that his talk was of loy- alty. It was sometimes hard to be true to the teachings of the old school (his words seemed to come hard and grate somewhat on the vast throng be- fore him), but the old loyalty would be there when the crucial test came. (That sounded better). Loyalty first, loyalty last, loyalty forever , he cried, at length, in a burst of impassioned ora- tory at the end of his speech, that fair- ly drove his hearers into a frenzy of enthusiastic delight. As he came down from the stand he did not hear the volley of cheers, the loud crackling of the huge bonfire, nor the congratulations of his companions and friends. He only knew that his heart was throbbing wildly, and that Howard must win no matter what it cost him. Loyalty first, were the only words that now rung in his ears. However, Jim did not sleep that night. The one phantom that pursued him unceasing- ly, resistlessly, were the words of the stranger whom he had met on the cam- pus, If you lose, it will be soon for- gotten; but if your mother loses — Indecision still lingered in his heart, as he trotted upon the field and saw the banners waving and heard the cheering stands. A sharp whistle — and the Big Game is on. Back and forth surges the tide of battle. Spectacular runs and deadly tackling keep the crowd on their feet. But Jim ' s thoughts and heart are not in the game. What will his decision be ? A yell from his team-mates arouses him in time to see a blue-clad figure shoot past. Jim dives, but misses, the man lunges over the line — and the Col- by grandstand, one mass of living, quivering color, goes into a state of frenzied insanity. THE REDWOOD 95 Colby has now tasted blood. The ball is again rushed to Howard ' s fif- teen yard line, where a desperate de- fense is all that prevents a score. Sud- denly, with the speed of a bullet, the ball is snapped to Colby ' s halfback, who dropkicks it squarely between Howard ' s goal posts. At the end of the first half the score stands 7-0. In the dressing room under the stands, Coach Williams is flaying his team. You ' re not playing together, he stormed. It ' s all individual work. And you, Sullivan, what in God ' s name is the matter with you? Jim ' s face was in his cupped hands. He could not answer. But when Coach Williams had finished his speech, which, to this day, is still fresh in the minds of those who heard it, Captain Jim Sullivan of the Howard Varsity football team, and his mates, went out upon the field, with the resolution to fight a battle the like of which Colby had never yet witnessed in the long an- nals of her football history. They had sworn to fight — and to win. The ball shot from the half to the five-eighths, to Jim. He was coming on with the speed of a fast express, his flying feet churning like the piston- rod on the rapidly revolving wheels of a racing locomotive. A quick swerve and he was past his man, and only the crouching fullback lay between him and Colby ' s goal. Just as the Colby man made a vicious lunge to stop him, Jim shot to the flying wing, who dove over the line with three Blue players upon him. At an almost impossible angle Cap- tain Sullivan ' s try for conversion fail- ed. But all the pent-up energy within him had now asserted itself, and the whole team felt the reaction. The old form, the old fight had come back. The pale sun was slowly dropping be- hind the Western hills, and the Howard supporters silently watched the shad- ows deepening upon the sad ending of their brave, gay hopes. Of a sudden, the stands rose yelling to their feet, for down the field, with the ball tucked tightly under his arm, raced Captain Sullivan, swerving through the line of Blue, and galloping straight at the Col- by fullback. The deadly tackier poised for the spring. No time to swerve or dodge — Blue devils were on all sides of him. His mind worked quickly. As the full- back sprang at him, his lithe, though wearied muscles, responded splendidly to the grim determination of his will, and carried him cleanly over the div- ing fullback, and straight across the line for a try. A second before, the pistol had cracked announcing the end of the last half. The score now stood Colby 7, Howard 6. If Jim converted the try Howard would win. As he walked over slowly to the side- lines for a mouthful of water to steady his nerves, Jim beheld the stranger standing there, holding a piece of pa- per in his hand and talking excitedly. The trainer sponged his face, and for a moment Jim stood gazing fixedly at the stranger. He then slowly turned, and walked 96 THE REDWOOD back to where the halfback knelt pois- ing the ball for the boot that meant victory or defeat for Howard. And the demon of indecision once more as- saulted his soul. Though the kick was not a difficult one, it was by no means easy, either. No one could blame him if he missed, and who would be the wiser if the miss were intentional? And then the arguments of the stranger came back to him more forci- bly than ever. But the picture of last night ' s rally came back to him, too, and how he had looked into the faces of his team-mates and sworn loyalty, and he saw again the looks of supreme confidence which met his eyes, when he had made that stirring appeal for loyalty first, last and forever. The halfback looks at him wonder- ing why he delays. The silence of death hangs over the field. No one dares to breathe. A tremor shakes his whole body, his fists close tightly, a determined light shines in his eyes, his lips draw defiantly. Set the thump of foot against ball is heard, and over the charging Colby players speeds the ball. Half of the crowd is on its feet cheer- ing hoarsely, wildly, madly— and the Purple and White of Howard is waving — waving everywhere. 3m S ar (§lh g anta (Mara O, Dear Old Santa Clara, We love you, yes we do, We ' ll fight for you and root for you, For we ' re true blue ; And on the field of struggle We ' ll be there by your side ; We love a lot of others, But you ' re our joy and pride. Rah ! Rah ! ■aula ©lata for Mxm (Football Song) JOSEPH M. MCKIERNAN. JR. E ' RE here to-day, and we ' ve come to stay, And we ' re full of ' p e P anc spirit, TKe kind that ' s right for it makes us fight, And our opponents fear it. When we begin, we ' re sure to win, You ' ll see that we ' re not boasting, We ' ll come out on top, for we ' ll never stop, Till we give our foes a roasting. CHORUS S-a-n-t-a C-1-a-r-a, for mine, You ' re the school, as a rule, Brings all the other ones to time. You always go right out to win, You always bring the honors in, Oh, S-a-n-t-a C-1-a-r-a for mine. From crack of gun, ' till the game is done, We ' ll fight for you each minute, Throughout the game, we ' ll be the same, And do our part to to win it. We ' ve got a team chuck full of steam, And every one ' s a booter — So boys, let ' s start, just do your part, Be a loyal S. C. rooter. 97 PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER - REVIEWS UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER J. CHARLES MURPHY - CLARENCE K. CANELO ELMER D. JENSEN LOUIS A. BERGNA EDWARD L. NICHOLSON R. CRAIG HOWARD JAMES R. ENRIGHT LOUIS T. MILBURN M. V. MERLE A.T. LEONARD G. A. NICHOLSON EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. SO a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL Football Number Football, like the bur- glar, has a taking way. And nothing except a fast football game is more interesting than a good football story. If this topic has an appeal at other seasons of the year, it should have a more direct appeal now, when we hear about us the thump and thud of foot- balls, when we gaze at long spirals ris- ing skywards from the educated toe of some aspirant after Rugby fame, when we feel the very spirit of football surg- ing in our veins. But this subject should have an ap- peal even more direct and immediate when we stop to consider that the Big Game of the Rugby world, the titanic struggle for supremacy between the two best Rugby teams in California, 98 THE REDWOOD 99 the great battle between the Santa Clara and Stanford Varsities takes place on November 11, less than two weeks from today. Consequently, we have followed last year ' s precedent and turned out a Football Number of the Redwood . We have tried to make it big and live and interesting. We have tried to do our part, and we now call on you, fellows, and especially the day schol- ars, to talk up the Redwood to your friends, and to boost the Big Game by sending them a copy of the Football Number. agement, a lusty cheer, an ear-splitting skyrocket will work wonders. The Big Game The great day of the athletic year is almost upon us. The team, with an unbroken string of victories behind and a brilliant prospect ahead, strains forward, tense, alert, ready. Eagerly we await the crack of the starter ' s gun, knowing that we have a varsity trained to the minute, balanced with the precision and accuracy of the parts of a great machine, and captain- ed by a man, who will be there every minute of the game, fighting hard and urging his men on to victory. This year we shall not see the red smoke-pots smoldering on the goal posts, nor look down on the white sea of faces, nor hear the triumphal strains of Hail, Stanford, Hail. We will win, but there will be dark moments when we must shout the loudest. When things are breaking badly — that ' s the time a yell of encour- And talking of sky- Rooting rockets brings us to a subject which has an important bearing on the Big Game. If we win — as we will — on November 31, the support we give the team from the bleachers will be one of the most important factors in the victory. By support we mean unified rooting, not the individual shouting that counts for nothing. We know what Stanford can do in this line, and in order to outroot them, we will have to pay strict atten- tion to our yell-leaders. This year we are going to file into the bleachers again and see the red hats across the field — and yell. When the varsity runs onto the field we are going to stand up — and yell our heads off. But when the play seems going against us — that ' s the time we will yell like mad and keep on yelling till the tide of battle turns and the little god of victory perches on the Red and White banner of Santa Clara. Alumni Booster Rallies Last year, owing to the efforts of our loyal alumni and friends, prominent among whom were Joe Mur- phy and Chief of Police White, a num- ber of spirited and sucessful booster rallies were held in San Francisco. These luncheons were successful in more ways than one. They served to 100 THE REDWOOD stir up the old Santa Clara fellows to a realization of the fact that their Alma Mater solicited their support on the eve of her greatest Rugby game; they served to impress the outsiders who at- tended and heard of the rallies with the importance of the game; they served to give the Big Game itself greater publicity and prominence. Preparations for Alumni Booster Rallies are again under way. That they will be a success is unquestion- able — for the alumni will accord the same whole-hearted, enthusiastic sup- port which has ever been one of their chief characteristics. m , _ . The Freshmen won a The Freshman e . , , r famous victory when they triumphed over the Stanford Babes. The game was hard fought, but the first year men showed the fight and the knowledge of the game which counts for so much in Rugby. There are many reasons why the Freshmen won. They had lots of pep. They had lots of good football material. But the main reason for the Freshman victory is Coach Charley Austin. The Freshmen put into prac- tice against Stanford the principles that he has been drumming into them for the past month. They came through in the pinch. The Freshmen came, saw and conquered. Now all attention will be directed towards the Big Game. The Freshmen have started the ball rolling in the right direction, and with an ef- ficient coach, a fighting captain and the best Rugby team that has ever rep- resented Santa Clara, v e look forward to a glorious victory on November 11. Someone has said that Thanksgiving Thanksgiving is the time when suffering humanity rises and makes one univer- sal howl concerning the benefits it has not received. However that may be, it is certain that Thanksgiving Day was instituted for quite another purpose. We, in our peaceful country, cannot hear the maniac shrieks of dying men, nor see the desolation of broken homes, nor smell the nauseating stench of the trenches. We cannot realize the suf- fering of poor war-torn Europe, nor appreciate fully the blessings of peace. That the curse of war has not blight- ed our land is the greatest blessing for which we shall offer thanks on this Thanksgiving Day. And as the readers of this number of the Redwood will most likely think us football mad, and we may as well admit that we are, we hope to offer up thanks, too, on November 30, for the greatest football victory in the annals of Santa Clara ' s athletic history. Remember November eleventh ! J. Charles Murphy Notre Dame Scholastic The first visitor to our sanctum this month was the Notre Dame Scho- lastic from Indiana. As I am a new man at the Exchange desk in the Redwood office, this was my first introduction to the Scho- lastic. I wondered why there wasn ' t more individuality about the cover — but when I had opened it and found that the Scholastic is a weekly publica- tion — I could not but marvel at the quality of the whole book. The initial poem in the Oct. 7th issue is beautifully suggestive. The Varsity verse, too, is quite good. The Mary 0 effect was nice, but after puzzling over the letter omissions in the rest of the verse, I could not appreciate it ac- cording to its deserts. Remembrance is very beautiful and well written — but if, according to the canons of poetic art, ' ' the man must feel his theme and the theme must be- tray the man, I could not help won- dering why themes of broken hearts and shattered loves should drip from the melodious pens of my young broth- er collegians — unless, perchance, I am to doubt the authorship of Remem- brance, or the truthfulness of my friend ' s essay on poetry? From cover to cover, Scholastic, we liked you just the same, and appreci- ated your call. We shall always be at home when you ' re around. „.,, „ Welcome, Mills College Mills College ,, . , „. ,. %„ M . ° Magazine ! Right off the reel, and before glancing into the book, we want to say that we liked your tasty cover. Your stories for the most part are good, and possess that charming light- ness which your brothers do not al- ways display in their more pretentious efforts. But we were genuinely dis- appointed to find that your Muse could sing only one song? (sic), and that a wretched snatch of ultra modern verse, known today under the sobri- quet of vers libre. We are not surprised to hear from your editor, that the lines were found on her desk unsigned, and that the writer has evidently been reading some ultra modern verse. 101 102 THE REDWOOD Yes, it ' s a little bit too ultra to suit our taste. Your Exchange Editor hits off our idea pretty well in the second para- graph of her column in this issue. Bet- ter no poetry at all, than the desire to have poetry — of some sort — in your magazine. But lest our readers think that we have been feeding on sour pickles and Shasta water, we submit a bit of What the Baby Doll Thinks, and we shall let them judge for themselves : I like to sit and look at sunsets, This one looks as tho an angel Had tried to make an omelet and had smashed an egg. I wonder if he was vexed ? ' ' What do you think, Miss Flint? I im- agine that he was. Now this bit may be intended to be humorous, but it is certainly neither good verse nor good poetry, nor, in our opinion, is it even humorous. It ' s ridiculous. To be Brief leaves plenty of room for thought — but not for pleasant thought. We had hoped the author was going to idealize the purity and worth of a mother ' s love, but whether the woman of the story is the mother of the child (she hardly acts like it), or whether — but why say more? Candid- ly, we did not like it — but, then, we may have been too dense to catch the plot. The departments are very well han- dled. In the Looking Glass and College Life are especially well and fully written. Now, ladies, we hope you will not think that we have been over severe. We have spoken our minds frankly, but in a friendly spirit ; for where so many things were really excellent, we regret- ted to find one or two that marred the effect of the whole. But we may have been mistaken. Columbiad In our lowering pres- ence the brave little Columbiad holds its head high and bids us do our worst. We always find good reading be- tween your covers, Friend Columbiad, but if you would make your little pieces of reading matter a bit longer now and then, and still hold their quality, you would create a more pleasing impres- sion. This refers particularly to your verse. Your muse seem to get out of breath almost before she begins to sing. The Storm is good, though very brief, and carries the suggestion of what is technically known as at- mosphere . The Poetry and Music of Ireland is much more interesting than the com- mon run of essays, and the style is ex- cellent. A Put-Up Job , and its page-filler, Verses I Write, are both light, and both take well, we think, as A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the best of men. A Lost Ship contains a pretty thought, though it does not reveal it- self at first blush. THE REDWOOD 103 A Taste of Poe is not a dark brown taste, even when balanced by An Impossibility. Your departments are cleverly edit- ed, Columbiad — particularly your Ex- change column, which has brilliant flashes, though somewhat marred by brevity. Is this an oversight? The October number of ™j . The Collegian con- tains four good poems, which we name in the order of excel- lence : At Half Moon Bay by Eich- ard J. Doran; The Brush of Time by J. L. Hagerty; Boyhood Memories by S. H. Holton; and Peace by James L. Hagerty. As usual, the book contains plenty of good prose. The opening playlet, The Crucible , is well written, and seems to have embodied the author ' s idea of a dreamer. A Sign of Promise is fresh, crisp and punchy . It is highly interest- ing from start to finish. Stope Five — 4200, though bearing a mysterious title, is quite good, and holds its denouement in true profes- sional style. The Nation ' s Need and A Vin- dication of Preparedness are both ex- cellent stimulators of the spirit of na- tional patriotism, and we feel, on read- ing them, that they carry a strong ap- peal in the right direction. The Spring of a Trap is snappily conceived and snappily executed. The sparkling conversational style adds much to the interest of the story, and succeeds in holding the reader to the end. The Fallacy of Militarism is a topic much discussed these days in view of the growing movement for com- pulsory military training throughout the country. Mr. Wall handles the subject superbly. Call again, Collegian. We ' re always glad to see you. „ , .-, Our old friend, the Holy Cross iiTT , n „ ' „ „ . Holy Cross Purple, Purple 4 i! j next comes to hand. This prepossessing little monthly is one of the brightest stars in the firmament of college journalism, and has always been among our special favorites. The first issue of the year is replete with literature of a high order. The quality of its poetry distinguishes it at once. To find two such poems as ' ' Old Hudson Rovers and The Flight of Summer appearing in the same issue is a rare treat indeed. The opening verse, and In Memo- riam both deal with the death of a schoolmate. The latter treats the deli- cate theme in an exquisite manner, and has a depth of sentiment and grace of expression which is somewhat lacking in the other poem. Barber-Shop Chords is rather cleverly developed, and stands out prominently as the only short story in the issue. Two very interesting contributions Tb,e Art of Prudence and A Visit 104 THE REDWOOD to a Leper Settlement make up in part for the absence of short stories. The latter takes us on a trip to a Chinese Leper Settlement, and the scenes are portrayed in a capable manner. The Art of Prudence is in the na- ture of an elaborated book review, and unlike many specimens of this form of literature, holds its interest through- out. Edward L. Nicholson BOOK REVIEW Roma — Ancient, Subterranean and Modern Rome by Rev. Albert Kuhn, 0. S. B., D. D. Parts XIV and XV. Ben- ziger Bros. Each part, 35 cents. Roma is, indeed, a masterpiece. In a clear, forcible and logical style, it treats of the ancient City of the Popes. The very title conjures up long aqueducts — vistas of crumbling colon- nades — works of the forgotten ages. The exposition throughout the work itself is so delightfully vivid that for the moment the litter of books before us melts into long stately porticoes, fretted facades, magnificent chapels, and half-demolished Loggie ; and we gaze with an admiration that is half worshp at the touches of Raphael, of Titian, and of Murillo. The dissertations on each of these masters are accompanied by a host of elegant cuts. We were particularly charmed with the description of Ra- phael ' s Disputa del Sacramento — a description that, in wealth of detail, logical order and witchery of expres- sion, betrays, no less than some Velas- quez ' portrait, the hand of the artist — of the master himself. Indeed, our fullest and truest opin- ion of Roma is expressed when Ave say that we feel it to be above criti- cism; we are only able to praise it, and that very inadequately. W. Kevin Casey Germany and the Next War by General Friedrieh von Bernhardi — Longmans, Green Co., 1914. Probably no book published within the last half decade has caused a great- er stir among sympathisers of any of the belligerent nations than this one written by General Friedrieh Von Bernhardi. Germany has stood back, ashamed of both the book and it ' s author. The al- lies have used it to show that Germany was the aggressor in bringing about the present European struggle. Written three years before the decla- ration of war in July, 1914, it was not till then that its publication reached be- yond German territory. England had it translated into many different lan- guages. She picked it as an example of German popular opinion, when re- ally, even in Germany, it was not gen- erally liked. Germany never fostered universally such views on her expan- sion, but many a person has been lo st to her cause, on account of having read the book, and from it formed a dislike and distrust of German ideas and ide- THE REDWOOD 105 All countries have a smaller or lar- ger percentage of radicals, but it is to be regretted that Germany was so un- fortunate as to have a man of the cali- bre of Bernhardi. While not a traitor to his fatherland, he is little short of a disgrace. In his view any nation in the way, or even causing others to be in the way of Germany must be destroyed. Ger- many should and must rule the world. Their natural warlike dispositions in the past have made the German people a credit to their country. They must now get out of the present rut, and keep the name of Germany before the world. He quotes Goethe approvingly: To supplant, or to be supplanted, is the essence of life. According to Bernhardi, no country can rest on her laurels and allow her people to become peace-loving citizens. Continual peace brings about a spirit of sluggishness and degeneration in the people. It is only through war that a country is stirred up commercially, morally, and mentally. In his book, war with the Entente allies is unavoidable, and he plainly speaks of these countries as Germany ' s stumbling-block to world dominion. The fatherland must go right on, fear- ing no people and keeping ever in view her one object — to make Germany and world-power synonymous terms. One of Bernhardi ' s greatest blun- ders lies in forcing religion into the issue. V riters in the past have failed to spread their political views for this same reason. Blinded by bigotry, he ridicules the Jesuits and sneers at the Popes and the Catholic Church. He speaks, even boasts, of Prussia being strongly anti-Catholic. All through the book he is cynical and disparaging in his remarks concerning religion. Mixing religion with politics has never yet proven successful. Other men, gifted with far greater minds and holding more commanding positions than General Bernhardi, have tried and failed dismally. By bringing in this subject Bernhardi has harmed his country more, perhaps, than he could have done by any other means. J. W. Henderson Ifnitiprsttg Not s Student Body Meeting On October 3, the second regular month- ly meeting of the Asso- ciated Student Body of the University convened in the University Auditori- um. Secretary G. Morley Desmond read the minutes of the preceding meeting. President Nick Martin outlined a plan to buy Joe Herlihy ' s poolroom in the basement of Senior Hall. The fel- lows voted to purchase the tables and install one of their number as manager. Frank O ' Neill, our efficient yell- leader-in-chief, next delivered a flow- ery oration about the attendance in the rooting section at the football games. Since then a recent occurrence in the neighborhood of the swimming tank has added considerable emphasis to his remarks. It may be safely stated that in future the Student Body will attend the remaining games very conscienti- ously. J. Charles Murphy, editor of the Redwood , then urged the fellows to subscribe to the University magazine. This is a matter of vital importance to the Redwood , for it depends to a large extent on the members of the Student Body for its financial exist- ence, and wholly for its literary. The subscribers, he said, certainly receive the equivalent of their subscription money — for the Redwood has al- ways ranked among the very best col- lege publications in the country — and a better issue than that of last month cannot be found among past editions. There being no further business to discuss the meeting adjourned. Senate The first of the many public debates to be held under the auspices of the Philalethic Senate took place in the big auditorium on October 3. Rev. Fr. Sullivan, S. J., President of the Senate, acted as chairman. The question under discussion read as follows: Resolved: That the Uni- versity of Santa Clara should establish a system of compulsory military train- ing. The affirmative side of the res- olution was ably defended by Senators J. Aurrecoechea and T. Ryan, while the negative was supported by Senators E. Nicholson and G. Desmond. The negative won after much delib- eration on the part of the judges. The topic was handled most capably by 106 THE REDWOOD 107 both sides, and the speeches gave evi- dence of very careful preparation. New Quarters The Senate has now moved into its hand- some new quarters in the Scientific Building. The space which was formerly occupied by the Junior reading room and billiard hall, has been tastily fitted up under the capable supervision of Fr. Sullivan. A splendidly equipped library has been installed for the use of both the Senate and House, and a fine piano stands in one corner of the hall to lend harmony to the social activities of the Society. The Moot Courtroom in the base- ment of Senior Hall has been taken over by the House of Philhistorians, and when they hang their many ele- gant medleys on the walls and intro- duce such other improvements as brains, brawn and the House treasury will allow, their appointments will far surpass in point of beauty and conveni- ence their former meeting quarters. The pool tables and library of the High School have been moved to the Day-scholars ' old study hall. This hall is very acceptable to the Prep men, as it is much larger and more exclusive than their old rooms. The installation of the new furnishings was directed by Fr. McElmeel. The enthusiasm with which the different organizations have welcomed these changes speaks well for the spirit of the year. The affairs of the Phil- House historians are progress- ing splendidly. Many new and excellent members have al- ready been admitted to seats in the House, and a good-sized waiting list has been established. Such live topics as the following have already been dis- cussed : Reelection of Woodrow Wilson next November; Amalgamation of the Universities of St. Ignatius, San Fran- cisco, and of Santa Clara into one big Jesuit University in the State of Cali- fornia; Abolishment of the Monroe Doctrine ; Establishment of a system of compulsory military training for the citizens of the United States; High Li- cense vs. Prohibition in California; the immigration literacy test, etc. Amongst the new men thus far re- ceived, Representatives Dasteel, Car- den, Damrell, Desmond, and Jaeger have covered themselves with glory, whilst the old members are showing all the ' jazz ' and pep characteristic of so many forensic triumphs in the past. Keep up the good work, men of the House, and the debating teams with which you hope to cross swords this year, will learn to respect and fear your proAvess on the wordy forum. Arrangements are un- J. D. S. der way for a public debate between the Jun- ior Dramatic and Debating Society of Santa Clara and the High School De- bating Society of St. Ignatius, San 108 THE REDWOOD Francisco. The date is fixed for No- vember 25, the place of debate, Santa Clara; the topic, debaters and judges will be decided later. Sanctuary Society Since the reading of the marks in the Auditori- um on Wednesday, Oct. 11, the Sanctuary Society mourns the absence of several of its members. Let us hope that they will spur themselves on this month to regain the good graces of Fr. Whelan, before the annual ban- quet slated for the early part of No- vember. Senior Sodality The Senior Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary elected officers for the semester at the first meeting held this year. Albert Quill was chos- en Prefect; J. Aurrecoechea, First As- sistant ; D. Diaz, Secon d Assistant ; W. Muldoon, Secretary; D. Ryan, Treas- urer; C. Coyle, Organist; R. Eisert and A. Brennan, Marshals. The attendance this, year has been excellent. Many new candidates have been enrolled, and will be solemnly re- ceived into the Sodality on Dec. 8. Junior Sodality The election of officers in the Junior Sodality brought the following results: G. O ' Connor, Prefect; T. Wil- liams and F. Amaral, Assistants; L. Trabucco, Secretary; J. Haley, Treas- urer ; and L. Arata, Sergeant-at-Arms. The members of the Senior Class class of ' 17 are sport- ing their new class rings. They are very neat in design, similar to seal rings. The monogram S. C. U. is embossed, and the class num- eral is engraved on either side. Fouth Aca- It was thought by all demic the college classes that Election they had stolen a march on the High School Seniors. But they forgot that Fr. Ward is still on the job. Accordingly, on Sept. 18, M. Walsh of Santa Clara was elected class president; J. Fitzpatrick of Redwood, vice-president; R. Eisert of San Fran- cisco, secretary; M. Corsiglia of San Jose, sergeant-at-arms ; and R. Burke of San Jose, treasurer. The Dope , the literary organ of the 4th Academic, is scheduled to ap- pear soon on the campus. It will be similar to last year ' s publication. Its appearance is awaited with interest. R , , The band and orchestra n . have already reached a high degree of excel- lence, and are deserving of, and receiv- ing much well-merited praise, in con- sequence. The orchestra has been in great demand of late at functions both in San Jose and Santa Clara, while the band has more than done its share at the football games to liven up things and urge our great ruggers on to an unbroken string of victories. THE REDWOOD 109 A committee composed of Bob Tre- maine, George Ench and Ted Ryan, has been appointed to secure suitable uni- forms for the members of the band, in which they are to appear for the first time at the big Stanford-Santa Clara struggle on Nov. 11, in San Francisco. The unies will be of lasting materi- al, novel design and very natty in ap- pearance. Pope Gaffey, second only to the great Sousa, as a baton-twirler and bandmaster, made his first and last appearance in this capacity a short time ago. He took the thunders of ap- plause which greeted his efforts in a very modest way — he also gracefully acknowledged a few boos from his admirers and friends. A new song book, con- New bong taining all th e songs and yells to be used at the Big Game is now in the hands of the students. Profs. Mustol and Schuh have planned the catchy strains for all these songs, and new song-and-yell practices have begun in real earnest for the great November rugby contest. Football Extravaganza The old fellows will re- member what a distin- guished success the big football show was last year. This year it is being planned on an even larger scale. Fr. Sullivan will again direct the production. The principal feature will be the Court of Folly — and if it comes up to The Congress of Nations — last year ' s headliner — it sure will be some punkins ' ' . True, and it is with genuine regret we say it, we shall not have that versa- tile genius and comedian extraordinary, Jiggs Donahue, to tickle our laugh- ing apparatus, but the other half of that famous team, Joe Sneeze , is still with us, and he is provided with a big tank of laughing gas to take care of our risible natures. The cast has already been chosen and rehearsals are well under way. Need- less to say we await the rise of the cur- tain with much impatience and great expectations. „ , On the eve of their big Freshman .,, ,, a .  p .. game with the Stanford Babes, the class of 1920 held an indoor rally in the Auditori- um. Only the student body and mem- bers of the faculty were invited to at- tend. Kevin Casey, vice-president of the class, read several telegrams wishing the team all success on the morrow. These came from former members of the class. Jack Howell then began to thrum his little old banjo, and with Oscar O ' Connor at the piano they both made a neat hit with the crowd. Next, rip-snorting speeches from Coach Austin, Manager Joe Sneeze , and Joe Taber, president of the Fresh- men, were listened to with breathless 110 THE REDWOOD attention, and the new Freshman cap- tain, Mr. J. Muldoon, and the men who were to appear in suits against Stanford were named amid enthusias- tic outbursts of applause. Then four nifty fistic bouts were called, and the members of the team occupied ringside seats on the stage. Mike Kennedy introduced the several participants in turn. The bouts were all no-decision affairs and showed that there are not a few near-champs in our midst. Charlie Austin refereed and Shorty Barrett acted as time-keep- er. The Freshman flag floated from the lofty pole on top of the Auditorium, the eve preceding, and the day of the big game itself. Needless to say it gently murmured: Victory! _, . To commemorate their Freshman  . • , ., _ . fine victory over the Stanford ruggers on Saturday, Oct. 14, the S. C. U. ' babes ' held a ' feed ' and smoker in Fr. McGar- rigle ' s sumptuous Chemistry Hall on the morning of the 16th. After the preliminary business was concluded, speeches were delivered by Frs. N. Bell and McGarrigle; by Gus Peterson and Stitt Wilson, train- ers ; and by each member of the Fresh- man team. They all had the right ring. Brays and skyrockets greeted each speaker in turn. Then Messrs. Bergna and Askam fa- vored the class with vocal selections, superbly rendered, and accompanied on the piano by that very artistic musi- cian, Mr. Harry Wadsworth. Jack Howell, Leo Ench and Oscar O ' Connor, with banjo, violin and piano accom- paniment, rendered selections from some of the leading operas, while many of the fellows, prominent amongst whom were Joe Taber and Tom Mc- Neill, footed the light fantastic in the most up-to-date fashion. During the program Fr. McGarrigle and committee served the sixty odd ' Froshies ' with delightful refreshments and several new concoctions, while Pall Malls and General Arthurs fra- grantly permeated the atmosphere with their delicious aroma. The whole affair was thoroughly en- joyable — the spirit of dignified jovial- ity and good fellowship that character- ized it all has set the pace for the other classes to emulate. At the monthly read- Sophomore ing of marks on Oct. 11, the Sophomore Class gave a specimen of their class work before the entire student body and Faculty of the University in the Audi- torium. Mr. Earl Desmond delivered the in- troductory remarks, Senor Cicero Diaz gave an elegant Latin oration, Norbert F. Korte read a very pleasing essay on The Ethics of Football, and Ward Sullivan translated a pass- age from Cicero ' s Pro Milone. Time being up, the monthly marks THE REDWOOD 111 were then read by Fr. Buckley, the Reverend Director of Studies. The showing of the Sophs reflect- ed much credit on themselves, and on their genial and earnest teacher, Fr. Whelan. The President of the Large University, Rev. Fr. Bequest Walter Thornton, S. J., announces a bequest of $50,000 recent- ly given to the University. The gener- ous donor refuses to divulge his name, but it is needless to assure him that we, the students of Santa Clara, as well as the members of the Faculty, appreci- ate fully the worth of this munificent gift to our Alma Mater, and we trust that it will serve to inspire others who are abundantly blessed with this world ' s goods to emulate his noble ex- ample. „, , At the first regular Engineering meeting of Engin . eering Society election of officers for the coming term was held. The ballots were cast amid a keen spirit of rivalry. The returns were as follows: W. Lotz ' 17, presi- dent; E. Charles ' 17, vice-president; R. Fox ' 17, secretary; W. McElroy ' 18, treasurer; R. Berndt ' 20, sergeant-at- arms; H. McChrystle ' 20, librarian; H. Kelley ' 18, reporter. Mr. Lotz, our new president, is a senior in the College of Civil Engineer- ing. He hails from the Garden City, and is sure to put lots of pep into the Society. A program committee was appointed by the president to arrange literary ex- ercises for each meeting. These exer- cises are to be in the form of debates by members, papers on engineering topics, and lectures by practicing en- gineers and professors. The first number arranged by the program committee was a paper on the recent failure of the Quebec Bridge by Mr. Eugene Conway. It was a very well written paper, and read in a most interesting manner. Mr. Conway first gave an account of the events leading up to the failure, and then commented upon the different opinions of promi- nent engineers throughout the coun- try as to the causes of the failure. Professor Sullivan and his assistants are busy at present drafting a new Constitution for the Engineering Soci- ety, and we hope to see it soon in regu- lar working order. Craig Howard COA MNI - Dear Alumni : Two weeks previous to the ' appear- ance of the first number of this year ' s Redwood Ave sent out 400 circular letters to the members of the Alumni Association, asking them to subscribe to their paper, to send us notes and jot- tings of a personal or literary nature concerning themselves or others of the old boys with whom they are ac- quainted, and pledging ourselves to make the Alumni department this year one of the special features of the mag- azine. Up to date we have received about 40 replies to this appeal. What do you think of that, Alumni of Santa Clara? Does this show loyalty to your publi- cation? Does it even show loyalty to your Alma Mater? For loyalty to Santa Clara, it seems to us, should mean, if it is to mean anything at all, at least the desire to keep in touch with the various activities of the Uni- versity, and this can only be done through the medium of your College publication. Now, we had intended at first in this writing to go over once more the ground which we have already covered in our circular to you. But on second thought we asked ourselves: What ' s the use? We were given assurances that you were going to make this paper your official means of communication with one another; one of the officers of the San Francisco Club, we were told, was delegated to take the matter up with the management of the Redwood , but he never showed , etc. etc. Well, all we have to say is that if the Alumni, as a body, have no interest in us, or in their publication, that ' s their own affair. But if it is only for- getfulness on their part, and we sin- cerely hope that it is, we write these lines to ask the worthy and loyal Alum- ni who have already sent in their sub- scriptions, and whom we wish to thank heartily for the favor, to bring this notice to the knowledge of their delin- quent brothers; especially if they should happen to be officers in any one of the various Alumni Clubs. 112 THE REDWOOD 113 We can not spend any more time or money in sending out circulars. We don ' t ask the Alumni to subscribe to the Redwood , except on a purely business understanding. If they don ' t think we can give them their money ' s worth, why, then, we don ' t expect them to subscribe. We had a lot more things to say- but we have said sufficient. We trust you understand our position clearly, gentlemen of the Alumni Association of Santa Clara, and we promise you that this is the very last time we shall ever bother you on the subject. Very Sincerely, Management of the Redwood Booster Rally The first of this year ' s Alumni Booster Rallies in preparation for our big Rugby game with Stanford, took place here at Santa Clara, on Sunday, Oct. 15. Prominent amongst those in attend- ance were Harry McKenzie, Roy Bron- son, Chauncey Tramutola, Bob Flood, Joe Murphy, Golden and Col. Donovan. Harry McKenzie was chosen chair- man of the Booster Committee, and Joe Murphy, the efficient secretary of the San Francisco Police Department, and the one man to whom, more than to any other, Santa Clara owed much of the splendid publicity and huge at- tendance at last year ' s great Rugby contest, kindly consented to put his ex- perience at the service of this Commit- tee. A big booster banquet was arranged for Thursday, Oct. 26, at the St. Fran- cis in San Francisco. Another banquet is to be held later in the metropolis, and a third in San Jose. All the Catholic benevolent and fra- ternal organizations hereabout are to be canvassed: The Knights of Colum- bus, Young Men ' s Institute, Hiberni- ans, League of the Cross, and other so- cieties, too, such as the Elks, Olympic Club and Indoor Yacht Club. We feel sure that with such a Com- mittee as is this year ' s Booster Com- mittee, and with a man like McKenzie at its head, the Santa Clara advertising end of the big S. C. U-Stanford go will be one of the greatest features of the athletic season, and will assure a tre- mendous gathering at Ewing Field on Nov. 11. We are in receipt of the fol- ' 81 lowing note from the V. Rev. Richard A. Gleeson, S. J., Provincial of the California Pro- vince of the Society of Jesus, and a former President of Santa Clara Uni- versity : On the 13th of September died in Portland, Oregon, Ignatius Schmidt, B. S. ' 81, who enjoyed at college the rep- utation of a boy of sterling character, high principles, deep and unaffected piety, and of a serious minded student. He is amongst the Nobili Medal men. After graduation he entered the no- vitiate of the Society of Jesus at Santa Clara, but a cold contracted before his 114 THE REDWOOD entrance developed into consumption, and he was forced to return home. His heart still set on becoming a priest he insisted that if he could visit the famous Grotto of Our Lady at Lourdes he would be cured. He was taken there and was cured by the Bles- sed Mother. He then entered the sem- inary to study for the diocese of Ore- gon City, but he worked so intensely that he brought on an attack of brain fever, and had to discontinue his stu- dies. He suffered from this malady the rest of his life. In his last moments he was assisted at his own request by the venerable missionary amongst the Cheyenne In- dians for many years, the Rev. Aloysi- us Van der Velden, S. J. His funeral took place in St. Francis Church, Port- land. ' ' In the sanctuary were Rev. Fr. Van der Velden and a former Rector of his Alma Mater, who, as teacher and pre- fect, had known him well in his college days, Rev. R. A. Gleeson, S. J. The old boys who knew, revered and loved Ignatius Schmidt will offer a prayer for the repose of his soul, and the present students of the University will undoubtdely render him the same kind service. May his soul rest in peace. Hal Chase, the world ' s Ex ' 02 greatest first baseman, led the present National League batting season with a percentage of .333. He is one of the famous players that Santa Clara has developed, and came into the limelight here years ago. Great work, Hal! ' 03 The infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Aloysius J. Grisez of Etna Mills, Siskiyou Co., California, was baptized here Sunday in St. Clare ' s Church by the Rev. J. C. Grisez of St. Ignatius University, San Francisco. We congratulate Al and wife and trust that young master Gri- sez will represent the family here some years from now. William V. Regan, another ' 03 man, and captain of the ' 03 Varsity football team, is at present general manager of his father ' s vast Idaho concerns. He married Miss Merle, sister of our wor- thy Alumni correspondent, Mr. Martin V. Merle, and has four beautiful chil- dren, two boys and two girls. Here ' s wishing you all success, Bill. John M. Regan, ' 04, of ' 04 Boise, Idaho, second editor- in-chief of the Redwood , and a brother of Bill Regan, is sta- tioned on the Mexican border, being Second Lieutenant in the Second Idaho Infantry. Jack will be remembered by the boys of his day as a very clever contributor to the pages of the Red- wood, and an able editor who guided this magazine safely through the peril- ous days of its young infancy. THE REDWOOD 115 ' ' Johnnny ' ' Ivaneovich is ' 05 now in New York, where he expects to sign up with a prominent theatrical manager for this season, and to assume the leading part in a new play. Johnnie ' s ability as an actor is well known to all who have seen him as Judas in the famous Passion Play of Santa Clara. Needless to say, a great future lies before him in his chosen profession. August M. Aguirre is a pros- ' 07 perous seed merchant in San Francisco. He is married and has a charming little girl. Augie was one of the most genial and delight- ful fellows that ever came to Santa Clara. He shone particularly behind the college footlights, and his clever comedy work with that other unforget- able fun-maker, Harry McKenzie, whose name already figures prominent- ly in this column, had many a profes- sional star backed off the boards. Walter Dutch Schmitz, of the same class, also married, is managing his mother ' s enormous ranch in Made- ra, Cal. While here, Dutch was known as Steamboat Schmitz, on account of the way he used to wade in to all opponents, when Santa Clara played the old game. No doubt, he has since tackled many a difficulty with the same old pep that characterized him on the S. C. gridiron. Fred Sigwart, also ' 07, is a physi- cian and surgeon with a large practice in the Capitol City. He is married and has two children. He was ' some ' sing- er and actor in the good old days, not so long ago. St. Anne ' s Church, San Francisco, was the setting recently for the quiet wedding of Frank S. Grummon, Ex. ' 07, of San Mateo, and Isabelle G. Mc- Calluni of Seattle, Washington. The ceremony took place at high noon on Sept. 13th last. From the church the bridal party was conveyed to the Pal- ace Hotel, where a sumptuous wedding luncheon was served. Four o ' clock that afternoon saw the happy young couple off on the boat for Los An- geles. They have since returned, and are now domiciled at the Rex Arnes Apartments in San Francisco. After a year at Santa Clara Grum- mon left school and went into business in the metropolis. He has been en- gaged there steadily for the past nine years and now occupies the position of chief clerk and head bookkeeper in the San Francisco Breweries Limited of that city. Miss McCallum, though born in Seat- tle, where her parents now reside, has made her home for the last few years in California. As a belle she was both well known and highly regarded. As a bride — well, Frank ' s lucky, that ' s all! Our best wishes are theirs for a long and happy life. ' 10 Edmund Lowe goes to New York in January as leading man in Oliver Morosco ' s production of The Brat . He is at 116 THE REDWOOD present leading man at the Moroseo Theatre in Los Angeles. He starred with the Alcazar Stock Company, San Francisco, for many seasons past. Ed was one of the greatest actors ever turned out of this University, and there was not a play in his time which did not find him in one of the princi- pal roles. We wish him the success his talents so richly deserve. Justin Fitzgerald, Ex. ' 10, now play- ing with the San Francisco Coast League Club, is leading the league this season in swatting ability with the pret- ty showing of .337. He was the Varsity baseball coach last year. Fitz says the only reason he plays baseball is be- cause he likes it ! Good old Justin ! Ex ' 12 Emile Trabucco was a re- cent visitor at the Univer- sity. He smilingly brought the news that he had won the girl of his heart, and had married Miss Leslie Pichford of Modesto, where the happy couple now reside. Emile used to work in the Co-op here, and says the ex- perience thus gained is now standing him in good stead in his own hum town. 16 Thomas C. Boone, L. L. B., ' 16, known by the loving so- briquet of Tony around the yard, has donated the Cyc prize which he won last year to our Law library. He thus has shown that gen- erosity sometimes goes hand in hand with wisdom. Thank you, Tony — and by the way, call around to see us once in a while. We can assure you that there is none more welcome. James R. Enright No, Gentlemen and ladies, the man out in front of the stands going through the strange contortions is not daffy, nor is he recently escaped from Larry Duffy ' s farm. He is doing these strange things because he likes to do them. He is the Cheerleader — Controller of the Enthusiastic Ebulli- tions Emanating Ecstatically from the Shivering Spectators Sitting in the Stands. VARSITY RUGBY NOTES The Rugby Season for 1916 is now nearly over ; but to imporve on a great poet, Teams have come and teams have gone, but Santa Clara goes on for- ever. From the initial game of the season to the present time, our Varsity has been invulnerable in resisting the attacks and onslaughts of the best that the Rugby World in this section could produce. Sunday after Sunday, our team has been pitted against players with vastly more experience, but it has emerged victorious from every contest, and each time by a most decisive score. What is it that has characterized the present squad, that has made this sea- son a glorious one? In one word it is the spirit of enthusiasm. It may be doubted if any team at S. C. ever was more enthusiastic than the present one. The students, too, the coach, the public are chuck-full of enthusiasm. Some may ask: Why all this enthusiasm? For answer we point with pride to our fifteen — the greatest Santa Clara has ever boasted. Since Aug. 18, their best endeavors have been given over to perfecting themselves in the English Game, and under the care- ful and excellent training of a still more excellent coach, they have cer- tainly put their whole minds and hearts into the endeavor. They have spared no expense. They have sacrificed time and pleasure, and for these sacrifices they have been rewarded with a Rugby machine that competent critics declare has the best forwards since the advent of the famous All Blacks , and a backfield that will make the best of them hustle. We can not point to a galaxy of stars on our team, nor do we claim any individual stars, but that which has thus far made us victorious is the painstaking efforts of every man work- ing as a unit in aiding the remaining fourteen. Palo Alto has a Stolz and a Temple- ton. The Olympic Club can boast of a Flannigan, an Urban and an Erb. Stan- ir, 118 THE REDWOOD ford has a Carroll and a Lachmund, but Santa Clara has fifteen men work- ing at every stage of the game, with that spirit which we feel confident will cause the Red and White to wave vic- torious over the Cardinal on Novem- ber 11th. Santa Clara 54 Barbarians The Varsity inaugurated the 1916 Rugby season in a very favorable man- ner, when they easily annexed a 54 to victory over the Barbarian Club. With a strong wind aiding their at- tacks the Clubmen prevented the Var- sity from scoring early in the game. The first score resulted from a scrum, when Diaz received the ball. The ball passed from Diaz to Fowler to Berndt to Winston to Scholz, who scored. Muldoon easily converted. The Varsity quickly resumed the of- fensive, and from a loose ruck Diaz passed to B. Muldoon. On being tack- led B. Muldoon passed to J. Muldoon, who scored. Again the forwards, led by Coschina, Curtin and Korte, worked the ball into the Club territory. Here Berndt re- ceived the pig-skin in a scattered field and swerved his way over the line. J. Winston next made a pretty run, and passed to Scholz, who cross-kicked to Milburn, and he annexed the final score of the first half. Muldoon con- verted. Additional scores in the second half were made by Winston, Curtin, Diaz and Milburn. For the Varsity, Fowler, Diaz, Scholz and Berndt played well in the back- field, while Curtin, Hickey, J. Muldoon and Don played their usual strong game among the forwards. The line-up : Barbarians Position Santa Clara Meehan Forward Curtin, Eisert Clapp, Quinn Howell Osborne Don, McCarthy Frates J. Muldoon Flannigan Hickey, Bergna Le Jeal ' ' Korte, Coschina Orche W. F. Winston Vanschmidt 1st Five Fowler Weislander 2nd Five Berndt Haskins C-3 Fitzpatrick Madison R. W. Milburn Percy L. W. Scholz Gill Full Bensberg Tilden Half Diaz Referee : Flannigan. Santa Clara 18 Olympic Club The Varsity decisively defeated the fast Olympic Club ruggers in their sec- ond preliminary contest of the year by a score of 18 to 0. The Olympics fought hard through- out the entire game, but the speed and dash of the Varsity men easily repelled the attacks of the Winged 0 play- ers. The team astounded even their most ardent admirers by the vim shown in every play. Both the forwards and backs figured conspicuously in many thrilling passing rushes, that brought cheers from the spectators. Fitzpatrick opened the game by kicking off for Santa Clara. The ball THE REDWOOD 119 remained in the Clubmen ' s territory for a considerable time, but the Var- sity failed to score. Then from a line- out J. Muldoon received the pig-skin and passed to Winston, who easily scored. From a difficult angle the conversion succeeded. Again the Var- sity took the offen sive when Hickey, Don and B. Muldoon carried the ball to the clubmen ' s twenty-five yard line. Here Coschina, Curtin, Howell and Fowler executed a pretty passing rush in which Fowler scored. Muldoon converted. The Olympics immediately rushed the ball into Santa Clara ' s territory, and threatened to score on two differ- ent occasions. Flannigan and Milliken dribbled the ball over the Santa Clara line, but Milburn fell safely on the ball. On a twenty-five yard drop-out Montgomery punted to Diaz, who com- menced one of the speediest and pret- tiest passing rushes ever seen on the local turf. Running at full speed and passing at opportune times, the follow- ing men handled the ball: Winston, Hickey, Don, Berndt, Fitzpatriek, and Milburn, the latter scoring. From a bard angle Muldoon missed the goal. In the second half the Olympic Club kicked off. Hickey marked the ball and Don found touch at mid-field. Winst on received the ball from the scrum and carried it into the opposing territory, but Guerin and Weislander slowly brought the play into Santa Clara ' s zone. From a line-out Winston, Muldoon and Howell dribbled the ball back, where Diaz passed to Curtin, who scored. Muldoon easily annexed a goal. For the Varsity B. Muldoon, Curtin, Hickey, Coschina, Don, Diaz and Fow- ler played a stellar game, while Urban, Erb and Guerin were the choice of the visitors. Ric Templeton refereed a very good game. The teams lined up as follows: Olympic Position Santa Clara Milliken Front Rank Curtin Peck Howell Flannigan ' ' Armitage ' ' J. Muldoon Single ' ' Guerin, Wilson ' ' Don Charlton B. Muldoon Montagina Hickey Hardin Coschina Weislander W. F. Winston Erb Half Diaz Hale 1st Five Fowler Hanley 2nd Five Berndt Urban C-3 Fitzpatriek Witter R. W. Scholz G. E. Montgomery L. W. Milburn G. G. Montgomery Full LeBourveau Santa Clara 43 St. Ignatius In our first intercollegiate Rugby event of the year, the Varsity over- whelmed the University of St. Ignatius ruggers by a score of 43 to 0. The visitors presented a strong team, but lacked the unison and teamwork of the Santa Clara men. Immediately after the kick-off, 120 THE REDWOOD Howell, O ' Neil, Bergna and B. Mul- doon commenced a beautiful passing rush from which Milburn scored. From a line-out J. Muldoon caught the ball and aided by Curtin, Coschina and Don, dribbled the ball to the vis- itors ' ten-yard line. Here a scrum was formed, Diaz received the ball and quickly passed to Fowler, who passed to Fitzpatrick. After a pretty run Fitzpatrick passed to Berndt, who scored. Santa Clara started another attack, and from a scrum Fowler passed to Scholz, who scored after a beautiful run. From a scrum called for offside Diaz passed to Fowler to Berndt to Fitzpatrick to Milburn, the latter scor- ing. The final score of the first half quickly followed when Milburn receiv- ed the ball from Winston on the Santa Clara 25-yard line. Milburn kicked the ball over the fullback ' s head and easily scored. In the second half Scholz, Don, Mil- burn and Howell scored additional tries. Coach Austin used many second team men during this half, and they all gave good accounts of themselves. The line-up: Santa Clara Position St. Ignatius Howell Forwards Collins Curtin, ' Neil Andrews J. Muldoon White Hiekey, Korte Hallinan Coschina, Bergna King, Hendrick B. Muldoon Forward Cronin McCarthy Don, Ench Murphy Winston, Vicini ' ' Wieland Diaz Half Knott Fowler 1st Five Maroevieh Fitzpatrick 2nd Five Dewey Berndt, Connors C-3 Fignotan Scholz R. W. Thorpe, Fenton Milburn L. W. Maroevieh LeBourveau Full Hicks, Dewey Referee : Harry Renwick. Santa Clara 12 Olympic Club Again the Varsity defeated the speedy Winged 0 players by a score of 12 to 0. A slippery field prevented a larger score, as passing rushes without many fumbles were nearly impossible. The Varsity was compelled to play on the defensive at the beginning of the game, but the forwards quickly brought the play into the clubmen ' s territory. B. Muldoon and Korte again proved their wonderful strength in the line- outs and prevented a likely score. Curtin, J. Muldoon and Howell drib- bled the ball to the Olympics ' ten-yard line, when Winston received the ball and passed to Connors, who in turn passed to Scholz, but the slippery pig- skin prevented Scholz from scoring. The Varsity commenced the second half by adding a score quickly after the kick-off. In the first minute of play Diaz took the ball from the scrum and passed to Fowler, who passed to THE REDWOOD 121 Scholz, who went over. A heavy ball made the conversion impossible. On the drop-out the Varsity drib- bled the ball to the club ' s five-yard line. Prom a serum Diaz passed to Fowler, to Berndt, who made the try. Diaz and Fowler again appeared in the limelight when they worked the blind side to perfection with Milburn scor- ing. The final score came when Korte caught the ball from the line-out and swerved over the line. For the Varsity B. Muldoon, Korte, Scholz, Winston, Curtin, Diaz and Fowler scintillated, while McKee, Ur- ban, Erb and Montgomery played their usual strong and heady game. The line-up : Santa Clara Position Olympic Curtin Forwards Single ' Neil, Howell ' ' Wines J. Muldoon Peck B. Muldoon Shaw, Witter Don Flannigan Coschina Glason Korte ' ' Guerin Wilson, McKee Winston W. P. Montgomery Diaz Half Erb Fowler 1st Five Hale Fitzpatrick 2nd Five Grimes Berndt, Connors C-3 Urban Scholz R. W. Stevens Milburn L. W. G. Montgomery LeBourveau Full Doe Santa Clara 27 Palo Alto Athletic Club Playing in mid-season form the Var- sity won a well-earned victory over the fast Palo Alto Club Team by a score of 27 to 0. The visitors presented a strong team and were determined to cross the Red and White line, but this their stellar performers failed to accom- plish. It was the opinion of several promi- nent Rugby critics that it was the speediest and most interesting game ever played at Santa Clara. The Varsity forwards and backs worked in perfect harmony; and it was a frequent occurrence to see eight or more men handle the flying pig- skin and carry it over the line. Such stars as Ric Templeton, Stolz, Cashel, Harkins, Grieve and Hutman exerted all their energy to an- nex a try, but the faultless defense of the Varsity held them in check. Ric Templeton kicked off for the Club, Fitzpatrick returning the ball to touch. The play remained around the 50-yard line until Milburn received the ball from a kick and ran to the five- yard line, where he was tackled by Stolz. From the line-out J. Winston broke away and passed to Curtin, who lost the ball when tackled by Stolz. Again the Varsity resumed the offens- ive when Scholz kicked to touch. Diaz received the ball from the line-out and passed to Fowler who kicked over his opponents ' heads, Milburn caught the ball and scored. The second score resulted in a beau- tiful piece of teamwork. The clubmen thinking that Fowler would play the 122 THE REDWOOD blind side were completely taken by surprise when Diaz passed to Fowler on the open side. Fowler made an op- ening for Fitzpatrick, who scored. Muldoon easily converted. Diaz scored a pretty try when Mul- doon, Don, Hickey and Korte did some excellent dribbling. Bensberg con- verted. During the second half the Varsity confined the play entirely to the club- men ' s territory. Immediately after the kick-off Santa Clara rushed the ball within a few yards of the club- men ' s goal, but failed to score. From a drop out B. Muldoon, Winston and O ' Neil started a pretty passing rush in which Berndt scored. Milburn scored the next try after the ball had passed through the hands of Diaz, Scholz, Fowler, Berndt and Fitzpatrick. Bensberg converted. The Varsity was awarded a free kick on the 25-yard line where Bensberg kicked high into the air. The forwards, led by Curtin, Don, Winston and J. Muldoon commenced a passing rush in which Milburn scored. The last score resulted in a clever piece of Rugby. From a scrum Diaz passed to Fitzpatrick to Connors, back again to Diaz and then to Scholz who scored. Bensberg converted, bringing the total up to 27. J. O ' Neil, Winston, the Muldoon Brothers, Korte, Fowler, Diaz, Fitz- patrick and Bensberg played well for the Varsity, while Stolz, Ric Tem- pleton, Grieve and Harkins played splendidly for the visitors. Pete Flannigan refereed the contest. The line-up : Santa Clara Position Palo Alto Club Curtin Forwards Butterfield ' Neil ' ' Smitherum J. Muldoon Bilman B. Muldoon Cashel Don ' ' Card Coschina ' ' Gilman Hickey ' ' Thoburn Korte Sample Winston W. F. Stevens Diaz Half Harkins Fowler 1st Five Templeton Fitzpatrick 2nd Five Grieve Connors, Berndt C-3 Hutman Scholz R. W. Cass Milburn L. W. Stolz Bensberg Full Harvey Santa Clara 30 Olympics For the third time the Winged 0 ruggers opposed the Varsity, and on this occasion they made the bet that our 184 to score would no longer re- main; since they were detrmined to cross our line. However, their expec- tations failed, and on only one occa- sion did the Varsity have to defend their goal cautiously. Within a minute after play com- menced, a scrum was formed. Diaz received the ball and passed to Fowler, who passed to LeBourveau. LeBour- veau passed to Connors, who scored. Bensberg easily converted. THE REDWOOD 123 From a line-out B. Muldoon, Coschi- na, J. Muldoon and Korte dribbled the ball to the clubmen ' s 10-yard line. Here Scholz received the ball and pass- ed to Winston, who scored. The third try quickly followed when Milburn intercepted a pass and scored. Bensberg converted. The forwards proved their value as scorers when J. Muldoon, Korte and Curtin started a pretty passing rush. Coschina received the pass from Cur- tin and scored. The second half commenced with the Varsity on the offensive. A scrum was formed on the fifty-yard line. Diaz received the ball and passed to Win- ston to Fowler to Berndt to Fitzpat- rick to LeBourveau, who scored. Again the backfield was seen speeding up the field with Scholz, Berndt, Fowler and Milburn handling the ball. Mil- burn scored. O ' Neil, Curtin and Korte showed their speed among the forwards and O ' Neil scored. The most peculiar incident of the game occurred during the last five minutes of play, when Bensberg, the Varsity ' s fullback, punted the ball high into the air. Following up rap- idly he received a pass from Winston and scored. For the Olympics Urban, Guerin, Hanly, Single and Slater played well, while Fitzpatrick, O ' Neil, Curtin, J. Muldoon, Coschina, Fowler, Diaz, Le Bourveau and Scholz played hard for the Varsity. Santa Clara Freshman 9 Stanford Freshman In their final and big intercollegiate Rugby event of the year, the S. C. U. Freshman team easily defeated the Stanford Freshman by a score of 9 to 0. At first both teams appeared excited, and rather loose Rugby was played; but the stage-fright soon disappeared, and a good hard game of Rugby was soon in evidence. Headed by Captain J. Muldoon, the Freshmen displayed keen inside knowl- edge of the game, and deserved to win by a much larger score. Angell kicked off for Stanford, the ball being marked by Don. J. O ' Neil booted to touch on the Cardinal ba- bies ' 45-yard line. Stanford dribbled to the Santa Clara 25-yard line, but LeBourveau booted safely to midfield. The play remained in Santa Clara ' s territory for a considerable time, but from a scrum McLaren started one of the prettiest passing rushes of the day, Eisert, Ench, McKechnie, O ' Neil, fig- ured conspicuously in this delightful piece of work, with Muldoon making the score. J. O ' Neil kicked off for Santa Clara in the second half. Stanford quickly brought the play into Santa Clara ' s territory, but excellent dribbling by Don, Muldoon, Bergna, McCarthy and Vicini prevented a likely score. From a scrum on the 50-yard line Desmond secured the ball and passed to McKechnie to Gardner to McLaren 124 THE REDWOOD to Vicini, who ended the rush on the Stanford five-yard line. From a line-out, Muldoon caught the ball and passed to Cota, who in turn transferred the ball to Don, who scored. Captain Muldoon failed to convert from a difficult angle. Again Santa Clara resumed the of- fensive from the drop-out and the back-field, headed by McKechnie, did some pretty passing. Berndt made several thrilling runs only to be tack- led each time. Desmond again started a speedy passing rush when he secured the ball in the middle of the field, passed to McKechnie to Berndt, who ran thirty yards. Here Eisert, Palmtag, Don, Bergna and Ench dribbled the ball to the Stanford ten-yard line. A line-out followed with McCarthy receiving the ball and scoring. The entire Santa Clara pack played excellent Rugby. Their packing to- gether, dribbling and work in the loose is to be highly commended. Capt. Muldoon, Eisert, Don, Palmtag and Bergna, proved invaluable in the line- outs, while O ' Neil, Ench, McCarthy, and Vicini dribbled and tackled well. In the back-field Desmond, McKech- nie, Berndt and McLaren proved to be Santa Clara ' s greatest offensive play- ers; while Gardner and Cota tackled well. At fullback LeBourveau gave a good account of himself, and his booting to touch and tackling was perfect. For Stanford, Snook, Larkin, Angell and Aubert played good Rugby. Louis T. Milburn PREP RUGBY NOTES The Preps are steadily following in the footsteps of the Varsity, in as much as they have yet to taste defeat. And whatever they have accomplished is due to the fact that they are a crowd of hard workers, who, since the season began, and though prospects were not very bright, have kept hard at practice day after day. Thus far their efforts have been re- warded by a long chain of victories. The Preps played their first game against Livermore High School, at Pleasanton. Both teams were handi- capped on account of the field — a quondam hayfield temporarily convert- ed into a Rugby turf. Fifteen minutes after the whistle sounded Pipes succeeded in going over the line for the first Prep score. In the second half the Preps had the down field and the wind in their favor. In quick succession LeBourveau, Con- neally and Doud placed the ball behind the line. Ferrario converted Conneal- ly ' s try. After a seventy-five yard run through a scattered field LeBourveau scored again. LeBourveau, Doud, Conneally and Pipes were the stars for the back-field. Foley, at full, aided considerably by his accurate boots to touch. Among the forwards the most conspicuous were Byrne, DeMartini, Costa, Baratono, Ferrario, and Heafey. The rather poor showing of the Liv- ermore aggregation was due to lack of team-work. Leek at times showed bril- liant flashes of speed. THE REDWOOD 125 The final score stood 17 to in favor of the Preps. Preps 11 Centerville 3 After ten minutes of hard fighting, Pipes received the ball from the line- out and passed to Conneally, who, swerving through Centerville ' s back- field, passed to Eisert, who planted the ball behind Centerville ' s goal-posts.. McLaren converted. Again the Preps rushed the ball into their opponents ' territory. Here Pipes received from the scrum and passed to Amaral, who scored on the blind side. The second half found the Preps battling against the wind, which was so strong that their boots to touch gained very little for them. Another dribbling rush was made to Centerville ' s territory, where Sheehy wrested the ball from the full-back and went over for a try. The Centerville ruggers were not disheartened; they rushed the pig-skin to the Preps ' twen- ty-five yard line, Martin picking the ball up, and scoring Centerville ' s first and last try. When the whistle blew at the end of the second half, the score stood 11 to 3 in favor of the Preps. Preps 3 Haywards The Preps and Haywards High Rug- gers battled for forty minutes before the pig-skin was carried over for a try. AVithin Haywards ' twenty-five yard line Doud cross-kicked to Conneally, who scored for the Preps. The game was chiefly a forwards ' game. The Preps were too strong for their opponents in the line-outs, but the tables were turned against them in the scrum. Baratono, Heafey and C. Smith hounded the ball so consistently that seldom was it passed beyond Hay- wards ' second five-eighths. O ' Connor, Sheehy, Bergna, Eisert and Floto show- ed up well among the forwards. Lar- rey, Amaral and Ocana put up the best game among the backs. LeBourveau was watched too closely to scintillate to any great extent. The Hayward outfit has some very promising material, and has every rea- son to look forward to a very success- ful season. Preps 5 San Jose High 3 This game was marked by timely bursts of flashy playing by both teams. In the first few minutes of play neith- er team seemed to make much head- way. Finally, the Garden City backs pulled themselves together and scored. In the second half the Preps retaliated by planting the ball behind the posts, Amaral scoring. Farwell converted the try. Eisert and Ferrario made long in- dividual dribbling rushes, but through lack of following up, they were utterly helpless when bucking against San Jose ' s deadly tacklers. SECOND PREP TEAM Last, but by no means least, the Sec- ond Preps are surely showing up well. Thus far they have scored 43 points to their opponents ' nothing. This is 126 THE REDWOOD certainly a good showing for this bunch of plucky youngsters. Here are the names of our future Varsity heroes: Forwards: Arata, McNamara, Sper- ry, Devine, R. Smith, R. Costa, Ocana, Toohey and Miller. Backs: Pipes, G. O ' Connor, Judge, Trabucco, Woods, Bradley, F. Amaral, Larrey, White and Sick. Games Played and Won. 2nd Preps 17, St. Joseph ' s 0. 2nd Preps 3, Redwood High 0. 2nd Preps 9, Palo Alto Intermedi- ate 0. 2nd Preps 11, St. Joseph ' s 0. 2nd Preps 3, San Jose 2nds 0. B. T. Williams Bmtm § mttx (Elara Wag BEN C. MICKLE All years is good years, There ' s never need, to whine — But some of them is better, And this one ' s extra fine. Scores come as they orter On every fine Sunday, And things is lookin ' bully Down Santa Clara way. ' We talk of ruggers at evenin; We wish ' em all good night — And the football talk is ringin ' With the peep ' o mornin ' light. Our heroes and our hopes Quite equal seem ter say That things is lookin ' bully Down Santa Clara way. So on to victory, once again, Boys, of the Red and White, We ' ll back your grand old playin ' With lots o ' pep and fight — In you our pride reposes, For you have come to stay — And things is lookin ' bully D own Santa Clara way. CONTENTS THE BABE OF BETHLEHEM (Verse) AN UNEXPECTED GIFT - ' IF (Verse) THE GREAT BEAR CLOUDS (Verse) THE PARIS COMMUNE (Concluded) CHRISTMAS BELLS (Verse) BE STRAIGHT THE CHRIST CHILD (Verse) PICTURESQUE SAUSALITO THE CURE ' S CHRISTMAS PRAYER EDITORIAL EXCHANGES UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - ATHLETICS J. Charles Murphy Chester Palmtag Eugene F. Butler J. Charles Murphy Ruddy J. Scholz Leo Louis Gairaud C. Antonioli W. Kevin Casey Demetrio Diaz Earl Desmond Leo Louis Gairaud 127 128 135 136 140 141 158 160 163 169 172 176 179 182 X. z Ul o H S Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., DECEMBER, 1916 No. 3 ${j£ lab? nf 1fell|lel|£m pVNCE in tke twilight singing low, [ Once in tke twilight long ago, An angel dropped from the stars above To find a home for the King of Love. My heart and your Heart, Bate at thy mother ' s side, My heart and your Heart And mine so black with pride. Once in the twilight mourning low, Once in the twilight long ago, An angel stood by a lonely Cross And wept that the world knew not its loss. My heart and your Heart, God I have crucified, My heart and your Heart And mine so black with pride. J. CHARLES MURPHY An Unexpected Gift Chester Palmtag. HAT success did you have today, dear? Same old story, ' Your application will be consid- ered ' , but say, you can ' t im- agine whom I met on the street today, couldn ' t guess in a thous- and years. Well, it was none other than Ben Scott. He was rushing to keep an engagement so I didn ' t have much of a chance to talk with him. He told me to call at his office tomorrow morning however and we would have a little chat. ' ' How ' s the babe this evening, Hel- en? he then inquired. He ' s sleeping now, so don ' t disturb him. The doctor said that the danger was past, but that it would be quite awhile before he was strong and healthy again. Helen, Joe Rich ' s wife, was of medi- um height, but was rather stout and bad a kind round face. The broad fore- head receded onto a mass of dark brown hair done up in heavy braids and wound about the noble head. Her large blue eyes set far apart were can- did and warm and the generous lips and the firm chin, softened by the motherly expression sloped gently into the full white throat and neck which spoke not of the blue-blooded aristocrat but revealed the nature of an affection- ate, trusting and loyal helpmate and mother. Joe was an industrious young man, but there was something lacking in his make-up which allowed him to reach only a certain step on the ladder of suc- cess where he remained stationery. He was restless and impatient and per- haps this was why he did not receive the promotions he thought he deserved. Here he was in San Francisco with- out a position. Two months he had been unemployed in the north and hav- ing heard reports of the prosperity of the California metropolis he decided to move. To add to his troubles his five-year- old son had taken sick and as a con- sequence his small bank account was fast diminishing. He sat moodily contemplating the outlook. I must find something this week, it is absolutely imperative, he thought to himself, or else — well, he didn ' t like to reflect any further; he had experienced a few setbacks and they remained bitter recollections. Don ' t be so melancholy, Joe dear, his wife said cheerfully, as she leaned over him and kissed his forehead. Yes, it ' s all right for you to speak 128 THE REDWOOD 129 like that and flit around here without a care, he returned angrily. Joe, Joe, don ' t get excited now; you know there is no use worrying, you will find something soon, she ans- wered meekly, placing her hands gent- ly against his cheeks. Get away, will you, can ' t you see that I am not in the mood to be argu- ing with you, and he grasped her hands and flung them towards her. Oh, dear, please don ' t treat me like this, she sobbed. She approached him again, but he jumped to his feet, reached his hat and hurriedly left the apartment. Helen waited until nearly midnight and when he did not return she went to bed. She couldn ' t sleep though, for her brain was filled with wild thoughts. During their six years of married life he had been faithful to his promise to abstain, excepting on one occasion and during those few days she had suffered insult and abuse. She tossed about restlessly with a strong suspicion that Joe was despondent enough to forget the vow which he had religiously sworn to uphold, and she dreaded the results. Soon afterwards Joe returned and she felt some slight comfort. He turn- ed on the lights and stooped over her to see if she was sleeping. Seeing her eyes closed he gave her no more thought. It was Helen who was thinking mad- ly. His breath was strong of the vile liquor. She cared not for herself now, only of her sick baby. If he chose to heap abuse on her she would unflinch- ingly bear the pain, but if he so much as disturbed the clothing on her little boy ' s bed she would fight him with the last bit of her strength. It was a relief when she heard his deep even breathing and knew that he was slumbering. She did not rest much though, for she was constantly vigilant lest he should awaken and seek to harm her boy. He was very quiet and mo- rose in the morning and Helen thought it best not to mention anything about his late arrival. Shortly after break- fast he departed saying he was going to see Ben Scott. Why, Joe, who ever dreamt of see- ing you here again, Ben exclaimed, shaking Joe ' s hand warmly and giving him a pat on the shoulder, I thought that you had taken root in the great northwest and had forsaken this com- munity forever. Well I thought so, too, he said, frowning slightly, but I became dis- satisfied with the way affairs were be- ing managed, I didn ' t think I was get- ting a square deal, so I got out. ' ' ' ' How, — what was it ? If I ' m not too inquisitive, Ben asked with interest. Ben and Joe had been born and rais- ed in Crestly, a small town in the Sier- ras and both had migrated to the city and had taken positions there. It had been a hard battle for them— jumping into the bustling, busy city from the quiet, easy going country town. The tales of easy money and glorious good 130 THE REDWOOD times had been too eagerly absorbed by them and when they found themselves in the city without friends or money they were quickly and rudely unde- ceived. After five years of hard work both had progressed very well. There was much in common between them. They lived together and helped each other in work and in studies. Joe was the more impetuous, daring, energetic of the two. He was a good looking fellow with a pleasing personality and was quite popular at his office and among his acquaintances. Ben, on the other hand, was more reserved, quiet and methodical. A very amiable, agreeable chap he was, but he did not possess the initiative of his room-mate. He was a plodder, determined and strong willed, while Joe was quicker, but also more easily discouraged. Only once had their long friendship been threatened. Helen had been ad- mired by both and finally, when Joe gained her consent, Ben had been deep- ly affected. It was with the greatest effort that he maintained his outward friendliness towards Joe. Shortly after the marriage Joe had accepted a posi- tion in the north and Ben was glad to be left alone without the constant re- minder of his unsuccessful suit. For a few months following the departure a correspondence had been kept up, but the letters grew less frequent and final- ly ceased. The manager, Joe started again, and I, did not get along any too well and when he tried to place a nephew of his, a fresh you ng upstart, over my department, I went to him and told him not any too mildly, what I thought of the change. Well, one word led to another and I lost my reason for a mo- ment and caused a scene. I was asked to apologize, but instead I threw the job in his face. I knew that I was do- ing wrong, but I would rather have lost twenty jobs than fall on my knees be- fore such an old beggar. I took life easy for a few weeks and then I de- cided to go forth seeking for a new place. Business was slack and every- thing was filled up, so I left in disgust and came back here. I certainly regret to hear of this, Joe, Ben said as he tapped his desk meditatively. Conditions seem to be the same all over. I know I have heard many reports about poor business, and the high cost of living. We in the law business, not generally affected by hard times, have noticed the stringency also. I don ' t say this to discourage you, Joe, but merely to forewarn you. I think it would be wise for yoti to accept any- thing which will keep you busy dur- ing the winter and you can then keep your eyes open for something better. T will certainly do what I can for you and I will notify you if anything devel- ops. ' ' Thank you, Ben, I am surely grate- ful to you and will appreciate anything you will be able to do for me. Have you met any of the other fel- lows since your arrival? Ben inquired. THE REDWOOD 131 No, I have felt like a total stranger until I met you yesterday, Joe re- turned with a laugh, I visited some of the old haunts several days ago, but I didn ' t meet a soul I knew. I didn ' t realize the changes that could occur in a few years. ' ' A few of the fellows are still in the city, but I guess all have changed since you left, ' ' Ben went on. ' ' Donald Sper- ry, who is sharing my apartment, is now with Young and Son, the broker- age firm. Al Larsen is making good with the Well Oil Company. Bert Ham- mond is practising medicine, and one or two others are doing well. Any of them married? asked Joe jokingly. No, they are all bachelors like my- self, ' ' Ben answered, with a faint smile, but how are Helen and Joe Rich Juni- or? n The little beggar has been awfully sick, Joe replied, seriously, but now he ' s getting along all right. Helen is fine though, the same old girl, of course she has been worried lately about the boy ' s sickness. You must come out and see us some evening. Hel- en would be glad to see you. Yes, he spoke the truth without knowing it. There had ever been a smouldering fire within her heart for Ben. She had always admired his cleanliness and his purity and his staunchness, but she had chosen Joe, the handsome, the frivolous, the im- pulsive. Perhaps she had chosen wrongly, but only herself would ever know it. I must be going, Ben, he said aris- ing. All right, Joe, but listen, you must promise to come to the office and to let me know of your prospects and I will be on the alert and phone you if anything turns up. Don ' t forget. As the days flew past and Joe found no employment he became more dis- couraged and disheartened. Day by day he felt his spirits drop. He became irritable and nervous. A wife and a sick child depended on him and he could not find work. Why was it that everybody turned against him? And he began to imagine bitter things against the firms where he had made application for a position and against Ben for not using his influence. Well, he would see that something happened and quickly too. Christmas was not many days distant and he was determined he would have a position or money by that time. Just a week now before Christmas. On Monday I shall see Ben again and if he hasn ' t something for me — and his brain flew wildly. Monday arrived with no success. Christmas eve on the morrow, but the thought did not bring the usual joy. He called on Ben once more and re- ceived the same encouraging news — that perhaps after the first he could find an opening with the Loyal Insur- ance Company. Perhaps, Possibly, these were the words that almost drove him mad. He did not show his displeasure but thanked Ben for his endeavors. 132 THE REDWOOD Leaving the office he directed his footsteps to the New York Loan Com- pany ' s office. I want to borrow two hundred dol- lars, Joe said to the clerk. Certainly, what security? the clerk asked. My salary, which you can collect on the fifteenth of January. Yes, that will be all right. Just fill in this blank, please. Joe took the form which the clerk handed him and filling it in returned it to him. The clerk scanned it carefully and then told Joe to return at four o ' clock when he would have everything arrang- ed for him. Why can ' t you do that now? Joe asked peevishly. Well, you see it is necessary that the manager handle these loans person- ally and he will not be in the office until this afternoon, the clerk ans- wered politely. I would appreciate it very much if you would arrange it in some way now, Joe answered. I expect to go to the country on the noon train and do not like to be delayed. I ' m sorry, but I ' m powerless to do anything until the manager passes on it. If that ' s final I guess I will have to wait, that ' s all. What time did you say to return? At four o ' clock, sir. Joe departed in somewhat better spirits, but angry at the clerk whom he blamed for the delay. This is Young and Son, the broker, the operator repeated. Mr. Sperry? Why no, he ' s not in at present. How long? Why he has been employed here for five or six years. Who is this speaking? The New York Loan Association? Shall I have Mr. Sperry call? No? and she hung up. Well I ' ll tell Mr. Sperry anyhow when he comes in, she said to herself. Sperry was told of the conversation when he returned and thought it very peculiar. And they said it was not necessary for me to phone? he asked excitedly. I ' m just going to see what this means, and he asked the operator to connect with the New York Loan Asso- ciation. This is Mr. Sperry at Young and Son ' s speaking. A short while ago your firm phoned me. I wish you would explain to me the reason for doing it. ' ' Loan? I don ' t understand. What do you mean? Why certanily not, I have never been near your office. At four o ' clock? Rest assured I ' ll be there. Sperry arrived at the office early and introduced himself. This is the pledge he signed, the clerk said, handing him the form. He scrutinized it closely. The hand writ- THE REDWOOD 133 ing was very similar, but what really astonished him was the references, Larsen, Hammond and several others. Why, the low down cur has even placed my father ' s, mother ' s and sis- ter ' s names on this sheet, he said aloud. He could hardly wait until the scoun- drel appeared. A good sound thrash- ing and then he would turn the rascal over to the authorities. He paced the floor and tried to imagine the person who had done this. Surely it must have been some one very intimate. But who? he asked himself. Who could conceive such a detestable trick? The clerk interrupted him and asked if he should send for a policeman. No. No. I can take care of the scoundrel myself. Sperry shouted in a rage. Shortly before four Joe started for the Loan office and in passing Ben ' s office he thought he would stop and ask him to come out with him to the house and have dinner. Ben, he said, on entering the of- fice, we are having a Christmas din- ner at the house tonight, why not come out with me and help make things mer- ry. Helen will be glad to have you with us and it will seem like the good old days having you with us on Christmas eve. I would like to go with you, but I don ' t feel like intruding on any private party, understand? No, not at all, this is not any spe- cially arranged affair, just the three of us and the kid. Come on now, what do you say? Get your hat and let ' s go. All right, I don ' t have to be persu- aded any further, he replied gleefully and both started off together. As they passed the entrance of the Fair Building Joe hesitated. Come along upstairs, he said to Ben, I will only be a moment. The elevator stopped and Ben fol- lowed Joe. Say, I guess I had better phone Helen that we are coming. It will be a little surprise for her. I won ' t tell her who the guest is, and he stepped to the booth. Ben paced down the corridor and passing an office with the door ajar he gazed in blankly and passed on. Donald inside had seen him though. The scoundrel, the cur, he said to himself. So he is the trusting friend who would insult me and my father and mother and sisters. The dog saw me and would not enter. Well, he is not going to get away that easily. He strode down the hall after Ben, and laying a heavy hand on his shoul- der turned him about abruptly. Hello, Donald, what are you trying to do, frighten me to death? Frighten you. Yes, you look weak- hearted all right, he said sneeringly. What is the meaning of all this any- how ? ' ' I don ' t know what you are driving at, Ben said confusedly. No? growled Sperry. Well that ' s 134 THE REDWOOD too bad. Maybe if I called an officer you would understand, and then be forgot his bitterness and almost sobbed. Ben, all these years I have known and respected you and now you shat- ter that confidence and hope and make the years of friendship seem as a myth. This is worse than — well, I can ' t con- ceive of anything which could affect me more deeply. Ben, I ' m sorry it hap- pened. When you needed money why didn ' t you come to me as a man and I wouldn ' t have refused, rather than stoop to — yes, forgery, for that ' s ex- actly what it is, and, he added, it was a wrong aganst your most trust- ing friend. The truth struck Ben then, the sign on the open door brought the meaning to him. Donald, I realize what a contempti- ble thing it was to do, but I can ' t ex- plain why I did it, for I don ' t know myself. I am sorry I did not go to you straightforwardly and openly and ask you for help instead of stooping to this. Allow me to go now, please don ' t say any more. I am too ashamed to talk to you. A picture of that sweet innocent face had flashed before Ben. To her sensitive nature what a shock it would cause, this knowledge of her husband ' s dishonesty. Please leave me Donald, and he leaned against the wall with bowed head. Joe from the booth had seen all and when Sperry departed he came forward meekly towards Ben. Not a word of this now when we get to the house, we will settle this later between ourselves, Ben commanded. The evening passed harmoniously, Helen happy and contented with her husband and her baby and the presence of Ben. After dinner, when all were in the highest of spirits Ben drew a letter from his pocket, a letter addressed to Joe. ' ' I neglected to mail this letter today, so I will give it to you now. Your Christmas present. You have been ap- pointed manager of the southern dis- trict for the Loyal Insurance Company to become effective the fifteenth, he said quickly. Now let ' s all drink a toast to the success of the new mana- ger. The first time Sperry spoke to Ben was several weeks afterwards, when he came to him excitedly and said he had just received a letter from Joe Eich. This is a wonderful surprise, Ben and I apologize for my unfortunate mistake. Joe ' s record from that day was un- blemished and Ben ' s generosity and sacrifice was never lost sight of. It was this one incentive which led Joe on to success and recognition in his business. As for Ben, he remained the same staid old bachelor. Many an hour, though, he spent reflecting on what might have been had Helen chosen dif- ferently. M YOU ' RE starting Life ' s journey, young man — as you go On the highway of Youth, with your face all aglow, The book of Life ' s open — its blank pages wait To be filled with your future, engraven by Fate. You ' ve parted from loved ones, and blinded by tears, You ' ve gone from the home of your soft, tender years. You go — as a legion before you have gone To seek fame and fortune, your steps toward the dawn. You square your broad shoulders, and stride unafraid, Though Ambition and Grit are your sole stock in trade, You ' ll succeed with your pluck, and scale Fame ' s lofty cliff, Unless you are balked by that mighty word — IF . Full many another has gone as you go, With a strange, new-born freedom, and face all aglow, With just such ambitions as you bear with you, On a day just as bright, ' neath a sky just as blue, To climb to the heights with the greatest of men, And to beard the lion of Success in his den. But when obstacles came, and adversities rose, Self -belief disappeared, as a wisp of smoke blows ; Undecided and fearful, over-rating the hill, They lowered their standard: I Must and I Will! They feared that they couldn ' t — and found they could not, And a guide-post to Failure was raised on the spot. And you ' ll find on Life ' s sea there is many a skiff That was wrecked by the winds of a brain-storm called — IF . So, when obstacles come, and they ' ll come to you, too, Don ' t fall by the way — to your colors be true. The Past is behind you, the Future unborn, Live, live in the light of the Present ' s bright morn. And when you ' re sore tried by some crisis or need, Don ' t ever say IF — when you mention — Succeed. There ' s a sure cure for Failure, and use it you must, It ' s the magical remedy that ' s labeled Self-Trust. Never doubt that you can, when your obstacles throng, And you ' ll triumph o ' er each, and through each grow more strong. If men think you unfit, just fight harder each day, And the world will soon change when Self -Trust clears the way. And belief in yourself will level each cliff — When Success is at stake — there is no word called — IF . Eugene W. Butler. 135 The Great Bear J. Charles Murphy. N that Far North which men have called the Great White Silence I was alone with the nuggets — the shining yellow nuggets which made my heart warm in that land of ice. Never again would my wife and boy know want, after I reached the civilization once more ; and never again would I have to work hard. Those nuggets so heavy and yelloAV — two small bags of them would make me a great man and I would buy every- thing when I reached the land far away yet. The Frenchman stopped. But, I asked, the gold. Where is it now? Ah, a feverish light sparkled in his eyes and died away into that quiet, trusting look I had noticed so often. Ah, my friend, the gold was stolen and now it is beneath fifteen feet of snow — somewhere in the Yukon. ' ' That is peculiar, Rene, I said. Then there was a momentary silence for I would not press him on a subject which appeared to be of a private na- ture, and I knew that if the French- man saw fit he would tell me. He dragged in the smoke slowly, holding the long pipe between two fingers. When he spoke again the subject was 136 a new one and I was sorry that he would not confide in me for I felt there was something behind those words he had spoken in answer to my question. But as I said he spoke on a new subject. To-night, he said, is the Christ- mas. Yes, I answered, this is Christ- mas Eve, Rene. Outside the wind whistled and the snow swirled about the little cabin. Ah, the Christmas, he mumbled. And then, too, it was the Christmas, but that I found out only years after- wards. Yes, the night the Great Bear came to me it was the Christmas. I did not push him. I saw my sur- mise had been incorrect and that after all he was going to tell me the story I longed to hear, for there were wild tales told of the Frenchman ' s great ad- venture and once he had struck a man for referring to the affair jokingly. Yes, he said, half what they tell you is not true. I killed no man to get the gold. No. We were in the mines together. Great riches were every- where and there were awful tempta- tions. . My luck was bad, but those about me had become rich over night. It was hard. The chance was against me, and the wife and the little Rene were far far away wailing for papa to THE REDWOOD 137 come home with a great store of gold to make them happy. To go home like a beggar I could not, and to stay longer in the mines was useless for me. So one bright cold night I take the gold while the owner sleeps and I put it in the dog sled and I put the huskies in harness and mush on. I listened with rapt attention to his every syllable for I knew that he was about to recite in his picturesque lan- guage the Odyssey in which he, the deep-chested Frenchman was the hero. Rene continued: It was cold, the snow, and I then knew I was doing a wrong thing, but I was desperate — and it was so easy. To take the dogs and the sled and the priceless nuggets — two bags full of them. Ah, my friend, per- haps you have never been desperate with cold — and with the thought of the wife and child waiting for you, and it may be starving, perhaps you have nev- er been like I was — in that position, and, perhaps you have never had the gold fever. It is like a snake that charms the little bird. It is a spell that lures you on and on to risk your health, your life, your name — everything. ' ' And when you see that the gold you struggle for is not for you, ah, then it is a bitter thing. And worse than that, the wife living in hopes and the little child waiting for the papa and the gold. For a time it was terrible. But at last I yielded and I took the gold and flew. For nights and days we traveled on — the dogs and I. The load was heavy for I had provisions too, piled high. The white land was! bleak and desolate as we mushed on and on. And then come bad storms. Storms and storms and blizzards and snow. I, like a thief in the night, and I was a thief, pushed on toward the South and the civilization and the family. But it seemed the hand of God was following. The blizzard grew worse and the snow was dropping like the great clouds themselves had fallen. To advance be- came almost impossible and the huskies were fatigued. So we stopped and I buried myself in the snow and slept, oh so long. And the dogs were hungry and whined because the dried fish was scarce and I gave them but small por- tions to conserve the supply. Perhaps I would have slept until the day of the Great Mass, but one of the huskies lick- ed my face and whined and whined and roused me a little, but I could not wake without a terrible effort. All was so peaceful and quiet. It was so good to sleep, sleep and rest. But the husky licked my face and whined. I would have shot him, but I could not stir. Then I thought of the home and the wife and boy and the gold I was carry- ing and I struggled to waken. I open- ed my eyes with great effort and after a time I broke into the real world again, but, oh, it was so hard. While I had slept the huskies had eaten all the dried fish and I was alone in the white silence with five starving dogs, and myself starving and miles from any place of food. It was a situa- 138 THE REDWOOD tion most distressing. I cried in des- pair. That day we pushed some dist- ance. We slept again and one husky, the weakest one, died. Over the pow- dered snow we crunched hoping against hope for relief. It was growing worse and worse. I was starving and the dogs were dying, so them I abandoned one by one as they were unable to walk for weakness. I carried my heavy sacks of gold and left the sled behind. I felt like a devil in a frozen hell, alone in the silence. The quietness was a thing awful and awe-inspiring. It was God speaking to me and pointing at me the accusing finger. But I, with my stolen gold, pushed on, starving and desolate and alone. It was bitter cold and the snow was slanting down and piling in drifts about me. But the worst of all was the loneliness and I would have given the world for some one to speak to. I would sink in the snow and rest for a long time never daring to sleep lest I should not awak- en. And I longed for anything to make me feel I was on an earth which con- tained another mortal creature beside myself. I prayed for help, I, with my stolen nuggets. I screamed, I yelled in the terrible stillness. For a comrade, for a companion, I was crazy. I was alone in a world of mystery, so unearth- ly and so still. Ah, to be alone, you do not know, the pain, the longing for a friend, for anything. How long I tra- veled on I cannot tell. The drifts of pure snow piled high about me and the Northern Light shot their electric sig- nals across the sky. I did not fear them. I only wanted someone. By great good luck I had found some dried fish in one of the gold bags, put there by mistake. So I could sustain myself a few more days. But I longed for a friend in the hushed quietness. ' ' And then, out of the White Silenc e the Great Bear came. In size he was monstrous as he peered at me. But I did not fear him. He stood afar off in the ghostly whiteness and at times I thought he was but a figure of snow. But he moved and shambled on in a path parallel to mine and not far away, ever watching intently, but never coming nearer. I longed for him to come nearer, for I did not fear him as I might have feared. For there was something out of the ordinary about this bear. He watched me intently, but after a time I saw that he was not look- ing at me, but at the bags of gold! It was mysterious and awful, all alone out there with the bear watching the bags of gold so intently as if accusing me. I felt the pangs of conscience. I felt the sudden remorse for the evil I had done. He seemed to be saying to me plainly that I was a thief and that I could never escape the hand of God even miles away from civilization. I grew wild with thoughts of the aveng- ing Hand. I tremble. Forgetting all else but the Great Bear I swung each bag around my head three times and hurled it far away deep into the snow, where it was lost forever. And soon afterwards the bear came closer. But THE REDWOOD 139 never, mysterious it may seem, do I re- member having touched the bear. For days we were companions, he and I. At night his body kept me warm, but I do not know if he touched me. By day we traveled onward through the ice and snow, he shambling near me and I ever feeling his mysterious pres- ence, beside me. I feared him not and I knew that he loved me. A queer, strange sight in this Land of the Mid- night Sun. A man and a great white bear traveling together as companions. We seemed to understand each other and my wonder was great. I do not remember that he uttered a sound in all the time he traveled with me. I can only remember the thud, thud, thud of his giant paws on the crumbling snow, as he paced along beside me. I was lost but when he came he went in a certain definite path and remembering stories of horses finding the way when men had failed, I followed the path he took. After a time the country about grew familiar and I knew where I was and was able to find my way. We had been traveling together for two days be- fore we came to the familiar country. Then, one morning the Great Bear left me. I remember that he was beside me. And then I remember he was far off on a little ridge of snow. How he got there in an instant causes me won- der now, but then I did not wonder. I only looked to see the spectre-like form fade away in the distance without seeming to move, just blending with the horizon. So beautiful he seemed to me then and I was weeping to see him dis- appear. My eyes beheld him no longer and he was gone. The Great Bear was gone from me. And the rest is short. I now knew the way and struggled to the relief sta- tion. Within a month I was united with my family, penniless, without the burden of gold. I secured a position and I made an agreement with the man who owned the gold that I would pay him all, little by little, for I repented of my sin there in the silence when the Great Bear came to me. And all this was years ago. I staggered into the relief station on the Christmas day. ' ' And the Great Bear? I asked. Who can tell, said Rene, it is a strange thing. Perhaps the Christ walked abroad that day. (ttl0U 0 eIKE ghostly temples far and near, Like dreams made real in atmosphere, Across the blue of Keaven ' s dome Silent and swift the white clouds roam. Like piles of purest driven snow Above tKe sunlit world they go, Tkeir sails are silver in tKe sky As soundless they go drifting by ; But when the great sun sinking fast Behind the sapphire mountain vast Prepares to don the robes of night, Shoots forth his shafts of golden light, A transformation we behold All crimson violet pink and gold. And when the world shall pass away, When we the debt of Time shall pay, Still will the clouds go drifting by Without a tear — without a sigh, And still they ' ll sail on through the night Dressed in their robes of fleecy white, Though we are gone, both you and I Still will the clouds go sailing by. RUDOLPH J. SCHOLZ 140 The Paris Commune (Concluded.) Leo Louis Gairaud. HE first result of the capture of the Tuilleries was the su- premacy, for the moment, of the Commune. The leaders of the Jacobins clearly per- ceived this, and now openly espoused its cause. Marat, Camille Des- moulins, Dubois, Robespierre, Billaud- Varenne and the other extreme Jacob- ins allied themselves with the Commune in its warfare against the Committee of Twenty-one. They were received with joy, and the first clash, with the Assem- bly, though a minor one, was concerned with Marat ' s request that he be allowed the use of the royal printing press. The Assembly refused, but the Commune granted it. The first question of importance that now came up was the demand for a convention, which was granted imme- diately. Next the Commune demanded the safe custody of the King, that he might not escape to the army. The Assembly on August 12th, two days after the capture of the Tuilleries, con- ceded this, and the King and Royal Family were incarcerated in the old Temple of the Knights Templars under the superintendence of the insurrec- tionary Commune. Robespierre was shrewd enough to perceive that this insurrectionary gov- ernment could not stand in the face of any reaction which might take place. He realized that there were several sources of danger, which, if they were not provided against, would prove fatal to the new order of affairs. These were the army, part of which was still faith- ful to the king, under Lafayette; some of the provinces under the leadership of the Feuillants, which might at any moment rise against them; and lastly, the wealthy inhabitants of Paris, the bourgeois, who feared that matters were going too far. His greatest fear was not from the bourgeois, however, though they were closest to the seat of trouble. They were fearful for the safety of their property and it was natural to expect that they would be the first to turn against the state of things now exist- ing. He realized that the only hope of keeping them from rebelling, lay in the establishment of a system of ter- ror, and to further that view, he ap- plied for, or rather demanded from, the Assembly, in the name of the Commune, a strong police law, by which the muni- cipality might arrest whomsoever they suspected; also the establishment of a 141 142 THE REDWOOD new tribunal in Paris, to try people as soon as arrested. In these two propo- sals of Robespierre can be seen the first steps towards the terror. Marat fully acquiesced in all these proceed- ings, as they were quite in line with his views. He, too, saw that, unless some strict force was applied, a reaction would soon take place, and such a re- action would mean an end to the revo- lutionary reign. To appease the provinces, the Com- mune of Paris sought to show that it was the real governing power, and sent off messengers and emissaries to every city and district to. inform the inhabi- tants that the King was overthrown, and that there was no longer any fear of treachery, as the Commune was now watching over the proceedings of the Assembly. The only remaining fear, that from the army commanded by Lafayette, was exploded, when the news arrived that Lafayette, after exhorting his men to be loyal to the king, and finding that the whole of his army favored dethrone- ment, had fled across the border, where he was seized by the Austrians and imprisoned. His flight greatly strengthened the position of the Com- mune. Henceforward, the history of the Commune is bound up with that of the Jacobins, who were its controlling spirits. In the Assembly, the fight waged bitterly between the Girondins and the Jacobins, the Feuillants as a party having been wiped out. The Girondists were idealists, as has been said, and the Jacobins men of action wishing for power, and backed by the force of the Commune. With all fear gone from without, the different parties in the Assembly now pursued their internecine strife with great vigour. The Infamous Committee of Public Safety, with Marat as its president, was established, and was soon followed by the Revolutionary Tribunal, con- sisting of nine judges, who were gov- erned by martial law, and whose deci- sions were final on matters of con- spiracy against the state. These were established, the first by the Commune, and the second by the Assembly, according to the wishes of the Commune, but the Tribunal was too slow to satisfy the Commune, so under pressure the Assembly took more vigorous measures. The Lands of the Emigres were sequestered; all eccle- siastics who would not take the infa- mous oath were to be transported; and the National Guard ordered every man to enlist, whether a citizen or not. All this vigour on the part of the Assembly was not wholly due to the pressure brought to bear upon it by the Commune, but it was partly owing to the rapid advance of the Prussians along the frontier. The Assembly de- creed, on receiving news of the ad- vancing armies, that a force of thirty thousand men should be raised in Paris, and that every man, who was given a musket, would be punished by THE REDWOOD 143 death, if he refused to fight. On mo- tion of Danton, the evil genius of the Revolution, a house to house search for arms was made, and about three thou- sand suspects were arrested and thrown into prison. Even the convents were turned into prisons to accommo- date the crowds. The question as to who were suspects rested entirely with the officer making the arrest, and these officers were under the orders of the Committee of Safety. The Assembly, or rather the Giron- dists, were dissatisfied with the con- duct of the Commune, and showed themselves in open opposition. One of the young Girondists attacked the Com- mune in his journal, and was immedi- ately summoned to its bar. The Assem- bly canceled this summons, and called to its own bar the President of the Com- mune, Hugenin, and his Secretary, Tallien. In the Assembly itself these two attacked the leaders of the Giron- dins. The Assembly then ordered the Comxnane to dissolve, and decreed that a new and legal municipality should be elected At a meeting of the Commune this order was discussed, and it was de- cided to evade it by admitting, or forcing the new members of the Com- mune to join it, and thus increase its numbers. The stage was now set for the terrible massacres of September 2-7, 1792. The whole world was stunned by the fero- city displayed by the hired assassins and the infuriated and impassioned populace, who, not satisfied with mas- sacring the innocent and guilty alike in the prisons, furiously attacked the convents and murdered innocent nuns and priests without the slightest warn- ing. The National Guard and the po- lice stood by in apathy and did not raise a finger to prevent these atro- cities. On the morning of September sec- ond, the tocsin rang out the alarm, and immediately three hundred hired assassins of the committee of Marat leading the populace went into the prisons and streets killing all whom they suspected. On their way to the prisons they massacred some priests returning from service. It was a Sun- day morning. This first taste of blood infuriated the passions of the mob still more, and they rushed to the Con- vent of the Carmelites where one hun- dred and fifty priests were imprisoned, and most of th nn cruelly murdered. For five days these horrible butcheries continued. In all, about three thousand persons, including wo- men and children, lost their lives. It was during these massacres that the infamous guillotine was first estab- lished to facilitate the murder of the people. It is said by some historians that the cause of the massacres was the fear of the volunteers in the army encamped outside the city that when they left for war, all these prisoners would rise up and overcome the guards stationed about them and put an end to the reign 144 THE REDWOOD of the new government. This fear was also felt by the government itself. But the more reasonable view seems to be that the people led by their demagogues who preached bloodshed and anarchy, rose up and put into action the things taught them by their leaders. It is possible that the news of the capture of Longwy and Verdun by the Prussians helped to stir up the mobs. Both the Commune and the Assembly were silent during these fear- ful orgies. While the Commune was practically ruling the Assembly, its position was made still stronger now by these same massacres which it did nothing to prevent. It was mainly the leaders of the people who had encour- aged the massacres, and instead of be- ing upheld by only a minority of the sections, it now became the government not only of the whole of Paris, but of the whole of France as well. The members of the new National Convention took their seats on Septem- ber 22, 1792, the day after the former Legislative Assembly adjourned. The same parties, with the exception of the Feuillants, composed the new Conven- tion. The Girondins and Jacobins were the largest in numbers, composing nearly the whole Convention. The Gir- ondins were superior in numbers to the Jacobins, but the Jacobins were able, through their influence in the Jacobin clubs and the wild bands of Sans- Culottes, to force the most extreme and desperate measures through the Convention. They exerted an even greater influence through their auda- city and the support of the Paris Com- mune, which in fact, was the chief ruling power. All the rulers of the Commune, Robespierre, Danton, Marat, and others, even Petion, the former Mayor, were elected to the Convention by Paris. After the declaration of the aboli- tion of royalty and the perpetual ban- ishment of the Emigres, the old split between the Girondins and Jacobins again broke out. The Girondins or- ganized all their strength in Paris and the provinces, and fiercely opposed the Jacobins. Petion was re-elected Mayor, but refused to give up his seat in the Convention. Chambon was then elect- ed in his place. Chambon wished most heartily the destruction of the Com- mune of Paris, and was a ready tool in the hands of the Girondins. Hebert, publisher of one of the foulest of the Jacobin journals, was elected one of his assistants. But, the insurrectionary Commune of August Tenth persisted in sitting with the members of the new Commune, so the Girondins really gained very little by their decree of a new Municipal government. The Girondins regarded the insur- rectionary Commune, that is, the Ja- cobin Commune, as practically the city of Paris, and attacked the Parisians virulently. The natural result was that the Parisians supported the Commune. The first months of the new Conven- tion was marked by clashes between the two parties. The Girondins, by THE REDWOOD 145 their eloquence, swayed the members of the Plain, and succeeded in abolish- ing the extraordinary Tribunal of Au- gust 17. Both the parties were united on the question of the execution of the King, but they differed in the manner in which the charge should be brought against him. The Jacobins wished him to be regarded as a traitor, having secret correspondence with foreign powers, and they held that he should die, while on the other hand, the Gir- ondins wished the country to judge concerning his conduct. A committee of twenty-one was formed to prepare charges on December 6, and on the tenth their report was handed to the Convention. On the eleventh, the charges were read to the King and his trial commenced. Suffice it to say that his dethronement should have pro- tected him from execution, but this was not the time for legal technicalities or calm judgment ; he was convicted by a majority of 26 out of 721, and sen- tenced to die the following day. This majority was only attained because of the mob surrounding the Chambers, which threatened death to all, if the King was not convicted. It will be remembered that when the King, on August Tenth, left the Assem- bly, he was guarded by the Commune, and taken to the Temple. Here he was allowed the freedom of the gardens, and was permitted to have servants to wait upon him. But schemes for at- tempting an escape caused the Com- mune to take stern measures during October, and the King was separated from his family and not permitted to have correspondence with them. The Jacobins restored the Commit- tee of General Security on January 21, 1793, but instead of ten Girondins and two Jacobins as formerly, there were now eleven Jacobins and one Girondin. The Girondin Mayor of Paris was forced to resign, and, Pache, former minister of War, was elected in his place. The struggle between the Gir- ondins and Jacobins increased in bit- terness. War was declared against the rulers of all the foreign countries, and Du- mouriez on the frontier was ordered to invade Belgium, in which campaign he was defeated at Neerwinden and then deserted to the Austrians, blaming his defeat on Jacobin spies among his army. Immediately following this defeat, a powerful committee was elected. It consisted of twenty-four deputies. There were now three committees, the Committee of Public Safety, that of General Security, and the Revolution- ary Tribunal. The news of the advance of the Prussians and the reverses at the hands of other foreign troops was the reason for the extraordinary powers given to this Committee of Public Safety. It was to deliberate in secret, to consist of nine members, to have su- preme executive power and authority to spend certain sums of money with- out accounting, and to present a week- 146 THE REDWOOD ly report to the Convention. It is astonishing how thoroughly the Jacob- ins, backed by the Commnne, pushed through the convention every measure necessary to create the terror. The Jacobins made use of the treach- ery of Dumouriez to overthrow the Girondins, to which party he had be- longed. They accused them of plot- ting with Dumouriez to overthrow the Convention and the Commune and erect France into a federal republic The eloquence of the Girondins repelled this attack for the moment, but Marat, in his journal, called upon the people to rise against them. The Girondins now turned upon Marat as the instigator of the riots. This exasperated the people, whose idol Marat was. The Girondists caused Marat to appear before the bar of the Convention, where he was almost unanimously acquitted. The Jacobins, in turn, in the same thirty-five Sections of Paris, on April 15, demanded the expulsion from the Convention of twenty-two of the lead- ing Girondists on a charge of disturb- ing the public peace. The Girondins refused to pay any attention to the charge and passed it over, proceeding to the order of the day. A fete held in honor of one of the leaders of the Commune on April twenty-eighth greatly strengthened the Commune in public favor. The Commune now concentrated its armed forces, prepared for any danger ; the Jacobins backed it; the Girondins merely thought out decrees for the Convention; and divisions appeared even among the Girondists themselves. Their doom seemed certain. There were no troops in Paris on which they could rely, and the Commune could raise great numbers of rabble, besides its regular troops. Towards the end of May, 1793, a Committee of Twelve was appointed consisting entirely of Girondins and members of the Plain. This committee was formed to detect and punish those who had incited riots and tumult in Paris. They imprisoned Hebert and his friends for inciting the people. But the Commune, since the formation of the Committee of Twelve had declared itself en permanence, did the same. They protested against Hebert ' s ar- rest, and a raging mob compelled the Convention to release him and dis- solve the Committee But the Convention a few days later restored the Committee, and the Sec- tions, on May 31, under the leadership of Hebert, and the other three powers of the Commune — Robespierre, Danton and Marat — followed the example of August Tenth and formed an insur- rectionary Commune. The tocsin was rung, and the mob formed at the Tuilleries, but nothing was accom- plished save the dissolution of the Com- mittee of Twelve. The Commune was not satisfied with this, and on June second, formed a guard around the Convention and ordered that the Girondists should be expelled. The THE REDWOOD 147 Deputies, seeing that their liberty and perhaps their lives would be taken, were compelled to yield to the mob. Thirty-two Girondists were seized and imprisoned and seventy-three ex- pelled from the Convention. The Girondists who were expelled concentrated at Caen, where they at- tempted to set up a separate govern- ment. Charlotte Corday came to Paris and murdered Marat in the belief that he was the instigator of the riots and the cause of the expulsion of the Giron- dists. She was executed for the mur- der. But Marat ' s death was not his end. He became an object of even greater worship by the mobs after his death, than before. The Girondists were completely brok- en as a party after their expulsion from the Convention, and the Jacob- ins, the sanguinary party, ruled the Convention with an iron hand. It was owing to the power of the Commune of Paris that the Jacobins had secured their victory, and it was with the Commune that they now struggled for the mastery. For some time, owing to the necessities of the hour, they acted in harmony, but the struggle Avas bound to come. The avaricious Jacobins could not allow anyone to share their power with them. With insurrections starting in dif- ferent parts of Prance against their authority, especially the great Vendean insurrection, and with dangers multi- plying on the frontiers, the Convention was forced to decree a levy en masse to supply troops. Terror was used to secure maintenance for the armies. The tAvo Committees fully disposed of any- one who was not acceptable to them. The Convention had become nothing but an assembly of assassins and mur- derers. The Reign of Terror was now fully established. The tAvo commit- tees, the Commune, the Jacobin clubs, and the bloodthirsty Sans-Culottes de- stroyed the lives of all who Avere op- posed, or indifferent to the cause of Liberte, Egalite, Fraternite. But we shall pass over this frightful period in Avhich over tAA o hundred thousand suspected persons Avere arrested throughout France, imprisoned, and executed. On October 16, 1793, Marie An- toinette, the widow of the King, Avas executed. Bailly, the old and first Mayor of Paris, Madame Roland, and tAventy-one proscribed Girondists were guillotined on October 31, 1793. Many of the other leaders of the Girondists committed suicide ; Roland, Barbaroux, Condorcet, Petion, and others. It will not be necessary to deal with the history of the Terror of 1793-4, only insofar as it affected the affairs of the Paris Commune. It must be remem- bered that the Commune was noAV un- der the domination of Hebert and the Hebertists. A rupture came between Robespierre in the Convention, and the Hebertists of the Commune, cul- minating in the overthrow of the He- bertists and. the appointment of new officials. Next came the downfall of 148 THE REDWOOD Bobespierre himself, and the resump- tion by the Convention of all the gov- erning powers. The Commune then ceased to be a body of any power whatever. We will now examine the causes leading to its final overthrow. At the beginning of the Terror, after the fall of the Girondists, all the fac- tions were united. The leaders of the Commune — Hebert, Chaumette, Mom- ore — prevailed upon the Convention to decree the abolition of the Christian religion and the substitution of the worship of Eeason in its stead. A notorious woman was enthroned in the Cathedral of Notre Dame as the God- dess of Reason, and the Commune and Convention worshipped her. Infidelity and atheism reigned supreme. The most shocking excesses were perpe- trated by the revolutionists. Insurrections arose in the provinces which took many men and much money to overcome. The levy en masse had given a new army to France, which, no longer fighting in small divisions, was able to overcome the invaders. Besides these two parties — the Jacob- ins under the committee of Public Safety, and the Commune — there was a third party, the Cordeliers, under Dan- ton and Desmoulins, who were dis- gusted with the cruelty of the Jacobins and desired to bring the Terror to an end. Desmoulins incurred the rage of the Jacobins, particularly of Robe- spierre, and they resolved upon the de- struction of the whole party of the Dantonists, the party of clemency. But before doing this, Robespierre decided that it would be better to get rid of the faction of the Commune, and en- tered into a temporary alliance with Danton to effect this end. St. Just, one of Robespierre ' s aides, made a remarkable declaration in the Convention, when he divided the ene- mies of the Republic into three classes — the corrupt, the ultra-revolutionary, and the moderates, insisting on their destruction. The ultra-revolutionists were the party of the Commune, the moderates were practically anyone who did not agree with the Terror, and the corrupt were the Cordeliers. This declaration was the direct cause of bringing the Hebertists to the guillo- tine on March 24, 1794. This date marks the beginning of the end of the Commune of Paris. Robespierre ap- pointed new officials to the vacant places, and thus once more became master of the Commune. From now on, the history of the Commune is the his- tory of the downfall of Robespierre. With him, as its master, it collapsed. Only one week intervened between the execution of the Hebertists and the charges brought against Danton and Desmoulins for corruption. But they were supported by the mob, and for three days, Danton was able to pre- vent his condemnation. For the first time the bloody monsters of the Revo- lutionary Tribunal were embarrassed. Finally, the Convention gave the Tri- bunal power to condemn any one ac- cused, who sought to subvert t he revo- THE REDWOOD 149 lutionary power by means of an insur- rection. This gave the Tribunal the de- sired power to convict Danton and his supporters. Thereupon, Danton, Des- moulins, and twelve others were led to the guillotine on April 5, 1794. For the next four months the Jacob- ins had full sway in the Convention through the Committee of Public Safety. The number of victims of this committee became so great that a sewer had to be constructed to carry off the flow of blood. June 10, 1794, Robe- spierre caused the Convention to pass a law denying to accused persons the right to employ counsel, ordering them to be tried in masses instead of singly, and charging juries with no other law than that of their own conscience. It was the very uncertainty of who were to be the next victims of Robe- spierre ' s hate that led to his downfall. Several of the leading members of the Terror, finding that he had plotted their destruction, united against him, and decided to overthrow him before he had time to carry out his plots. On July 27, 1794, Robespierre tried to consummate the destruction of those he had proscribed. But when his satellite, St. Just, mounted the tribune, he was interrupted by Tallien and Billaud-Varenne. Robespierre at- tempted to speak, but his voice was drowned in the uproar. Tallien de- nounced Robespierre as a usurper and a tyrant and threatened to kill him. The Convention passed a decree for the arrest of Hanriot, Robespierre ' s leader of the National Guard. Barrerre caused the Convention to place itself under the protection of the armed Sec- tions. Robespierre endeavored to make him- self heard, but it was impossible. None of his former friends would listen to him. They all turned from him in dis- gust. His arrest was ordered, and the Convention decreed that he, Couthon, and St. Just should be confined in the Luxembourg Palace. But the Commune and the Jacobin clubs made one last rally, and march- ing to the palace in a mob, released him and took him to the Hotel De Ville. Hanriot caused the National Guard to point their cannon at the Convention Hall, but the members within, though terrified, renewed their decree, and outlawed Hanriot. His gunners then refused to fire, and he fell back to the Hotel De Ville. The Convention now took the offensive and attacked the Commune, outlawing the rebel leaders. The armed forces of the Sections swore to defend the Convention, and marched to the Hotel De Ville whither the armed mob of the Paris Commune had borne Robespierre and his companions. Robe- spierre was paralyzed with t error, and when the decree of outlawry was read to him and his companions, they were left alone to face it. All now deserted him, except his closest friends. They perceived that all was lost and one by one tried to de- prive themselves of life. Robespierre himself made an attempt to commit 150 THE REDWOOD suicide, but they were all foiled and executed on the following day, the 28th of July, 1794. This ended the Terror, and at the same time, the reign of the Commune of Paris. Hencefor- ward, the Convention as a governing body of all France, and not of Paris alone, ruled the country. It is interesting to note that while history generally ends the Terror with the fall of Robespierre, he was not the sole force in the revolutionary govern- ment, though on the surface it may appear so. He was the chief figure from the nature of the circumstances in which he was placed. He held him- self out at all times as the leader; he was always before the people; his doc- trine was always the same and he never deviated from it; he was con- spicuous and sincere in his convictions ; and lastly, he had gathered around him a group of intensely devoted friends who stood by him to the last, even go- ing to execution with him. He was the friend of the Commune of Paris, from the very moment he joined it, until he foresaw its inevitable collapse. He was its Master. With him, it fell. TOF f B (Stft Born on tke wings of the morning, Placed in a manger bare, Shrouded in swaddling wrapping, Lulled witk a maiden ' s prayer, Guarded by angelic choirs, Warmed by the breath of a beast, Enkindling quick sparks of love ' s fires Christ came to save e ' en the least. BEN. T. WILLIAMS QHlristmaa Sells I H, merry chime the Christmas bells That sound with glad and soothing ring : They tell us of the birth of Christ, The Prince of Peace, the Saviour King. ' Twas in the shadow of my room I strove my morning prayer to say When first their chime broke on my ear : The merry notes of Christmas day. I raised my prayer, but oh, to Thee What praise can mortal tongue impart : ' Tis but for Thee to say the word And melt the hardness of my heart. And while I prayed my thoughts went back Some nineteen hundred years and more, I saw Thee nestling in the crib, And shepherds coming to adore. I gazed on Thee with calm delight, Beheld thy sparkling eyes aglow, I saw Thy Virgin Mother fair And heard the voice of angels low : To God on high let glory be, Praise to the Virgin Mother Mild : Peace on earth to men we sing, This day is born the chosen child. C. ANTONIOLI 151 Be Straight W. Kevin Casey. of living. HARLEY laughed as the wind clipped a bit of salty spume from the crest of a rising wave and dashed it against his face. He laughed — laughed from the pure joy Young and big and clear- skinned, he stood on the deck of the Water Sprite, as she dashed aside the waves. The sky was blue, the sea was boundless — and he was happy. Vondlin scowled through the wreaths of heavy smoke that curled lazily from a long black cigar, as he glanced about the tiny cabin. Fat, frog-like and forty, this ocean trip was not at all to his taste and as he thought of terra-firma he cursed with a will, ships, voyages, guests and all such. Without, Harley burst into some rol- licking song that spoke of youth and love and springtime. Within, Vondlin, his small eyes smouldering, threw away the black cigar and with a deep curse went out upon the deck. Harley glanced over at him and the song faded from his lips. His jaw set- tled a little and his eyes hardened. Vondlin passed him — a smirking taunt upon his face. Harley drew back as if to fell him, but Vondlin reached to his back pocket, — grinned, and And above the sun poured from a blue sky upon a bluer sea. That great orb from his lofty position in the heavens gazed down upon a tiny speck in that limitless expanse of the sap- phirin Pacific. It was the little Water Sprite, trader, tramp, and trucker, which was bound from San Francisco for a small unmapped coral reef in the Southern Seas on a strange quest with a cause well worth relating. The cause? Well — let us slip back to San Francisco and gaze for a moment at the scene which occurred there some weeks previous. Ah! Here we are at last, at one of those wharves that jut, like the teeth of some great Paleozoic monster, into the emerald waters of the Western Har- bor. We board a car. Scarcely ten minutes elapse, before we get off before one of those miserable hotels, bent for all the world like a crowd of decrepit old men on the historic North Beach. We enter — to the second floor we go, (there are only two) ; we look in through a window. There kneels Jack Harley by a bed upon which lies an old man. Hush ! Do not disturb them — we shall watch from where we are. The pale brow and the large round 152 THE REDWOOD 153 beads of perspiration and the quick short gasps tell of approaching death. Our eyes blur with suspicious moist- ure, for Death is always awful. Listen — the old man is speaking. In a husky, sepulchral voice: — My lad — you hear me? I ' m ' bout gone Dark, isn ' t it Now hear — you ' re lis- tening ain ' t you? Yes, that ' s right. You — you alius was good to your ole oncle. Now listen. You see that old trunk? False bottom — all in ther ' is yours — I ' m going pretty fast — it ' s awful dark. Harkee now. I sailed this yere ship o ' life sixty years. I know what I talk ' bout. Harkee yore young, yore clean — be straight and you ' ll win out. Let us take off our hats. Death is here. Jack bends over the old man, closes the eyelids gently, and draws the sheet over the cold face. He then rises, gulps hard and brushes aside a hasty tear with a big knuckle. A distant look is in his eyes. What he is thinking of is hard to say. Perhaps of another death, — a death that tore his heart with rack- ing grief — a death that he would have died himself to prevent — the death of her whom he prized above all — his mother. Be straight. Six years have flit- ted by with hasty footsteps since she had given him the same advice. And as he thinks of that hour, when, just as the leaves were beginning to blush with the beauty of Autumn, that gentle soul fled to its Creator, the great manly tears rise to his eyes. One thought of fire surges through his brain — always to be true to that instruction. His grief overcomes him — let us leave him to his sorrow. Two weeks have stolen by. We shall now glance at another scene taking place in a small restaurant of no particular name or reputation, in the down-town district of the city. That young man sitting at the table in the far corner? Harley. The short thick-necked fellow of Latin appear- ance engaged in conversation with him? Vondlin — man-about town — time and money to spend — and snubbed by the men who matter. They talk in low quick tones. We catch the word ' document. ' Curious, we strain our ears. Yes, — from young Harley, the paper was in the chest all right. Say, do you know that right here — tap- ping his coat-pocket — I have the di- rections to a black pearl estimated to be worth near a hundred thousand? The little Frenchman ' s eyes fairly glitter — Yes, yes, go on. Well, continued Harley, after I met you the other day I set about to find from some of the crowd who knew my uncle if they had ever heard of this pearl. Well, several of them had — they called it The Nigger - — on ac- count of its color, I suppose. None of them knew of its whereabouts, how- ever — either before or after I talked to them. 154 THE REDWOOD Then the pearl really exists? ' ' No doubt of that — it ' s there and it ' s in a copper casket on a coral bed about a ship ' s depth below the water line. Wonderful! breathed the little fellow. We are distracted for the moment by an obsequious waiter. Then again: Vondlin is talking in his smooth oily voice. You need someone to finance the expedition. Well, you have the docu- ments, I have the ' rock ' , and we ' ve both spare time. Now, my proposition is — I finance, you direct — and the pearl —well, fifty-fifty. And so the bargain was made and they rose and went their respective ways — Vondlin, to lounge at the club ; Harley to study and read. The Water-Sprite has been out from land three days now. Already to a man the hands like Harley, and in the same degree hate Vondlin. The big man of the crew, a giant Swede, remarked that, Eef eet vas ' nt faor the ' Coolt ' he ' d a rung hees vat neck. The ship ' s carpenter, a canny Scot, standing near him, supplemented this complimentary remark with the state- ment that the Big bairn was woorth a toosand o ' the wee ' un. And down in the galley the Chinese cook expressed the opinion of every one on board, when he said, Him flog — debil; him Hallee — plince. Most likely he had in mind an inci- dent which occurred that very morn- ing. Yup had been cleaning Vondlin ' s room — a stuffy little hole reeking with the stale smoke of the long black cigars. Several bottles of brandy were on the table, and the Chinaman, not averse to a drop or two, poured himself out a little, as he thought no one was around. Just then it seemed to him as if a great weight had crushed in his head, and that portion of his anatomy took wings and soared into the realms of space. He came to, just in time to see Harley wrench a big poker from the flog. Both were flushed and had evidently been struggling some min- utes. With a curse the wee ' un went to the table and took a long draught of brandy, vowing much to the discomfort of the son of Confucius that he ' d have killed him if the big infant hadn ' t butted in, and if he ever caught the damned ' Chink ' drinking his brandy again he ' d shoot him on the spot. « . It is night. Above, the star-sprinkled canopy of heaven gleams — a scintillating blue. Below, the sapphire waters of the little lagoon glitter as Cynthia spreads over them a rippling sheet of gold. No sound except the SAvish, swish of the waves as they lap the vessel ' s side. She tugs gently at her anchor. And the night of the Southern Water breathes soft and warm. THE REDWOOD 155 Nature in her loveliest form — at peace. Is it so with man? On the rail of the vessel Vondlin leans. A tricky smile lurks about the corners of his mouth. He ruminates aloud : The ' Nigger ' is worth a hundred thousand — a hundred — fifty for me — fifty for him — damn him — fifty for me — a quick, silent knife — a little of this to make doubly safe, he fingers a small vial, and — a hundred thousand for me. The tang of the morning air and the refreshing snap of a brisk little breeze that stole across the lagoon, caused Harley to lean against the oars with a vigor that sent the little boat flying through the water. His other two com- panions were Vondlin, who sat facing him in the stern, the while nervously chewing the inevitable black cigar, and Yup behind him in the prow. The Water-Sprite rose some hundred yards away. The little boat was head- ing for a rock that jutted out into the placid green, not more than a quarter of a mile distant. Harley rested on the oars a moment to obtain correct bearings. First he turned his gaze toward the semi-cir- cular shore of the little bay that sloped gently upwards merging into a dark green as the coarse tropical grass and the clusters of sandal came into view. Then he saw the jutting rock. His heart leaped for joy and the blood seemed to sing in his veins. For three hundred yards from there in a line with the northern arm of the lagoon, there rested in those limpid, emerald depths — a fortune. And Yup who was, as well as a cook, an excellent diver, was to locate the exact spot where lay the Nigger . With a splutter and a splurge of bubbles a pair of coffee-colored arms followed by the familiar half-shaven head of that worthy personage, Yup himself, emerged from the rippling surface. Him casket — coppel — heavee — straight down — he gasped in the short spaces between his rasping gulps for air. Harley helped him into the boat, overwhelming him with a thousand questions about the appearance of the sought-for casket. Vondlin on the other hand remained strangely impassive, contrary to his usual manner of excessive volubility. He asked no questions, but sat in the stern, betraying not the slightest sign of interest, except now and then, an almost imperceptible lifting of the right eyebrow. In a calmer moment, Harley would have noticed this aloof- ness, but now — excited, exhilarated and exalted — he plied the bewildered Yup with a host of hurried questions. Finally, he leaned over the side of the boat in an effort to discern the chest, which was, according to Yup ' s statement, about ten feet below. He 156 THE REDWOOD concentrated his gaze on the waters, but the flickering surface, as it reflect- ed the glare of the sun, only hurt his eyes. And as he was leaning there a vague unrest stole over him. He could not tell when the strange feeling that some- thing ominous was impending began to dawn upon him. For some time he did not even wake to its realization — there was no reasoning on his part. It is hard to say what his feeling arose from — perhaps that vague at- tribute which some term the sixth sense or sub-conscious self — perhaps the sudden hush which had come over the two behind him. Whatever it was, he wheeled suddenly to see the silver flash of a drawn knife in quick descent towards him, the passion-distorted face of Vondlin behind it, and then so quickly that he could scarcely realize it, a coffee-colored body interposed it- self between him and the flashing streak of death. He started back. Suddenly his side of the boat seemed to give, and he as well as the others were thrown into the luke-warm waters of the lagoon as the little craft overturned. In one flash he saw the waters close their voracious jaws upon the body of the unfortunate Yup. Vondlin sank, but almost imme- diately reappeared, violently thrash- ing the water. The three objects now left upon the surface at the scene of the tragedy were — the boat, serenely floating keel up, Harley, perfectly at home in the water, and Vondlin struggling helpless- ly. The two latter were a small boat ' s length apart, and nearly the same dis- tance from the upturned craft. Harley began swimming with a long easy stroke, but Vondlin, still flounder- ing and growing weaker every moment, screamed frantically for help. For God ' s sake, Harley, help me — I can ' t swim a stroke. Harley paused for an instant, uncer- tain what course to pursue. It was only an instant, but it seemed to him as if in that one instant he had lived ages — eons. His whole nature cried out that he should let that man — his enemy — his would-be assassin — sink to eternal perdition. Vondlin had tried to stab him in the back, but had been frustrated by the act of the Chinese coolie — the act of which, it is said, Greater love hath no man. Why should he allow this man to live? And yet there was something else within him — something that cried out that it was wrong — opposed to the will of God. Everything before him seemed red — blood-red. He was back again in the Dawn of Creation — fighting the old, old battle — of conscience against the impulses of outraged nature. He did not even try to reason. He was being tossed back and forth as if by two pitchforks of fire. One, that he conquer himself and save the man — which was Right; the other, that he gratify himself and allow the man to perish — which was Wrong. His mind THE REDWOOD 157 seemed to be first a chaos — then a blank. Which would he do 1 There he was — poised in the water. He had only been there an instant, however, but in that short time the struggle raging within him caused the veins of his temples to stand out like huge whip-cords. His brow was knot- ted — which would he do? And then suddenly out of the chaos there flashed a message as relieving as the silvered shock of cool water on the body of a desert-worn traveler. Be straight. Somewhere out of the dim recesses of the past, these two words sprang — he did not reason whence, and they formed a mandate as firm as truth it- self. A quiet calm stole over him — for the battle against himself was over — those two words had won the day. « Vondlin ' s face was an awful purple. His eyes were distended like two great saucers. It is my head, he choked out to Harley, who was supporting him above the grim, yet smiling surface. You ' ve good in you, he mouthed. I ' m all bad. This morning — just be- fore we left the ship — I found your locker open — and every bit of food in it— don ' t touch it— I POISONED it. A sudden convulsive grasp at his heart — he never spoke again. Harley had been straight. Did he win out? Sty? %t0t Glfilit (After Anacreon) t ARK the night, and still the silence, Ceaseless pattered falling rain, As I sat within my study, In my favorite books ' domain. Whilst I read and pondered deeply, Read from books of ancient lore, Methought I heard a gentle rapping; Ah! t ' was a knock upon my door. Who was this who broke the silence, Sought me such a night and hour? Could it be some rude intruders Come to make me of their power? Who is there? I answered quickly, Why dost come at such a time, Could ' st not wait until the morrow ' s Sun in cloud-free sky will shine? Then a voice of childish treble Spake the words that struck my heart: Open, I am homeless, hungry; Prithee, bid me not depart. Pity-moved I took my lantern, Bore it quickly to the door, Opened to a little urchin Clothed in ragged garb of yore. Rosy cheeked and fair and lovely Was that stranger of the night. To my room I quickly lead him, Near the crackling fire ' s light. From his clothes I wrung the moisture, 158 THE REDWOOD 159 Warmed his hands all cold with pain, Pressed him to my breast and questioned Why he ventured in the rain. To this child my heart was warming, Who he was I fain would know, Begged him not withhold his secret From a friend who loved him so. Know you whom tonight you shelter? Spoke the child with accent bright, You will see me garbed in glory In the realms of bliss and light. Thus he spoke and then he vanished, Disappeared into the air; Gone from me, but oh! the gladness Filled my soul since he was there. Flashed the thought across my memory That it then was Christmas Eve, And the Christ Child was the stranger Who came and quickly took his leave. DEMETRIO DIAZ Picturesque Sausalito Earl D. Desmond. HAT painter or poet could imagine a more beautiful sight than that presented by Sausalito and the surround- ing country? This pictur- esque locality has been the playground of rich and poor, of artists and authors. It has furnished the set- ting for many famous stories ; it is na- ture ' s wonderland. On my first visit to this famous fairy- land, I kept constantly in mind the tales of its wondrous beauty. Being eager for a glimpse of the San Fran- cisco Bay by moonlight, I took my po- sition on the fore-deck of the ferry, and gazed on this body of placid water, famous the world over, and its sur- roundings. On the left, passing quickly to the stern, was San Francisco. Its brilliant lights setting the heavens aglow, and rising pile upon pile from the Ferry to the top of Nob Hill. On the right sparkled the myriads of fantastic lights of the East Bay Cities. Alcatraz island, the sentinel guarding the Gold- en Gate, rose directly in front, the rays of its great light streaming across the still waters, blinking a warning of its presence. Ahead, as if bidding me welcome, shone the lights of Sausalito. They glimmered and danced from the shore to the highest hill. A full California moon illuminated the entire bay, and brought into relief Angel and Buena Vista Islands. The waters of the bay sparkled, as the moonbeams danced upon them, and the numerous small boats darted to and fro. Glancing out through the Golden Gate, the broad Pacific was dimly seen in the moonlight. Arriving in Sausalito, I was directed to the automobile which would take me to my destination. We rolled along on the level ground for a few minutes, and then followed the ascent, which will live long in my memory. Up, up we went, I knew not where. In and around the hills snorted the car, and always up. The lights, which seemed so welcome from the ferry, were now few, and I wondered in the darkness when the ascent would end, and where I would end. I looked below me at the bay, which now seemed so far away, and in the darkness I felt as though the scramble up the hills would never end. Suddenly the car stopped, and the driver curtly remarked that ray ride was over. He showed me a light and said that was the house I was looking for. I alighted from my conveyance, and 160 THE REDWOOD 161 it, was then that I made up my mind that the residents of Sausalito lived like cliff-dwellers. The house I sought, or rather the light designated as the house, burned brightly some thirty yards from the road, but about forty feet higher. Among the trees and shrubbery the darkness was intense, but I gripped my satchel and grimly mounted the stone steps. On the third step I tripped, and my face came in di- rect communication with the sixth step, thereby stopping the downward trend of my body. Recovering my equilibri- iim I proceeded on my way, prepared for whatever calamity might befall me. Happily I reached the front porch with but one mishap. While trying to dis- prove the law of natural philosophy, that two bodies may not at the same time occupy the same space, the result was that the wire fence I collided with remained in its customary posi- tion, and I slipped to my knees, but like the successful rich man rose again, and scrambled up the heights to the shelter of the porch. That night the beauties of a moon- light night on San Francisco Bay were revealed to me in all their grandeur. From the house the infinite number of fantastic lights danced, gleamed and sparkled on all sides of the bay. San Francisco was outlined from its high- est hill to the shores of the bay. Oak- land, Richmond, and the East Bay Ci- ties invited the gaze of the at-once amazed, bewildered and admiring spec- tator. The ferry boats passing to and fro, the yachts and pleasure boats lying at rest in the harbor, small boats darting hither and thither, the islands resplend- ant in the moonlight, the illuminating Alcatraz shedding its warning light to the craft, furnished a moonlight scene sufficient to awe the most fastidious seeker of romance. My wonder at the beautiful picture nature could sketch with the aid of moonlight and a broad expanse of water was increased the next day when I gazed hungrily on the same sight in the day-light. The islands were there, the small and large boats were there, the cities of San Francisco, Oakland, Richmond and the others were there, but in a dif- ferent garb. Over head the California sun shone brightly from a blue Cali- fornia sky, the bay was calm, and its placid waters were only disturbed by the wind. Sailing yachts and motor boats carried pleasure-seekers on their Sunday outings. The ferry boats glid- ed swiftly and silently over the water, leaving in their wake a foamy path. A coasting vessel, its steel sides brown from the ocean ' s foam, steamed serene- ly across the bay to Angel Island and quarantine. Its stately flight was marked by a silvery wave which sparkled brilliantly in the morning sun. It is little wonder that artists and authors seek Marin County for their residence. What prettier scenery could they desire for local color? What 162 THE REDWOOD greater inspiration could they get than is offered in this fairyland? Here in- deed is the natural workshop of the artist. A walk about the hills of Sausalito recalls tales of the cliff-dwellers of old. High above the road will be seen a beautiful home, surrounded by a gar- den untrained by the hand of man, ap- proached by steps and walks winding about the hill. As the awe-struck stranger rolls along the lanes, shaded by great oaks, he comes upon new won- ders at every turn. Here is a garden of beautiful flowers surrounded by an ex- pansive lawn, in the center a rustic cot- tage. Here can be seen the tiled roof of a mansion, around which has been planted a spacious lawn, and garden. Nature has done the rest, and insured to the occupant absolute privacy. A sudden turn in the road disclosed to the eye a magnificent panorama of Richardson ' s Bay and the surrounding hills. This bay is really part of San Francisco Bay, but is a cosy cove, where fishing and pleasure craft can rest, formed by the land upon which Sausalito is situated jutting into the larger body of water, and by the pro- trusion of another peninsula on the north upon which is Belvedere. Gazing across this tranquil water, the range of vision includes Belvedere, the residence of millionaires, Mount Tam- alpais with the blazed trail of its rail- road winding around its sides like a huge bow of many knots, and on the top The Tavern, with Mill Valley cud- dled at the foot of the motherly old mount amid its forests of mighty Red- wood. The green pines with which the hills are covered, show in many colors as the setting sun casts its red glow over the sky. As the hills, growing from the smallest at the water ' s edge, to the highest in the rear like steps leading to the sky, change from green to blue, to black the sun sets in the west, and the bewildered spectator of this work of nature raises his eyes to heaven in thanksgiving to God for the play- ground He has placed at the disposal of man. The Cure ' s Christmas Prayer L. Louis Gairaud. HE tramp of marching ' feet, of the wagon ' s wheel upon their mark, and the crunch the rattle and roar of rifle fire, the whine of the bul- lets, the thud as they met the stones of the road were dwindling into silence. The first faint darken- ing of the brilliant sunset was already showing. The valley ' s floor was grad- ually losing its distinctness and the shadows of the night were creeping up the distant slopes of the hills, until the last lingering finger of light upon the highest summit faded. All was still, save for the occasional spat of a rifle as some skulking soldier took a last spiteful chance at the foe. The opposing armies were very near. Their trenches wound across the valley like a great white scar upon the earth. Down in the valley, between the armies, battle-scarred and weather-beaten, stood the ruins of what was once the village chapel. The old stone building, though its roof was gone and its win- dows shattered, stood like a warning sentinel to the warring hosts. The fighting had surged around it, now back, now forward, but always it re- mained substantially intact. In the dim twilight, as the armies rested from their day ' s carnage, Cure Pierre came from his shelter within the building and made ready for the evening ' s work. Entering the chapel, and walking up the debris-strewn aisle, he looked about him at the ruins of his once beautiful church. Gone were the decorations, the roof and the windows 3 and most of the statues, but the altar and the cru- cifix still remained miraculously un- scathed. No more did his parishioners, young and old, come to daily mass. The young were trying to kill each other, and the old had fled from the War-Demon ' s path. No more did the glad sound of the children ' s voices cheer the air. All was quiet. Solitude and desolation reigned supreme. He knelt, and with hands outstretch- ed towards the crucifix, prayed with an earnestness that only great disas- ter stirs in the hearts of men. Oh, Lord God! Stop this awful car- nage raging between the nations of the world. Put an end to this useless strug- gle, this killing and maiming, and send- ing of men to certain death like so many sheep led to the slaughter. Where is Thy Mercy? Hast Thou for- saken us? Put into the hearts of men 163 164 THE REDWOOD the desire for peace, and root out this fearful lust for blood. ' ' He drifted into reverie, and saw in fancy the day of days dawn for the warring nations, the day of peace. He saw the sovereigns of the poor, war- torn countries of Europe sign the peace pact on Christmas day, and extend the hand of brotherhood once more, their differences forgotten. Ah! it was too vivid. Suddenly there came the screech of a huge shell speeding on its mission of death. He awoke from his reverie, startled. The dark night was rent Avith the spiteful lurid flashes from the guns, and the air was torn with the moaning and whining of the shells. Far behind the trenches could be seen the belching tongues of flame flash from the huge howitzers as they endeavored to obtain the range of their opponents. The Cure came to the door of the church and looked out upon the scene. To him, it was not a new sight. He had witnessed it many, many times be- fore, and knew that it was but the pre- lude to a big infantry rush in which thousands would fall, He became sad- dened as the portent of the duel crept into his mind. There would be fight- ing on Christmas Day ! It was Christ- mas Eve, and already the beginning of the morrow ' s slaughter was under way. He sighed, and was about to turn back into the chapel when he heard the sound of approac hing feet. A chal- lenge rang out, the muttered password was given, and the party proceeded. They came directly to the chapel, and halted. In the obscurity there appear- ed to be about a dozen soldiers, several officers. What can this mean? the Cure asked himself as he cautiously drew back into the angle formed by the wall. Why do these officers come here at this hour? But wait, there is a movement among the soldiers. Look around the place and see if you can find anyone, a voice bruskly commanded. There was a shuffling and tramping of feet in many directions. The offi- cers, preceded by several soldiers, en- tered the chapel. Evidently they did not know, or did not care, that it was the House of God, for they neither re- moved their caps, nor lowered their voices. One by one the soldiers reported that no one could be found. The Cure, not wishing to be thought an eavesdropper, announced his pres- ence by appearing from his corner. What do you wish in this place? he asked. Do you not know that this is the House of God? The sound of his voice startled the visitors. They wheeled around and stared. What are you doing here? they asked. I am here about my Father ' s busi- ness, he replied. They seemed nonplussed for the mo- ment, then suddenly understood. THE REDWOOD 165 Are you Cure Pierre? one of them asked. Yes, I am he, replied the Cure. You are the very person we are looking for, the officer said, I am Captain Moreau, and these are General Cartier and Colonel Guignan. ' ' I am pleased to meet you, gentle- men, hut why do you honor me with this visit? Mon. Cure, we would like to have some information, — while unimportant in itself, may lead to great results cou- pled with other information we pos- sess, — information which we know you possess relative to certain plans of the enemy made known to you by a dying enemy soldier, whom you were attend- ing last week. One of our men was ly- ing near you, and overheard a part of the story told you by the dying offi- cer. But this soldier became uncon- scious before the most important part of the story was reached, and conse- quently does not remember that part. He told the attendants in the hospital later, and the story was brought to us. So you know our errand here, Mon- sieur. ' ' But, gentlemen, I cannot give you this information, protested the Cure. ' ' I gave my solemn word not to divulge his secret until after the war is over. His secret will be of no use after the war, said Colonel Guignan, and it could be of use to us now. ' ' That I cannot help, replied the Cure. ' ' I am powerless to aid you. ' ' Then think of your country, cried the Colonel. If you do not give us these plans your country will be in grave danger, while if we had them it might mean a great victory for us, and possibly the end of the war. The End of the War, murmured the Cure. Yes, responded all the others in unison, as they thought they saw him waver. The Cure was indeed hesitating. His face wore a troubled look and his hands clenched tightly. His face grew grave, and it seemed as if he had come to a conclusion. The officers were quick to see the advantage, and they pressed him with offers and arguments. But still the Cure remained undeter- mined. At length he spoke. Will you give me time to think over this matter, gentlemen? he asked. Why, surely, they replied. You may keep your guard to see that I don ' t try to escape, if you wish. ' ' We do not think there is any need of that, Monsieur, replied the officers. The officers retired from the chapel and joined their men outside. The Cure knelt down at the altar rail and commenced to pray earnestly. The phantom of what might be, if he yielded to the entreaties of the offi- cers flashed across his mind. He saw himself a great man, the head of one of the richest parishes in one of the lar- gest cities of the land ; a man looked up to and admired as one of the leading 166 THE REDWOOD spirits of the country; as one of the men who had helped to save the coun- try from ruin. He saw himself replete with riches and glory, and able to com- mand anything he wished. On the other hand, he felt that he could not thus betray his honor. He had given his word to a dying man, and he could not break it. But again the vision of the contented people working their fields once more, of the busy foctary ' s hum and the gen- eral resumption of brotherly feeling among all nations, harassed and tempt- ed him to yield. The End of the War ! That was his heart ' s desire. And that he might be the cause of ending it ! What a triumph that would be ! A fresh outbreak of the batteries in- terrupted his meditation. The thunder of the shells as they burst was deafen- ing. The lightning-like flashes of light momentraily lit up the chapel, outlining everything glaringly, then leaving inky blackness in their wake. The Cure was still undecided. With bowed head and silent prayer he en- treated the Most High for guidance. It was true that he wanted the war to end, if possible, by Christmas. Now it was in his power to stop it, but was that power sufficient? Would it ena- ble him to lighten the miseries of the people? Was this secret of such mag- nitude as to really put an end to the war? He began to doubt. And with his doubting came determination. Rising to his feet, he turned and walked slowly down the aisle towards the entrance. The officers heard him coming and advanced to meet him. Well, have you come to a decision, Monsieur Le Cure ? ' ' asked the Colonel. Yes, gentlemen, replied the Cure, I have. Something in the tone of his voice warned them that all was not as they wished. Then tell us your decision, com- manded the Captain. Gentlemen, began the Cure, this is the eve of Christmas, and all should be peaceful instead of this carnage. I want the war to end just as much as you do; you, for your country ' s glory, and I, for its glory and the happiness of mankind. Torn between my love for our country and my word of honor, 1 did not know whether or not to give these plans to you. It seemed as though it was my duty to convey this knowl- edge to you, but my Word stood be- tween. If these plans were absolutely necessary to the end of the war I would be obliged to give them to you, notwithstanding my word of honor. But your own words show that you do not know whether they would result in such a manner, that they would only be useful in connection with such knowledge as you now have or which you will obtain. Such a possibility does not look as though the help of this in- formation could end the war. It was not the dream of riches that might come if such a possibility did happen, that impelled me the most, but the thought of being of service to my THE REDWOOD 167 fellow creatures by bringing peace to them once more. - The thought of peace on earth was tempting. But, gentle- men, I would not be helping my fellow men by giving you what little I know of the plans of the enemy. On the con- trary, I would be leading into slaugh- ter on Christmas Day countless thous- ands of those whom I am trying to save. Then you admit that there is to be an offensive launched against us on Christmas Day? snapped Captain Mo- reau. I admit nothing of the sort, re- torted the Cure, what I intended was that I would be leading many of my countrymen into certain death in an endeavor to circumvent the plans I would have given you. Instead of slaughter tomorrow we shall have peace, if it needs be for one day. Will you not see that it shall be so, gentle- men? If possible, Monsieur, replied the officers. The officers conversed in a low tone among themselves for a moment. Then Captain Moreau spoke. Mon Cure, we most humbly beg your pardon for any harsh language used this evening, but we were commis- sioned to obtain this information, and we must obey our superior, even as you obey God. We admit that we did not know the present value of any infor- mation you possess, but we thought that it might prove of some consequence if you would tell us. At any rate, we are prepared for anything that might happen. So once more, we beg your pardon. Most certainly, my friends, re- sponded the Cure. Out into the darkness went the offi- cers, and as the tramp of marching feet died away into the silence of the night, the Cure stood at the entrance of his ruined chapel watching the dim out- lines of the retreating figures. The night waned. It was nearing midnight. The big guns still boomed far away in their hiding places, and the shells still screamed their meteor flight across the heavens. At the entrance the Cure was still standing. His lips moved silently. He was praying. The hour of midnight drew closer and closer. Down to his knees he slipped, praying and praying. Far in the distance the sentinel cry came. It was the hour of midnight ! It was Christmas day The Cure stopped his prayer and eagerly scanned the hea- vens as though watching for the flight of the Angels presaging the Coming of the Lord. Ah! yes, it ' s true, he murmured half silently, it is true My prayer is heard ! ' ' For, even as the watch-cry of the sentries ceased, the booming of the guns and the screech of the shells was silent. Peace on Earth and Good Will to All Men at least would reign for one day. Safe §HROUGH tKe realms of joy and sorrow Each must take Kis destined way, « Ever yearning for tomorrow, Ever finding but today. Some witk thoughts that pierce the heavens, Some with minds that cling to earth ; Favored some, disfavored others, By the accident of birth. Those with crown and scepter dowered Lord it o ' er a proud domain, In the lap of plenty nurtured, Proud of ancestry and name. Those in Poverty ' s harsh thraldom, Bound to live by irksome toil, In the sweat of barren labor, Eke a pittance from the soil. Fashioned these by grace and beauty To entrance the artist ' s brain ; Rudley cast by careless Mature, These but stir up his disdain. Is it justice ? Ah ! the lesson That we find so hard to learn, When our burdens press us earthward, And the flames of Envy burn. All are vain — wealth, power and beauty, These no value true impart To our lives ; God values only The uprightness of our heart. J. R. 168 PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER - REVIEWS UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER J CHARLES MURPHY - CLARENCE K. CANELO WILLIAM MULDOON LOUIS A. BERGNA EDWARD L. NICHOLSON R. CRAIG HOWARD JAMES R. ENRIGHT LOUIS T. MILBURN f M. V. MERLE ■ A.T. LEONARD I G. A. NICHOLSON EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. SO a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL An Old, Old Story Pierre and Hans live on the borderland and they are neighbors. This evening they both stand watching the yellow plumes of the burning sun and the snow white clouds shot with gold. Neither perceives the other, though they are quite near one another, for the eyesight grows dim under the weary burden of years. The thoughts of the two peasants are far away — in the trenches. For the pride of Pierre ' s home shoulders a musket under the fluttering tri-color and removes his blood-stained helmet when the stirring strains of the Marsellaise urge the sons of France to battle. And Hans, the son, carries a German saber and marches forward to the strains of Der Wacht Am Rhine. 169 170 THE REDWOOD In the hushed stillness each old man remembers that it is Christmas eve. Hans looks about him and his dim eyes rest on the ancient form of Pierre turn- ed towards the setting sun. He speaks but lamely in the language of the French court but to make himself understood is not impossible. Pierre, though we are foes we have a common trial. ' ' It is a beautiful evening. Yes, and both our lads so far away this Christmas night, perhaps one slays the other now. It is a bitter, bitter thing, and Pierre shakes his head slowly. Then each goes his way and next morning Pierre finds on his doorstep three well- kneaded loaves of German rye bread and a roasted fowl; and Hans awakes to behold on the window ledge a piece of delicately woven French lace. O. Henry has written a story called The Gifts of the Magi . The girl in the case had hair most beautiful and the man whom she had married prided himself on a priceless watch, an heir- loom in his family. When the Yule tide logs burned in the fireplace of the rich, the girl-wife sold her locks to a hair-dresser to obtain the means to pur- chase the man a costly watch-fob ; while he, to procure money to buy her an amber comb for a present sold the time-piece he prized so highly. On Christmas morning both were unduly surprised, but the genial author pauses to remark that when the three wise men came from the East with balsam and myrrh it was gifts such as these that they brought. And looking at Pierre and Hans is it not true that gifts such as theirs were gifts beyond price ? And as each sat in his lonely cabin did not he possess the spirit of Christmas ? And what was the song, deep and grand, that each heard that Christmas day? Perhaps it was the still, sad music of humanity that came to the weary ears of the two old men, or perhaps it was the strong, ten- der notes of some ethereal organ swell- ing through the portals of the sky. Famous Victory Why, that I cannot tell, said he. But ' twas a famous victory. Famous victory is the right ex- pression to use, and all who saw that Santa Clara backfield flash across Ew- ing Field and all who looked down on that fighting pack of forwards beheld a sight which will not soon fade from memory. It was the fifteen on the field plus teamwork plus Charlie Aus- tin that won the game for Santa Clara. It was probably the best exhibition of rugby that has yet been displayed by two Pacific Coast teams, with Santa Clara superior in every department and Stanford fighting gamely during the entire eighty minutes of play. The Red and White warriors play- ed over their heads in their first vic- torious big game. Every individual man was a star and in spite of the fact THE REDWOOD 171 that Diaz was out early in the game, which necessitated the switching of Scholz to halfback and Berndt to wing, the backfield worked to perfection and the passing rushes were irresistible. As Danny Carroll said in his write-up, The Santa Clara backfield played with an abandon that was good to see. But while we are whooping it up for the Eed and White we must not forget the Stanford fifteen and the Stanford rooters who put up such a stubborn up- hill battle. Even towards the end of the second half the Cardinals threaten- ed danger and showed that they were not quite all in at the finish by trying to capture the ball. As the sun cast his rays over the cross on Lone Mountain he beheld the football field swarming with the legions of Santa Clara yelling madly. But even in defeat Stanford yelled and sang right lustily and showed thereby that she knows how to lose as well as how to win. The Stanford spirit is right. J. Chas. Murphy. The Ignatian From San Francisco comes the Ignatian. Al- though we note an add on the back cover, the absence of ad- vertisements from the front of the book altogether overbalances this default. Looking at your contents page we see that you have sixteen numbers and this speaks well for your moderator and staff. The cut of your editorial staff is one of the neatest that we have seen in any magazine. Your poetry is excellent, but we think that ' ' The River of Life ' ' should be far towards the front of the book. To a New Born Babe also caught our eye and fancy. The prose in The Ignatian is equally deserving of praise. Are the Filipinos Educated? shows a knowledge and command of the subject. ' ' The Fugitive ' ' , a well written story of the north, has a lot of color and somewhat of atmosphere. The departments of The Ignatian are well handled — the book throughout, has a clean, orderly appearance, and we hope to see you again, soon, Ignatian. The Academia With pleasure we note the coming of the Aca- demia. Accompanying the Exchanges I note the extracts from the many compliments paid the Acade- mia during the past year, and especial- ly that of my predecessor on the Red- wood staff. Not being of such a sen- timental turn of mind I cannot, I am afraid, exhibit the chivalry shown by him to the fair Academia and her staff. Your departments are well handled and your joke columns are well stocked with brevity which is the soul of wit. Your poetry is good with the Pow- er of the Rosary ranking first in our minds. You should have more prose that is interesting to outsiders; though we must grant that a college magazine should chronicle college events. We have spoken only of your poorer points, Academia, as the space is far too brief to speak of your good points as 172 THE REDWOOD 173 well, so we have picked the lesser of the two. _,, _ . Before going further, . 1.1 Canisius, Ave dislike the sms Monthly  ..,,! .: ,.  tact that a variation or advertisements greets our eyes upon first opening your cover. You do your- self an injustice in allowing that, for your reading matter ranks amongst that of our best Exchanges. Your opening poem is excellent and a beautiful simile. As we like to skip about in a maga- zine until something catches our eye, we next note that your departments are very well handled, especially the Alumni Notes, which seem to us to be very fully handled. Patches , a storyette, is light and well told. Reparation contains a sort of phi- losophy that is always acceptable. Highlander is well written with a quaint, pretty meter. Though we have not mentioned all of your stories, essays and poems, we do not pick those we have mentioned as being better than those which we have not. From Spokane comes Gonzaga the Gonzaga with its usual dignified appear- ance. The opening poem, Autumn , is very good and takes the reader from summer to the winter rains in a very realistic manner. Modern Zoophily , is very well written, though we see beneath the title that it is communicated from an out- sider. Looking on through the book we note that the poetry in this number is a display of great ability in verse-writ- ing, and many people judge a college publication by its verse. Not to detract from our praise of A Lady ' s Veil , in the body of the story we note what we hope is a typo- graphical error, because to leave such a statement as the maid begun , un- corrected speaks poorly of the proof- reader. America and Foreign Missions , underscored as an appeal, is well thought out and equally well written, but the appeal is too long withheld. Three Months With Uncle Sam is very interesting and portrays a young fellow ' s life as well as life on the bor- der,- in a very realistic manner. The Land of the Southern Cross , and Ambition , are both interesting pieces. In the author of The Land of the Southern Cross we see a coming biographer, and in Ambition we note the earmarks of a philosopher. The Gonzaga on the whole in all par- ticulars impressed us very favorably. _ The Georgetown Col- -, „ T , lege Journal, as solid Coll. Journal , . . , , and imposing and sta- ble as the grand old institution which it represents, came to us for the month of November. Its verse is quite good. 174 THE REDWOOD its essays better, being the ideal type of what many a college essay ought to be, namely the thoughts of the writer him- self, and not thoughts garnered from the dusty tomes of some long since for- gotten writer. But what we did miss was a little fiction; not a story was to be found. Has the autumnal frost nip- ped the wings of fancy in Georgetown? There is one department we have al- ways admired in the Georgetown Jour- nal, and that we have admired as far back as we recall having read college magazines, and that is the Exchange Department. Its editor always seems possessed of real literary taste. But among the Alumni notes we feel we must take exception to part of a letter of One of Georgetown ' s old boys , Mr. Don Carlos Ellis, who wrote to the Journal giving his impressions of California and its Missions. He says in part: In these Missions, the Church in California has a most noble heritage of which its members do not seem ade- quately proud or even well informed. The traveler has difficulty in learning about the Missions and their wherea- bouts even from Catholics. Therein lies a suggestion for the graduates of our Catholic Colleges in the Golden State, from which might be developed yet an- other great attraction to a lovely state and an honor to the faith. We have there indeed a sad picture, and one over which we might weep huge tears were it true ; but thank the Lord it is quite overdrawn. Much indeed has been done by Catholics of Califor- nia for their beloved Missions, and no treasure do they esteem higher, Mr. El- lis to the contrary notwithstanding. The Knights of Columbus alone have done great work in the restoration of several of the Missions, notably that of Carmel and Mission San Jose. The RedAvood too, has devoted pages in issue after issue in treating some phase of the history of our Missions; great funds have been contributed to the Land Mark fund, to say nothing of the yearly pilgrimages of the Y. M. I. to the Missions near the vicinity of each council. Has Mr. Ellis ever traveled over the El Camino Real, (the Kings Highway), the old road that connects all the Mis- sions from San Diego to Solano, a dis- tance of nearly seven hundred miles, a road for which millions have been ap- ' propriated until motorists tell us it is second to none in the land 1 If Mr. El- lis has traveled over even twenty-five miles of that road he could not but see the bells marking every turn in the road noting how far it is to the nearest Mission in each direction. And as for finding out the whereabouts of the Missions, no task is easier. But the most unkindest cut of all is the accusa- tion that we are not sufficiently proud of our heritage. There is a play enti- tled the Mission Play of California , written by John Steven McGroarty. It was staged in a specially constructed theatre across from the Mission of San Gabriel near Los Angeles. It ran for a thousand performances, and now, at the THE REDWOOD 175 request of thousands, is on its way east. We sincerely hope that many of our friends at Georgetown will see it; it is unquestionably the greatest thing on the American stage at present. See the Mission Play of California , then you will know why we value our heritage of the Missions so highly. Edward L. Nicholson. A ottg flf % Ntgtjt In the purple heart of the pulsing night A violin softly sobbed, As it told of sin-hard Hebrew hearts Who their God of a shelter robbed. A new scene broke ; then its sobbing changed To the song of a Mother ' s love Who watched and prayed on an Eastern hill With the sentry -star above. Behold ! the night is choked with light From the bosom of heaven torn ; And the heart of the violin bursts with joy, For the great Christ-child is born. W. KEVIN CASEY Hninersiiy Notes R November 23d, the mer- chants of Santa Clara tendered a banquet to the football team. After the big eats several members of the student body rendered musical selections. Speeches were made by Judge Thompson, represent- ing the merchants of Santa Clara, and Chauncey Tramutola. Fr. Sullivan out- lined plans for forming an S. C. society, after which he distributed block sweat- ers to Howell, Muldoon, Don, Fowler, LeBerveau, Conners, Berndt and Mel- half, a pitcher on last year ' s baseball team. Sweaters with four stars were awarded Scholz, Coschina, and Curtin, for having played four years on the Varsity football team. Four dozen red and white carnations were sent to Dumpy Diaz by the merchants. Sanctuary Society The most important event of the scholastic year for the St. John Berchman Sanctuary Society took place on Sunday, December 10th, when the candidates were solemnly received into the society. In the morning all the members were present on the altar when the Mass for dead members was celebrated in the chapel. In the evening after the reception all retired to the refectory where a ban- quet was served. Speeches were made by the Director, Fr. Whelan, Joe Aur- reocoehea and G. Morley Desmond. A very enjoyable evening was spent. Among the recent alter- Alterations ations none is deserving of more mention than the basketball court. One of the great- est wants that has been remedied are the bleachers that have been erected on the east side of the court. They ex- tend over the tennis court and are en- tirely enclosed. The baskets have also been moved so as to be clear of the walls. Student At the last Student Body Body meeting the only Meeting business transacted was the reading of the proposed constitu- tion. There were objections to several of the articles, so they will be rewritten. The constitution will be adopted at the next meeting. 176 THE REDWOOD 177 The Senate has been Senate maintaining a fast pace during the whole of this semester. The last meeting was in the form of a discussion of the Senate ban- quet to be held at the Vendome after the Christmas holidays. The debate was dispensed with. The former meet- ing was a live one and the question un- der discussion was the Single Tax Amendment which was defeated at the recent election. The affirmative was represented by Senator Desmond and Senator Muldoon and the negative was upheld by Senator Nicholson and Sen- ator Johnson. Many distinguished vis- itors have been the guests of the Sen- ate during the present term and the Senate is prospering as it has never prospered before. Next year the House will come back stronger than ever, then, Senators, be- ware ! ._ , With the Christmas va- Houseof ,. , n ,. 1L . . . cation almost upon us Philhistonans ,, n , the House may bespeak for itself a most successful semester. The members have all been alive to their duties and responsibilities and as a result a keen interest and enthusiasm has been aroused. Among the many interesting questions that have been de- bated during the past month are : Wo- man suffrage, the abolishment of cap- ital punishment, and the six-year term for president. No little credit for the success of the House can be given to our speaker, the Rev. Nicholas P. Bell, S. J., who has, from the start taken an active interest in the welfare of the organization. The Junior Dramatic J. D. S. Society held its first public debate on Nov. 25th, when it met the Junior Philhis- torian Debating Society of the Univer- sity of St. Ignatius. It was an inter- scholastic debate, as the societies are recruited from the high school depart- ments of both institutions. The subject, Resolved: That the Government of the United States should own and operate the Railroads of the United States. The St. Ignatians defended the af- firmative side, and were represented by William Sweigart, Alvin Burford and Edward Fitzpatrick. The J. D. S. was upheld by Edwin Heafey, Leo Hickey and Francis Damral. Each speaker was allowed fifteen minutes with an extra five minutes for rebuttal for the first affirmative. The judges of the debate were Judge Thompson of Santa Clara, Mr. Town- send, the Principal of Santa Clara High School, and Rev. Brother Adam, the Principal of St. Joseph ' s School. The decision was awarded to the af- firmative side after a very interesting and really eloquent debate. In fact the writer has never heard a better inter- scholastic debate, but has been present at many intercollegiate debates that were much inferior. Nothing but the highest praise is due to all the debaters, 178 THE REDWOOD as well for the deep reading they had debate was, a final summing up of the of the subject, as for the truly eloauent points awarded by the judges showed way in which they delivered their a total of 796 points in favor of St. Ig- speeches, answered questions put to natius, against 790 of the J. D. S. men. them on the floor and refuted objec- A return debate will be held in the tions of their adversaries. spring in San Francisco. To show how exceedingly close the R. Craig Howard. ®Ijj Auto J£ao Straight into the curve the huge monster had sped — Like the flask of the lightning down the straightway fled ; Roaring its drone in a hot, gleaming breath. With the speed of a demon, lightly laughing at death. Behind! — Now ahead! — by the length of a wheel — Plunging and rocking with sickening reel ! Now it forges ahead with a rush and a roar, And projectile-like hurls itself madly before — Wildly it flees through the dust-heavy air, Powerful, insensate — to do and to dare ! Blindingly swift, a tornado of might, Hurtling, careening, uncontrolled in its flight ! To win ! is the thought in the driver ' s mad brain, As another huge monster he passes again. Now abreast of the leader at the last of the grind — To win ! the one thought that benumbs his crazed mind. Scarce fleeter the missile propelled by a gun — To win! Slide- Crash!- Chaos ! but the great race was won. JAMES R. ENRIGHT Bob Fitzgerald is interested ' 06 in land schemes with offices in the Merchant ' s National Bank Building, in San Francisco. Of all the Alumni who have ' 06 brought honor to Santa Clara, and who have given their time and talent to their Alma Mater Martin V. Merle stands out con- spicuously. He attended Santa Clara for three and a half years. In 1903, as a student, he directed the production of The Passion Play . In 1904 he pro- duced Henry Garnet, S. J. written by Rev. Dennis J. Kavanagh, S. J. In 1905 Martin wrote and staged The Light Eternal , a play of the early days of Christianity. It met with mar- velous success, and after several pro- ductions it was rewritten for the pro- fessional stage by the author at the ex- press wish of Rev. Father Robert Ken- na, President of Santa Clara at the time. When the big quake came along in the unforgetable ' year of 1906 Mr. Merle was engaged in the preparation of the third production of the Passion Play ; but, owing to conditions that prevailed that year everything had to be abandoned. However nothing daunted Mr. Merle returned to College the following year, and put over The Passion Play . The realiy great work of Mr. Merle ' s life, and for which we are most in- debted to him is the Mission Play of Santa Clara . It was Father Kenna again who some years ago suggested the idea to Martin, and in 1912 it was written and produced the following year. Many say it was the grandest thing that they ever witnessed on the stage. It is the fond hope of all that it will shortly again be produced at Santa Clara. For it is Santa Clara ' s play, written for her and dedicated to ber. Among the other one-act productions of Mr. Merle ' s student days are The Prairie Judgement , The Kid , and the Cardinal ' s Prisoner . At pres- 179 180 THE REDWOOD ent Mr. Merle has taken to writing sce- narios, and has again met with suc- cess ; for it seems that the Movies have taken to Mr. Merle, as have all who have ever come in contact with the kind, true and genial Martin V. Merle. Santa Clara is proud of him. ' 08 We learn that Dr. Anthony B. Diepenbrock ' 08, former- ly Editor of the Redwood is at present First Lieutenant in the Medical Corps of the Second California Regiment. Lawrence Pernsworth, ex- ' 09 ' 09, at one time Editor of Mr. Charles D. South ' s College Press, a magazine for cir- culation among the students, is at Los Angeles with the Oregon troops. 10 Louis O ' Neil is in Idaho looking after his father ' s sheep ranch. Conspicuous among those of ' 10 the Alumni who have ever taken a sincere and abiding interest in the Redwood is Mr. Alex- ander T. Leonard, Secretary of the Class of ' 10. Since 1908 has he been connected with the Redwood , and ever since that time has he furnished us with information concerning the old boys . Mr. Leonard more than deserves a vote of thanks. November 22, 1916. Rev. N. P. Bell, Director of Redwood, Univ of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, Cal. Dear Father Bell : Although I have not had the pleas- ure of forming your acquaintance, nev- ertheless the fact does not prevent me from communicating with you, my failure to do so long before this, is what troubles me, on a subject which shares our common interest, Santa Clara; in particular the decision of the Red- wood to act as official medium of communication, between the student body, former students and alumni. The only thing necessary to make absolute success for the Redwood was to lay particular stress on the alumni feature ; for everyone knows that she has not only attained, but maintained an excel- lent standard along literary lines. Well do I remember, in the many years spent at Santa Clara, how I searched each edition of the Red- wood , for news concerning the fellows that had gone, anxious to know how and where they were and what was oc- cupying their time. Now, likewise, it interests me to read of the events going on at school and in the meantime read about my classmates and chums. There- fore I congratulate you on the splendid beginning you made at the very outset in the recent issue. That all may as- sist and encourage you, is my sincere wish. Realizing that it is easy to talk, it occurred to me that the following may THE REDWOOD 181 be of some interest, possibly worthy of your Alumni section: We, the former Santa Clarans, are going to form a club that will include Los Angeles and vicin- ity. Membership will be extended to past students as well as alumni. It is our purpose to promote and encourage athletics, as well as social events, in fact we aim to become a real live-wire in Southern California. We have more men here than you realize, who at some time or another attended Santa Clara. Before closing allow me to state, that, if at any time you feel that I might be of some assistance, do not hesitate in calling upon me, and rest assured I will be only too glad to volunteer, believe me, Yours very truly, C. M. CASTRUCCIO 13. Jas. Enright. SANTA CLARA ' S WONDERFUL RECORD— 1916. Sept. 10, Santa Clara 54, Barbarians 0. Sept. 17, Santa Clara 18, Olympics 0. Sept. 24, Santa Clara 43, St. Ignatius 0. Oct. 1, Santa Clara 12, Olympics 0. Oct. 8, Santa Clara 27, Palo Alto 0. . Oct. 15, Santa Clara 30, Olympics 0. Oct. 22, Santa Clara 34, Palo Alto 3. Oct. 29, Santa Clara 24, Olympics 5. Nov. 5, Santa Clara 48, Barbarians 0. Nov. 11, Santa Clara 28, Stanford 5. Santa Clara ' s total points, 310. Opponents ' total points, 13. THE BIG GAME. Promptly at three o ' clock, Referee Elliott blew his whistle, and both teams took their positions ready to de- fend their goal lines. The greatest in- tercollegiate Rugby contest of the United States was now in progress, while among the Alumni and Student Bodies, pandemonium, call it, reigned supreme. Templeton kicked off to Fitzpatrick who received the ball, and found touch on the Santa Clara forty yard line. Loose rucks and scrimmages occurred, while the Santa Clara forwards, head- ed by John Muldoon, Don, Curtin, and Hickey brought play to the fifty yard line. From a scrum, Lachmund of Stanford received the ball and swerved his way over the Santa Clara line for a try. Templeton converted. Confident of overcoming this lead, the wearers of the Red and White kicked off and starting to play real Rugby, quickly had Stanford on the de- fensive. At this point of the game, Diaz received the ball and ran through a scattered field. On being tackled, he passed to Milburn, who was forced out on the thirty yard line. When the ex- citement was quelled, it was learned that our star half-back, Diaz, was so in- jured as to be unable to take part any longer in the game. Coach Austin used Scholz at half, and placed Berndt on right wing. From a line-out Howell and W. Muldoon started a passing rush in which the ball was handled by Cur- tin, Scholz, J. Muldoon, Berndt, Fitz- patrick, Le Bourveau, W. Muldoon and Fowler, the latter scoring. This play was considered the best piece of team- 182 V, M- ' ■ ' ' ■A . t. 9hM:A Hickey J. Muldoon O ' Neil Don Cochina Curtin Howell Winston Palmtag W. Muldoon Korte Diaz Bensberg Wassum Fitzpa trick Scholz Connors Le Bourveau Fowler Berndt McKechnie THE REDWOOD 183 work ever seen in California. The Santa Clara bleachers went wild with joy. From a drop-out Bensberg found touch on the Stanford forty yard line. Here Murray, Pettingill and Sample of Stanford, dribbled the ball to the Santa Clara forty-five yard line. From a ruck, Curtin received the ball and scored. Score — Santa Clara 6, Stanford 5. The superiority of the onward rushes of the Mission team was evident, while the Stanford team was nearly powerless in checking the onslaught. Again, Don, Curtin, and John Muldoon did some wonderful dribbling, while Bensberg ' s long kicks brought play in- to Stanford territory. Here Coschina kicked the ball to Milburn, who scored. During the next fifteen minutes, both teams played a hard and consist- ant game. The play surged up and down the field, with the scrums bat- tling for the possession of the ball. Winston, Curtin, W. Muldoon, Scholz, Bensberg, and Fowler were conspicu- ous, while Lachmund, Pettingill, and Wilkins succeeded best for Stanford. Fitzpatrick, Hickey, Korte, Curtin, and John Muldoon, then advanced the ball into Stanford territory. From a line-out, Berndt kicked into the loose. Winston caught the ball and added the fourth score. From a difficult angle, Bensberg failed to convert. Half time found play at midfield. In the second half, Fitzpatrick of Santa Clara kicked off, Templeton re- turning the ball to Le Bourveau, who made a beautiful kick for a long gain. From a scrum, Scholz passed to Fowler, and the ball then passed to Le Bour- veau, Fitzpatrick and Milburn, and when the latter was stopped, the ball was on the Stanford ten-yard line. From a line-out, Sholz passed to Curtin, who scored. Bensberg converted. Long and accurate kicking by Full- back Templeton of Stanford prevented Santa Clara from making more scores at this point of the game. The next try was the result of perfect combina- tion among our entire fifteen. The scrum heeled the ball out cleanly to Scholz, who passed to Fowler. On be- ing tackled, Fowler passed to Le Bour- veau, who in turn passed to Fitzpat- rick. Fitz made a beautiful pass to Milburn, who ran thirty yards for a score. This play commenced on the fifty-yard line, and every backfield man caught the ball while running at full speed. Bensberg converted. Fitzpatrick and Korte added the re- maining two scores from speedy pass- ing rushes. Coach Austin deserves congratula- tion on the wonderful team he develop- ed, and Father Walsh, the Faculty Moderator of Athletics, for his con- stant energy and interest that helped materially towards the victory. As to the game itself, every player showed himself a real sportsman, no decision of the Referee was questioned even slightly, no harsh feeling was engen- dered to leave even an excuse for a 184 THE REDWOOD complaint. This is as it should be. A victory is a little thing to gain at the expense of a trick or the play that is so emphatically called dirty . Stan- ford lost nobly, and we are glad to think that Santa Clara won nobly. CARDINAL DEFEAT VICTORY FOR RUGBY COMPETITION ASSURED. Missionites Demonstrate Their Worth as Competitors for Stanford. That Saturday ' s defeat of the var- sity at the hands of Charlie Austin ' s Santa Clara ruggers may be a cloud through which shines a silver lining, is the opinion of many rugby fans. That silver lining is foreseen in competition which the Missionite squad can put up for the Cardinals in the future. Cardinal Has Competition. The principal criticism of Stanford ' s consistent policy for rugby has been that local ruggers might become won- ders at the game but would have no op- ponents upon which to practice their tricks except weak teams such as Santa Clara puts out. That criticism was hauled out with the hearse, which over- confident Cardinal fans had on hand for the institution up the prune belt. The team of Charlie Austin ' s which faced Stanford ' s varsity last Saturday was probably the best rugby team that has ever been put together in Califor- nia. At least, it worked better as a lightning scoring machine. Some fans think it could have beaten any team that California or Stanford has ever mustered. It Was a Big Game. Saturday ' s game was a Big Game from a rugger ' s point of view. The Santa Clarans demonstrated that, whatever they may have been pastmas- ters of, their present mastery of the clean, open game of rugby is almost perfect. With their speed and accura- cy they put a new note into the game of rugby Saturday. The problem before Stanford rugby players is how to equal the skill of the Santa Clara players by the next Big Game and in Big Games to come. The Missionites have proven that they are worthy competitors, and have put the Cardinal on the defense. They have shown that Stanford has an annual problem to get the rugby championship of this country. The result of Satur- day ' s contest is sufficient to convince skeptical ones that the present Big Game is a Big Game in every way. A Victory for Rugby. The Mission Town University de- serves credit for rising to the situation as it has, and placing itself in the big university caliber in so short a time. The victory it scored Saturday, though a blow to Cardinal dignity and supre- macy, was a victory for rugby in Amer- ica. — Daily Palo Alto. BANQUET. On November 23rd, the Varsity was banqueted by its friends and the THE REDWOOD 185 merchants of Santa Clara in Sodality Hall. The tables were beautifully dee- orated, victorious Santa Clara banners were everywhere. The Misses Downing of the Journal had prepared a beauti- ful souvenir which every member of the team will prize as a reminder of the year. Speeches by Father Walsh, Father Sullivan, Student-Body Presi- dent Martin, Professor Jones, Chaun- cey Tramutola ' 13, Judge Thompson, were followed by the awarding of the coveted block S C, and sweaters. A very interesting musical program fol- lowed, in which Harry Wadsworth, J. Sargent, Louis Bergna, and others shared. BASEBALL. Football over, baseball is now in possession, and the schedule seems to promise excellent games at Santa Clara during the entire season. Com- petition for places on the team has been keen since the first day of prac- tice. Hickey, Leonard and Jack ' Neil will do the pitching this year. Bens- berg, O ' Neil, Rooney, Connors, Maher, and Farwell are trying for the infield, and Scholz, G. Desmond, Milburn, Fitz- patrick, Palmtag, and Le Bourveau for the outfield positions. BASKETBALL. A winning five is most probable this year. Student-Manager Aur- recoechea has prepared a full schedule and Captain Bensberg, Diaz, Scholz, Curtin, and Palmtag, who have played on the Varsity in past years, and Don and Berndt, who played with the cham- pion Olympic five of last year, should make most of the games victories for Santa Clara. Faculty Moderator Father Walsh has greatly enlarged the seating capacity of the gymnasium and visitors will thus be more conveniently provided for than has been possible hitherto. Louis T. Milburn. PREPS NOTES. Like the Varsity the Preps finished a very successful football season. Through the generalship of Father Mc- Elmeel and Nig Forester, his assist- ant, they piloted the Preps through a long succession of victories. The Preps surely must be congratulated on their fine work throughout the entire sea- son, their assiduous practice, their clean sportsmanship in every game, and fi- nally their efforts in developing the real qualities of football players. No doubt, in days to come, they will be our future Varsity men. BASKETBALL. Under the leadership of Captain Scott the basketball rollers have round- ed themselves into a speedy and heady aggregation. Their work in the prelim- inary games up to date has proven to us that they will come out on the long end of the rope when their scheduled games begin. So far the Preps have 186 THE REDWOOD twelve men who are all fighting for a position on the team. They are Cap- tain Scott, Pellom, Hiller, Bergin, Horton, Moran, Ferrario, Brown, Blair, Demartini, A. Costa and C. Smith. MIDGETS. The Midgets are still living up to their past reputation. This year ' s Mid- gets appear to be the fastest quintet that the Little Fellows have ever turned out. Their gathering for prac- tice every night is quite large. Among them: Amaral, McCarville, Trabucco, Woods, O ' Connor, White, Toohey, Ocana are most conspicuous. Ben T. Williams. CONTENTS SPRING (Verse) - - - - J. R. 187 TREASURE ISLAND UP TO DATE - Earl D. Desmond 188 REVERIES (Verse) Raymond C. Murphy 197 PACIFIC CRUISES (Article No. 1 ) - Chester Palmtag 198 THE HILLS OF CALIFORNIA (Verse) A. J. C. 203 SAFETY FIRST - - Horace B. Wilson 204 AIR CRAFT IN THE PRESENT WAR - W . Ward Sullivan 207 ROUTINE (Verse) - - - John Muldoon, Jr. 211 THE MAN WHO LAUGHED AT FATE Raymond C. Murphy 212 TACE OBMUTESCE - - R. Craig Howard 214 THE DEVELOPMENT OF CHRISTIAN ARCHITECTURE Brian Gagan 21 S MORNING SONG (Verse) - - - A. J. C. 219 GODLESS EDUCATION - Joseph A. Oliver 220 WAR AND PROSPERITY Demetrio Diaz 221 EDITORIAL ------- 224 EXCHANGES - - - - - 227 UNIVERSITY NOTES - - - 233 ALUMNI - - 236 ! ATHLETICS - - - - 241 Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., FEBRUARY, 1917 No. 4 pring TXTELCOME sweet Spring! Forever stay To time trie song-bird ' s joyous lay, And weave for eartk a vesture green, Trimmed witk moonlight ' s silver skeen. Wkose smiles tut tkine could from tke bougk Woo bud and blossom, wkick but now Trembled to peep, wkile Winter bold Ckilled eartk and sky witk icy kold ? Stay witk us ever; let youtk be Tke tie tkat binds our kearts to tkee — Wkose fragrance born of witcking skies; Eartk breatked and lo ! ' twas Paradise ! J. R Treasure Island Up to Date Earl D. Desmond. HIVER my timbers, if it ain ' t my old ship- mate John Brock, ' ' exclaimed Ben Jansen, as he greeted a fellow tar on the docks of New York. How ' ve you been these last five years? Old Ben, my old pal, as I live, I ' ve been leading a respectable life as a longshoreman, spoke John in answer to his friend ' s greeting and question. Not much of a life for a good sea- faring man of the likes of you John, but I hope you ain ' t give up the sea. No, Ben; but I ain ' t got no hanker- ing to go back, unless it be for a good adventure, the likes of which I ain ' t had since you and me parted in Austra- lia. Well, John, I got a scheme in my head that I ' m sure will look good to you. Come with me to the ' Navigat- or ' s Inn ' , and while lapping up a beer I ' ll spin a yarn that ' ll make you han- ker for another voyage with me. And so the two old pals, who had sailed on many a voyage together, met after five years of separation and in- dividual wandering. Brock and Jansen had parted in Syd- ney, Australia, over five years before, and each had followed divergent courses. Brock shipped on a tramp as a common seaman, and arrived in San Francisco six months later. Coming on to New York, he became a long- shoreman, and Jansen, who was a first class navigator, shipped a crew and embarked on a voyage of adventure. As the two old sailors took their places at one of the tables in the Na- vigator ' s Inn , and Jansen gave the order for two of the biggest schoon- ers in the joint , he proceeded to spin the promised yarn about his adven- tures. He told about sailing to the South Pacific, and visiting numerous islands where he had good reason to believe bucaneers of years before had buried the treasure acquired by their piracy. On one of these islands, which we will call Silver Island , he found traces of buried treasure, and one day while exploring the island alone came upon a chart which gave a good description of the isalnd and caused Jansen to be- lieve it was a chart left behind by the pirates. He wound his tale up by It seems that one of the dogs in the crew had been spying on me, and when he saw me find the chart hurried back to the ship, where he and two others of the devils got their heads together and de- 188 THE REDWOOD 189 elided on mutiny. I got back in time to see the wretches talking with their mates about mutiny; but me and Har- vey, the first mate, took the mutiny out of their dirty bodies with a knotted rope, and them devils was put in the hold on bread and water for five days. I concluded to put to sea, and we spread sail for ' Frisco. Someway I had a hunch that this chart was the right dope, and I says to myself, says I, ' I ' d give a four-masted schooner to meet old John Brock, and ship a crew of straight tars for Silver Island and that treasure. ' When I docked at old ' Frisco, I met old Chaw O ' Malley, and I asked him where you was. When he gave me the dope that you was in New York, I set sail on one of them Over- land trains, which ain ' t got the right kind of hammocks for us old tars, and here I am. I chartered my old ship the Nancy Lee to O ' Malley who ' s goin ' to load with lumber and tramp to Port- land. He ' s due in ' Frisco again in a month, and my idea is to ship a crew of old mates like you and O ' Malley, and old Palm and the rest, and spread our canvas for Silver Island, and that treasure. Oh Barkeep! fill these glasses again! You know, Ben, I got to wet my whistle before I can talk, I ain ' t no orator and seems to me like you and I got to do some talking and plannin ' afore we walk the waters for Silver Island, so we got to have another drink. ' ' Righto, John, another beer is sat- isfactory to me. And so, after this second refreshing sip the two old tars repaired to John ' s room in the Seafarer ' s Nest , and dis- cussed the plans for their treasure hunt. After a three hour ' s discussion of the plan, they concluded to ship a crew of old shipmates who could be relied on to handle the Nancy Lee on the treas- ure hunt and were .true to their Cap- tain. Brock was to be Captain, Jansen first mate, O ' Malley second mate, and the crew was to consist of McGee, Palm, Hunter, Cole, Mello, Hern, Hicks, Lamb, Norton, Lott and Waite, all of whom were shipmates of the two ad- venturers on other voyages. The Nancy Lee was due in San Fran- cisco on April 12th, and it would be three weeks before that date, so it was decided to gather the crew together before that time, and to sail from San Francisco on April 18th, a date on which the entire crew had embarked on another adventure together, which had a successful culmination. The assembling of the crew would not be a difficult task as five of the proposed members were in New York, four in a small town near San Fran- cisco, and the remaining in San Fran- cisco, and O ' Malley would be there himself on April 12th. In three days the five members in New York were ready to leave, and as a sea-faring man has little luggage to carry with him, the Captain, first mate 190 THE REDWOOD and five members of the crew left for San Francisco on March 28th. Brock left the rest at the town near San Fran- cisco to assemble the four comrades who were there, and the remainder ar- rived in San Francisco on April 4th. On the 8th, Brock arrived with his men, and on the 9th they all had a meeting in a lodging house on Front Street, and made plans for provision- ing and preparing the Nancy Lee for the voyage. On the 12th, the Nancy Lee arrived according to schedule, and Chaw O ' Malley agreed to the plan and con- sented to act as second mate. Arrange- ments were speedily made for the voy- age and on the evening of the 17th, the crew, numbering fifteen in all, gathered about a large table in the sa- loon known as Ike McLaughlin ' s ha- ven for thirsty seamen , and proceeded to drink toasts to the success of the voyage. The toasts were not drunk with wine, nor were they in wine glasses, but wer e good old Bock beer, and out of mugs that would have done credit to any German beer garden. On account of previous experience, all the crew knew that Sponge Mc- Gee was the wit of the crowd. For the benefit of those unacquainted with Sponge let it be said that he receiv- ed his nickname on account of the large amount of beer he could consume. One day when this crew was on a previous cruise they were all seated about a ta- ble in one of the drinking houses of Rio De Janeiro and McGee had con- sumed a quantity of beer that would have done the champion beer drinker of Germany proud, when Cole remark- ed, Blast my toplights if I can see where that Irishman McGee puts all the beer he drinks. Waite, another witty member of that famous fourteen, gave the logical rea- son that He ' s got a sponge in that belly of his, an ' when he drinks beer it ' s all taken up by the sponge , and hence the name Sponge McGee. So as the hours wore on and the vol- leys of Bock beer came thick and fast Sponge waxed funny. The room re- sounded with laughter at his witty re- marks, and when the party broke up at a rather late hour everyone was cheer- ful and in high spirits, both inside and out, over what seemed to them would result in a successful voyage. As the sun was peeping over the Berkeley Hills, the crew on the Nancy Lee heaved anchor, and the good ship proudly sailed through the Golden Gate and out on the broad Pacific on her eventful voyage. On the fourth day out a gale was en- countered, which tested the prowess of the crew, and those old sailors were not found wanting. We ' re in for a blow I reckon, said Captain Brock to his first mate. Bet- ter shorten sail and lay to till the wind dies down. Correct you are Cap ' n, answered Ben. I ' 11 order them lubbers to short- en sail and tack. The second mate went on deck and THE REDWOOD 191 ordered his crew to their places in a peremptory manner. You lubbers, Waite and Palm, climb aloft there and shorten the main to ' sa ' l. ' Swede ' you man the fore clewl ' n and ' Wino ' the aft L ' n. Unless these clewlines loosened sim- ultaneously, the man on the loose end or loose rope is apt to be hurled from his position on the mainroyal-yard to the deck fifty feet below. As the order was given to ' ' slack the line , Waite shortened his clewline, but Palm hesitated, and his mate was hurled off the yard and seemed doomed for the drop to the deck. At that in- stant a swell caused the ship to lurch, and the mizzenskysail-brace eased to- ward the mainskysail-mast. Waite grabbed it as would a drowning man a straw, and brought up against the maintopgallant-yard a cursing and a swearing. You lumberin ' clumsy Swede, he said, where ' d you ever learn to short- en sail. Blame your hide. I ' d a bust- ed my bloomin ' neck if it hadn ' t a been fer that brace. These remarks were interspersed with epithets of which only seamen are capable, and Palm was very remorse- ful. Aye bane gettin ' ready to shorten sail, but you bane in too much hurry. Aye hope you bane not hurt mate. Waite admitted he was not hurt, but was unwilling to forgive the Swede for his carelessness. So when the two scampered down the rigging to- the deck he was in the act of planting a left jab on his mate ' s nose, but the wily Swede beat a hasty retreat up the han- dy lower shrouds and laughed at his ruffled shipmate. Soon after, Wa ' ite recovered his good nature and Palm dropped from his perch of safety to the deck to be forgiven by his friend. The gale was over on the morning of the fifth day out, and nothing hap- pened for ten days to break the dull life on board ship. McGee kept the crew in good spirits by his wit, and made public his dreams of what he would do with his share of the treasure they expected to find. Mates, he said one night when the crew had gathered about the spar- deck, when I get back to the States with my share of this treasure, I ' m goin ' to pick out a handsome wider and set up my ship in a cottage near the sea with her as first mate and me as Cap ' n. Norton intimated that She ' d be Cap ' n an ' you ' d not even be first mate; you ' ll be the scullion. After that McGee made no further prophesy about his future life; in fact this rebuff prevented any of the other members of the congenial company from expressing in public their dreams of future opulence. About the 1st of May they came in sight of some of the many islands in the South Pacific, and the crew became anxious and expectant, hoping that 192 THE REDWOOD each day would bring them in sight of Silver Island. On May 3rd, the Captain and his first and second mates spread on the large table of the chart-house the chart of Silver Island, the place of the buried treasure, together with charts of that part of the Pacific. After careful stu- dy they decided that the next day would bring them to their goal, and so notified the crew. Their observations proved correct, and on May 4th, they came to anchor in a sort of cove in the Northern part of the island. The island seemed to be a large one. The beach in the cove made an ideal landing place, but rose to a consider- able height above the sandy shore. A gully-like formation directly south of the cove, gave a means of entrance into the interior. This gully ran down out of what seemed the hilly part of the island, and ended about one hundred and fifty yards from the shore. Captain Brock, and First Mate Jan- sen with six seamen went ashore in a small boat, and climbed up the gully out of sight of the ship. As they at- tained the height they could see far to the south, but the view to the west and east was obstructed by hills. The isl- and appeared to be encircled by hills, which in the center formed a basin- like valley. The southern part of the valley was extensively covered with tropical veg- etation, and far to the south could be seen a spiral of smoke ascending above the hills. Cap ' n what do you make of that smoke to the south? asked Ben. Captain Brock gazed earnestly through his glasses at the evidence of other occupants of the island, but could see nothing but the smoke itself. Can ' t make nothin ' of it Ben, but looks kinder queer to me. We must investigate tomorrow. ' ' After making a mental picture of the island they traced their steps to the shore, and returned to the ship. That night Ben could not sleep. He tossed about in his bunk and spent many hours thinking about the myste- rious smoke they had seen in the south. At six bells he finally fell asleep from sheer exhaustion, with his mind made up that a reconnoitering party would have to be sent out early in the morn- ing to get the lay of the land. At the break of day everybody on board ship was anxious to put to shore and immediately hunt for the buried treasure, but the Captain had other plans in view. Ben you know the island better ' n any o ' the rest o ' us, so you take four of the men, go ashore, and find out where that smoke comes from, and get the general lay of the land. Ben picked Hicks, Lott, Cole and Lamb, and taking with him the chart of the island, put to shore. They passed up the gully to the top of the ridge, and then skirted the range of hills on the water side, and made their way toward the south. Their position was such that they could not be seen from the interior of THE REDWOOD 193 the island, although Ben could keep well up on the range and have a bird ' s eye view of the valley beneath. The northern part was sparsely covered with the tropical vegetation that could be seen further to the south. About a quarter of a mile from where the gully sloped down into the valley was a grove of banana trees and just north by east of this grove stood an immense cocoanut tree. Ben immediately recognized the co- coanut tree as the one marked on the chart beneath which was buried the treasure, and he was tempted to ven- ture down into the valley to see wheth- er he could find traces of the gold, but his sense of duty gained the upper hand over his lust for gold, and he pro- ceeded south to investigate the source of the smoke. As the party proceeded south, the tropical growth grew denser, and was intermixed with thatched houses. Ben was surprised at this, and he called to his mates to view the unex- pected sight. What do you make of it boys? he questioned. Looks kinder queer to me, said Cole. They could see none of the inhabit- ants of this settlement, so keeping a careful watch, they stealthily made their way along the ridge. It was noticed that the ridge of hills on the west and east came together at the southernmost point of the island, and between them had been dug a gul- ly similar to the one in the north, which led to the sea. As the party moved on, they came in sight of the beach, which extended from the hills to the water ' s edge, a distance of about a quarter of a mile. Sounds of fantastic music came to their ears, and they could hear distinct- ly the Boom Boom of some sort of a drum. They cautiously moved forward, and as Ben, who was in the lead came on a rise in the hill he stop- ped suddenly as if paralyzed, or his feet had been suddenly glued to the earth. What you all stop fo ' Mate? ask- ed Dixie Lott, who hailed from Misssissippi. He was too terror stricken to reply, and finally Lamb creeped stealthily up to the first mate, and peeping cautious- ly over the rise, dropped abruptly back and exclaimed: ' ' Cannibals. ' ' What you all mean, cannibals? ejaculated Dixie. He also peered over the rise, and to his consternation the sight of a great kettle over a blazing fire, surrounded by scantily garbed men, women and children, as black as any negro he had seen in the South came within his vis- ion. Some were beating drum-like contrivances, others had great cymbals which they were knocking together, and both men and women were dancing about the kettle. The men carried huge studded clubs and were adorned with all sorts of ornaments. 194 THE REDWOOD Shivers ran up and down his back; a coal sweat came over his whole body, and he shook like a scared child as he beheld in the kettle, steam seething all about him, the dim outline of a man, moving to and fro, his face distorted with intense agony. The savages were waiving above their heads, clothes that were the wear- ing apparel of a sailor. Dixie then knew that the barbarians were prepar- ing for the feast, and that a human be- ing like himself was to be the chief dish. Mates dere am only one of two things to do, was his philosophy. One am to rescue dat poo ' white per- son, de oder am to get back to de good ol ' Nancy Lee, an ' rescue ourselves. I agree with you Dix, said Cole, but there ain ' t no use trying to help that poor guy, so I move that we beat a retreat. I second that motion, quoth Lamb and let ' s go quick. I ' m too tough even for cannibals, and I ' m so darned big it ' ll take all day to stew my car- cass. This remark was warranted as Lamb was six feet two in height. When the reconnoitering party re- turned to the Nancy Lee, Ben immedi- ately reported to the Captain, and it was decided to send a part of the crew to the place where the treasure was supposed to be buried the first thing next day. The idea of cannibals, and the shock caused by the news that they had been seen in the act of preparing a white man for the feast, caused some of the crew to think more of their own skins than of gold. Ah ain ' t exactly scared, but Ah done think dat noise about cannibals done make me rader leave dis yere waters widout dat gold, said Dixie. Well Aye bane needin ' some cash, so Aye take von chance, was the phi- losophical view taken by Swede Palm. You fellows make me sick, was the opinion of McGee. What ' s the use of being scared of a bunch of black devils ? ' ' As the consensus of opinion among the crew was to find the treasure, they set a watch that night, and went to sleep with happy dreams of future op- ulence. At four bells with Ben in charge, on account of his knowledge of the land, and chart, the Captain, and six mem- bers of the crew went ashore with all the tools necessary to unearth the bu- ried treasure. The cocoanut tree was easily found, and ten paces north, which, according to the chart, was where the treasure was buried, they commenced opera- tions. After three hours of fruitless dig- ging, and perspiring under the heat of a tropical sun, the men were about to give up in despair. Ben insisted that he dig a little to the east of the pres- ent excavation, and in about ten min- utes of earnest efforts, his shovel en- countered something hard and solid. His heart beat high with hope, and THE REDWOOD 195 he entered with renewed vigor on his task. The earth seemed so slow coming off the hard substance. Only a mo- ment more ' ' his mind kept saying. The next instant and the top of a case was brought to light. He dug around it, and immediately several chests, richly ornamented and made of heavy mate- rial were revealed. The demeanor of the men was im- mediately changed. They set to work frantically to unearth the chests. Their desire for treasure became uppermost in their thoughts, and they almost fought with each other to open the first chest. As the cover was slowly removed, a wealth of precious ornaments of varied shapes met their gaze. Stones of great beauty were revealed. Sapphires, ru- bies, emeralds, amethysts and pearls were within. They greedily gazed upon them, and the natural avarice of mankind gained control of all save Captain Brock and Ben Jansen. Seeing the change that had come over their men they ordered them to immediately cover the chest and pre- pare to carry it to the ship. That day four of the chests were carried to the ship, and only two remained to be mov- ed the next day. The first was carried to the shore and taken in the small boat to the ship without interference, but as they were removing the second from its ancient resting place, distant shouts came to their ears. The workers did not hesi- tate in their task, as each was set on ac- quiring the rest of the fortune with- out regard for consequences. The great chest was lifted to the shoulders of four of the men, and as they started for the ship, the shouts and cries came clearer to their ears. McGee, who was one of the party car- rying the chest, turned, and behold bursting from the forest hundreds of the naked blacks in war paint and car- rying spears and war clubs. As he released his support from the chest and dashed madly toward the gully and safety in the Nancy Lee, only one word passed his white, scared lips, and it was : ' ' Cannibals. ' ' Captain Brock quickly took the place of the terror-stricken McGee, who, before he saw the cannibals, thought there was no use being scared of them, and the chest was safely borne up the gully, through the pass, and to the shore. The cries of the savages came nearer. The treasure seekers were stricken with consternation as they perceived that McGee, in his fright, and desire to save his own skin had t aken the small boat and gained the ship. What ' 11 we do? cried Cole. Swim for it, suggested Lamb. No, we ain ' t goin ' to lose this treasure, exclaimed Waite. The members of the crew who had remained on board the Nancy Lee saw the plight their comrades were in, and Lott and Mello clambered down the 196 THE REDWOOD side of the ship, and entering the small boat, pulled frantically for the shore. But would they make it? The cries of the savages could be heard as they entered the gully from the valley. The small boat was now only fifty feet from the shore. As the boat beached, a black was seen coming through the pass. Captain Brock turned, revolver in hand, and aiming carefully, brought the black beggar down, just as the chest was lifted into the boat. As Captain Brock pushed off from the shore, and jumped to his place in the boat, a swarm of savages poured out of the gully. On they came, shouting their weird war cries. A spear grazed Waite ' s arm, and stuck in the bottom of the boat. Missies of all kinds, tore the very water about them. With only fif- ty yards more to gain the Nancy Lee, a volley of spears landed in, and pierc- ed the boat. Water came through the openings, and in an instant it was filled. As the small boat sank and each man swam with all his strength for the good Nancy Lee and safety, the chest of gold, the cause of avarice and greed among men, the thing that causes great suffering and some good, sank to the bottom of the cove of Silver Island. All finally gained the deck of the Nancy Lee, anchor was raised immedi- ately and the good ship put out of the cove to await a favorable wind for the voyage back to the States, and each member of the crew was happy, as he realized that that his dreams of future affluence would be fulfilled. 3% 9iiqu l (Emk And gently glides the silver stream, As lightly borne upon its way, It seeks the boundless ocean. And light of heart its shimmerings seem, It has no care as it skips along gay, Gurgling out its laughing motion. W. WARD SULLIVAN %?V?tWB W fPON a lofty hill which looked out o ' er the plain, vH. I felt myself a god, monarch of all the reign. Behind, the setting sun sent out his golden rays ; Before, the valley fell on my enchanted gaze, All decked with trees and flowers as far as human sight Could reach upon a sea of green and blossoms white. I felt the thrill of God as He looks on creation ; I stood upon the hill, a ruler of a nation. The sun has sunk to rest behind a neighboring hill, And all the fragrant air has grown most wonderous still. Anon the wind comes forth with whisperings of the North ; While o ' er the sky so bright, soft steal the shades of night, The somber dark ' ning plain is filled with charging rain, And from the clouds o ' erhead, peals forth the thunder dread. My reverie disturbed, a sheltered cove I sought ; Wild dreams of empire shattered by the havoc wrought By the elements. Can man, I mused, the skies, the plains Command ? Ah ! no, thou foolish one. God only reigns. RAYMOND C. MURPHY 197 Pacific Cruises Chester Palmtag. WAS aware of a pecu- liar vibration which made the ship shake from stem to stern and then a slow pow- erful unyielding chug chug. Could it be so? I looked over the side and noticed the churning, boiling water, and then the dock and freight sheds seemed to slowly glide away from us. Once more I peered over the side. This time there was no mistaking the throbbing. The ship was under way. The last line was be- ing quickly hauled aboard and the water was flowing easily past the ship ' s side. My heart sank within me and I leaned against the railing for support. Never before had I been away from the good old United States. The emotions which seized me were varied and num- erous. A feeling of not exactly hazard but of insecurity seized me. My friends and relatives all being left behind, sup- pose the ship would perish at sea, I would never see them again. Three shrill blasts thundering the farewell directly above startled me from my stupor. I gazed forlornly at the dear ones on the dock waving a last vigorous adieu and I feebly re- turned the salutations. How my hopes and plans shrank and I wished that I could only change places with one of them. I had always had a longing for a sea voyage. Often I had roamed about the waterfront and gazed with wonder and mystery at the giant ships moored to the docks. If they could only have spoken to me and told me what they had seen and known, I would have lin- gered, fascinated by their tales. They stood mute and motionless, but it did not forbid me from thinking of the quaint ports which they had touched, of the many peoples they had seen, of the many nights they had rested on the peaceful bosom of a tranquil, unrip- pled sea, lit for miles around by the soft glowing tropical moon; or maybe they were nights on the great northern circle, fighting seas mountain high in the utter blackness. I looked with en- vy at the officer shouting his com- mands. He had seen these things and here was I destined to remain for ever and ever and know only from books of the wonderous lands which lay on the other sides of the sea. I could hardly realize then, that I was now bound for Panama ; the desire and wish of years about to be gratified. We were passing the Ferry building now and dodged safely across the path 198 THE REDWOOD 199 of the busy hurrying ferry boats. I rushed to the other side and had a last glimpse of Goat Island and further over the faint outlines of Oakland ' s skyscrapers. How the glorious San Francisco appealed to me now! Her hills rising nobly, crowned by superb buildings sharply defined against the clear blue sky. We approached the Golden Gate, a narrow strip of surging foaming water overlooked on one side by the high rugged, scarred Marin Hills and on the other by the sheer bluffs rising abruptly from the water and sur. mounted by the grim, cruel, silent, Fort Scott. After passing out the heads the rock- ing of the ship became quite percepti- ble and a new horror came over me. Suppose I should get sea-sick? I no- ticed more than one pale person about me, and several were leaning over the railing holding tightly to stanchions, heads disappearing with an awful groan, each time the ship dipped or rolled. I remembered the advice of an old mariner. Most sea-sickness is imagination and don ' t allow yourself to think of the motion, ' ' he warned. So I busily occupied myself picking out the more prominent land marks which still remained visible. The Cliff House, the Great Highway, the Dutch Windmills and high white wireless aerials lined the shore, while gently sloping back were the last two of San Francisco ' s world famous hills. Only small mounds now, a child ' s play- thing, covered thickly with miniature building blocks the little sections sep- arated by tiny strips of black tape. Standing alone on the highest point, reaching up to the sky, stood the Church of St. Ignatius, peaceful and glorious. View this, forlorn helpless traveller, and in the solitary lonely days which are to follow at sea remem- ber the message of trust and love which it sends forth. A quartermaster with a U. S. mail carrier ' s bag thrown over his shoulder passed down the deck shouting, Mail to go ashore with the pilot, your last chance to send mail from San Francis- co. Hurrying forward towards the bridge I noticed a small two-masted schooner with sail set full, about half a mile away. The schooner maneuvered in close to us on the lee side and our ship slowed down gradually and at last came to a full stop. At the same time a small boat manned by two sail- ors was launched from the deck of the pilot boat. The skiff was brought along side in a few powerful strokes by the two sailors and a line heaved to them from our deck. They held tightly to this and drifted to where the pilot was clinging to the side of our ship on a Jacob ' s ladder which had been lowered for him. A huge wave lifted the frail little boat to within a few feet of him and he dropped safely into it. The sailors again manned the oars and went bounding away to the pilot boat. As it was approached the pilot gave a leap and landed dry and unharmed on the deck. He waved a 200 THE REDWOOD last good bye and the Captain answer- ed with three blasts of the siren. We slowly got under way once more and steamed to the open sea which lay to our west. In a short time the last vest- ige of land had disappeared. The ship was helped along by a strong, steady swell from the north, which hit our stern. This moderated after a couple of days when we were off the coast of Lower California. Almost the first thing I observed was the water, naturally enough you will say, since it greeted my eyes when I awoke in the morning and when I turned in at night. Instead of the deep blue , which had been expected, it was of a dull, cold, ugly, repelling green. The balmy invigorating breezes , more appropriately could have been called icy gales, and evi- dently I shared this opinion with oth- ers for only a few were seen about the decks, and these were heavily clad, pac- ing quickly up and down several times, then to disappear into the steam-heated saloon. The fifth day land was sighted and slowly became more and more distinct and about noon we rounded Cape San Lucas, the southern extremity of Low- er California. A lighthouse is situat- ed here at the extreme end, discernable from the Gulf and the Pacific. The keeper ' s existence could not be envied on this bleak, sandy wind-swept point reaching into the sea. No signs of life other than the few shrubs which clung to the brown dry cliffs, were apparent. We steered northeast for Mazatlan, where we were to deliver mail to the United States war vessels which were stationed there. The weather had been gradually growing warmer as we proceeded southward and the cold, despised wind which had followed was now our savi- our from the beating rays of the hot sun. But now as we crossed the Gulf the wind deserted us. As a warning finger pointed at an on- coming mortal says thus far shalt thou come and no further, ' ' and as that finger, if its warning is unheeded drops when the person passes with haughty head erect; so had this peninsula warned us in time, and at our contin- ued neglect of its chidings and threats had dropped that finger into the sea, as if it had said in desperation, Suf- fer the consequences ' ' , and forthwith a barrier was raised against the cool breezes which had of late been so wel- come. In crossing the Gulf the first bit of real hot weather was encountered, and this day completed the thawing out which we had been unconsciously un- dergoing for two days. The water had changed its hue and was most inviting. It was a beautiful deep blue. A slumbering millpond, transparent, crystaline and unrippled stretching to the horizon on all sides. The slight swish as our bow cut through the still, motionless sea, was the only sound which broke the silence THE REDWOOD 201 and seemed only to increase the soli- tude. Occasionally we glided past a huge broad-backed turtle floating lazily on the water and now and then saw por- poises leaping from the water, grace- fully arching their bodies and looking on the unknown monster with wonder. The San Diego, flagship for the squadron, wirelessed us that evening asking our course and notifying us of their intention of dispatching the U. S. S. Raleigh, a small cruiser, to meet us and receive the mail. This meant we would not see Mazatlan. The next morning I arose early to get a glimpse of Uncle Sam ' s ship, but with disap- pointment I learnt that the Raleigh had met us at three o ' clock in the morning and that we were now again headed south. The following day the officers all ap- peared at breakfast in clean, cool, white uniforms, a noticeable change from the dark, severe blue garments which they had worn since leaving San Francisco. The passengers soon fol- lowed the example and before lunch all the men folks were clad in light breezy ducks and serges, and the ladies in the daintiest and softest of shirt waists and skirts. The ship was not one of the latest modern liners, but she was comfortable and easy riding, and the officers did everything possible to make our voy- age a pleasant one. Days followed each other with little diversity. The mornings were spent ' neath the canvass awning reading and playing deck games. In the after- noons everyone sought the state-rooms, where the electric fans offered some little relief from the heat. After din- ner everyone felt in good humor and would stroll on deck and drink in the cool air. These few nightly hours more than repaid for the slow, hot, uninteresting days which we endured. Until late hours we would sit languidly listening to the string orchestra pour forth its unceasing melody, mingling with the soft musical swish of the water, as it raced past our bow. Sometimes it was almost inaudible, then again rising to the crescendo as a ripple would be sent out from the sharp prow, growing to a wave and then breaking with a loud, thunderous clap. Long after all had retired to their state-rooms I used to arise and throw- ing a robe about me wander out into the warm pleasant night, to look at the vast throbbing dome above. The moon soft and subdued seemed no higher than the masthead. I had seen moons and moons, but never any which com- pared even faintly with this wonder- ous fascinating, soothing, tropical glow. I reached out to steal a handful of the flashing, winking jewels which were scattered so recklessly and abun- dantly about. The lone officer on the bridge paced tirelessly back and forth shedding and reflecting the golden rays. He alone stood vigilant and 202 THE REDWOOD watchful as the many slumbered on peaceful and trusting. The twelfth day from San Francisco we passed Cape Malo and now steered due north, which at first impression, may seem rather peculiar. The heat was particularly sultry and oppressive and everybody was glad the voyage was near an end. I had never experienced such a pen- erating and sapping heat. To stand in the sun was prostration, yet the canvas awning was useless as netting and even in the innermost secluded parts of the ship the same piercing, cruel fire followed and the steady breeze hot and heavy fanned the flame. The next day at noon we passed Ta- boga Island, the spa of Panama, and an hour later dropped anchor off the Qua- rantine Station. After a few questions by the doctor and examination of the papers the yellow flag was pulled down and the ship moved up to the dock at Balboa. Balboa, in the Zone, but three miles from Panama City, is the port for all of the vessels on the Pacific side, as Panama has no facilities for docking deep sea vessels. I bade adieu to my newly made friends and departed immediately for the hotel. It seemed quite natural to set foot on good old mother earth once more and I romped about like a child gleeful and unrestrained. The Tivoli Hotel, my temporary home, was ideally located on a knoll overlooking Panama and surrounded by a park densely populated with the rich tropical green. Here I lingered many days going forth regularly to view the wonder feat, the Canal. Re- turning, I would spend hours at a time in the beautiful tranquil garden, re- flecting and dreaming. (To be continued.) aty? fills nf (Ealtforttta eET others praise the purple seas, Or summer clouds on mountain crest, That drift like golden argosies Into the sapphire- lighted west. Let others praise the gothic pine That moonbeam chiselled in the snow Doth paint where northern stars slow climb, And dim where wintry tempests blow. But I, could my poor lips but praise The myriad scenes that shift and gleam In rainbow hours that time doth raise To catch the Autumn ' s mellow beam. I fain would sing the fallow hills, The California bulwarks brown ; Where russet grasses deck the rills, And oaken leaves bestrew the ground. O, California hills ! how dear ! Hesperides of childhood ' s day, When heaven ' s wealth was hoarded near And golden touched the brooklet ' s clay. I choose ye from all Mature ' s gifts, Nor ask I for a treasure more, Than your weird oaks and bronzed cliffs, With songs and merriments of yore. The palm oft fans the torrid zone, The blossoms lave in alien streams ; The russet hills are yours alone, Here let me dream, here let me dream. 203 Safety First Horace B. Wilson. HANK God, it ' s fin- ished! I murmured, as I drew the last stitch on the sewed incision. I was tired, dead tired, after having performed steadily and hard for two long hours on a vici- ous looking growth on the interior of the right seventh rib of a young man. Then giving a few cautioning direc- tions to the nurse in charge, I hurried- ly washed and dressed and leaving the white hospital, quickly drove to my apartments, which Dr. L , my elder in years and experience, and I shared. Hello, Bert! was Dr. L ' a greeting. H ' lo Ned! and then, how ' s the Nace woman? Ned launched forth, telling of the complications and adhesions which had resulted from an ordinary opera- tion. My nerves and mind lay dor- mant, so much so that I scarcely heard him. My whole system cried for stim- ulus and taking the decanter near me, I poured out a generous draught of the amber colored liquid into a slender glass and drank it greedily. Another followed, then another. As I was about to drain the glass for the fourth time, I looked up and there was Ned looking down at me, his usually cheery countenance darkened by a sad, thoughtful expression. Don ' t Burt! you ' ve been working hard, you feel as if you ' re nerves are shattered and you feel as if you need a stimulant. Well, maybe you do — but don ' t take whiskey. He drew his favorite chair beside mine, held the match for me and then lighting his cigar said, Listen, Bert. You ' ve had your shingle out but three years, and yet you ' ve built up quite an enviable practice. I realize that often after your work you are fatigued, and that your nerves, mind and whole sys- tem cry for a stimulant. But, when such is the case, for your own sake, Bert, don ' t take whiskey. If you ' ll but think of what happened to Dr. W , on account of the ' ale ' you ' ll hesitate. Happened to Dr. W ? I thought. Dr. W had been graduated just one year before me from the Philadel- phia Institute of Medicine, and as I remembered him, he was a bright, win- ing fellow and exceedingly popular with his classmates. Why — you don ' t mean that W went — er wild on whiskey, do you Ned? I ventured. 204 THE REDWOOD 205 Just that, Bert, exactly! Wild is the only word that could explain it ! Ned settled more comfortably in his chair, laid his cigar on the tray, cross- ed his legs, sighed and then began. Four years ago, when Larry W left ' Phillie ' he came to San Francisco and after eighteen months experience in one of our hospitals began practis- ing. He was hard working and very conscientious and his practice grew rapidly. It was in May, 1915, that his friend, driving her car at a reckless speed, ran down Miss S , the May- or ' s daughter, severely injuring her. Examination showed several minor fractures and concussion of the brain. Larry attended her, and on the second day when she began to weaken rapidly and then dropping into a state of Coma, he was the only one of five consulting doctors who had hopes of saving her. Day after day, night after night, Larry was at her bedside, only snatching a few hours of sleep now and then. Only once did he weaken, and then the thought of his bride-to-be under a charge of manslaughter at the time, and with nothing to save her from be- ing convicted and sentenced if Miss S were to die, spurred him on. The corporeal in him begged for rest, but his tireless spirit urged him on and on, and so finally to keep his nerves alive Larry began taking whiskey as a stimulant. He would throw this into himself hourly until he was mad, stark mad, without it. This sad condition of affairs continued for weeks and weeks and during this time Miss S was steadily on the mend. In the middle of June Larry operated to remove a pressure at the base of Miss S ' ■ brain. I attended this operation, and Bert, I swear it, I saw him take a wat- er glass full to the brim with whiskey and pour it down as if it were mere water. He was not himself, but he per- formed that operation in the most neat and skillful manner I have ever seen. The operation took place on Monday and on Thursday the four o ' clock newspaper editions had blazoned on their headlines, ' DR. W SAVES MAYOR ' S DAUGHTER ' . All were in- terested in this case for it had been made famous by the notoriety the May- or ' s daughter naturally receives. Then and then only, you may well believe, did his fiance draw a free breath, for thanks to the wonderful efforts and skill of Larry, she was no longer un- der the ban of the crime of manslaugh- ter. As I said, that was Thursday the papers lauded Larry, but Friday ' s morning editions brought this on the headlines, ' DR. W HERO OF S. F. DISAPPEARS ' . This was a nine days wonder with all the people, and the Clubs and his fiance ' s family had hosts of detectives searching for him. Some ventured the theory of self-de- struction; others, that he had gone off quietly to recuperate, and so on. Near- ly a month later I received a call from Captain Burke of the Detective Bu- reau, by ' phone, that they had located Larry in a waterfront cafe in a weak 206 THE REDWOOD intoxicated condition and that he had him transferred to the Emergency Hos- pital. I went there immediately and there on the bed, in a state of stupor- intoxication, lay Larry, or rather the shell of him. Ned was standing now, seemingly carried away with his story and huge tears coursed down his cheeks. Then with vehemence he continued: Then, when that woman, that ani- mal, or anything you wish, his fiance, heard that Larry had been intoxicated for days, she instructed her maid to write an exceedingly rude note to the man who had saved her from imprison- ment for manslaughter, saying that hence she would have nothing to do with him. Think of it!! She, the cause of all of it ! ! Up to this time Lar- ry had been coming around fine, but when he received this letter it finished him — all his faculties considerably weakened by his excessive indulgence in whiskey. His character was gone and his only support was, to his mind, ' Whiskey ' and he went temporarily in- sane for it — of course he was not al- lowed any. Oh, God! if he had only taken a stimulant with which he was more familiar and over which he had more hold. Whiskey — God ! ! how I hate it. Bert! For God ' s sake, for your own sake and for your profes- sion ' s sake, never take another drop of whiskey. Ned dropped back into his chair and his heavy body shook with his sobbing. Unable to keep silent any longer I asked : Where is Dr. Larry W , now? Went insane from alcoholic liquor and killed himself when in a fit of madness, was Ned ' s low reply. The moral was only too obvious and need I say effective. I am in the for- ty-first year of my practice and never since that memorable evening have I ever tasted even a drop of the liquor, which killed Larry W , M. D. Aircraft in the Present War William Ward Sullivan. ONSIDEKING the im- portant role that air- craft are playing in the present conflict, it might be of interest to review some of their chief uses. At the outbreak of the war none of the belligerents reckoned on the aeroplane becoming an offensive instrument, but rather relied upon it as a means of scouting, and of direct- ing and correcting artillery fire. It appears in fact, that German pilots re- ceived instructions to avoid combat if possible, in order to keep their ma- chines intact for the above mentioned purposes. And so well indeed did they direct their artillery, which wrought such terrible destruction, that the Brit- ish were compelled to use their planes as weapons of offense. For it was re- alized early in the war that the side having the more aeroplanes would have the advantage. Aircraft accord- ingly, are responsible for the elimina- tion of that secrecy which so distin- guishes modern from ancient warfare. The supreme use of the aeroplane is undoubtedly as a scout. No modern army is without its aerial scouts. They are necessary, not only for its maneu- vers and tactics, but even for its very existence. The existence of an aerial scout was vividly foreshadowed in the Boer War by the utility of the captive observation balloons. If the English did not appreciate the advantage of these balloons, — I can say the Boers surely did. One historical example in the present war will serve to illustrate the great importance of the scouting machine. When Von Kluck realized it would be a hazardous task to invest Paris, and consequently changed his plan, stop- ping his southward advance upon Pa- ris, and instead, moving his main col- umn in a southeasterly direction, it was the observing aeroplanes which discov- ered his new movement. This caused the Allies to abandon the defensive and launch instead a heavy attack which forced the well known precipi- tous German retreat, — a retreat which in no small part can be ascribed to the services of airmen. An important attribute of a scouting aeroplane is swiftness. One type of plane in service has been accredited at times with a speed of over one hun- dred and thirty miles an hour. Owing to its speed it has proven invaluable in making a swift reconnaissance, and its very fleetness is its best protection from enemy gun-fire. Indeed this quality of speed in aeroplanes undoubt- 207 208 THE REDWOOD edly endows them with stability while all goes well; but it is apparent that machines in which everything ' , even stability, is sacrificed to speed, require very expert handling. Still it is import- ant that the majority of military aero- planes should possess inherent stabil- ity; for such machines can be piloted by those who are less expert than the drivers of racing planes necessarily must be. During the war it became necessary to train pilots very rapidly. Hence with machines that possess in- herent stability the novices soon be- came quite dexterous. But any appa- ratus designed for stability decreases the speed of the machine ; as a conse- quence, the problem arises as to how far speed should be sacrificed to sta- bility. A happy medium, I believe, has been struck in a British plane recently invented. In aerial reconnaissance, says a war expert, it is often desirable that a large amount of detail of observation should be furnished to headquarters, more than can be grasped by one who has to act as both observer and pilot. Then there becomes need of a type of air-craft that will carry an observing officer as well as a pilot, who will take up with him maps and glasses and de- vote himself entirely to the study of the land beneath him. Such machines are of necessity slower than those which carry the solitary pilot, and they run more risk of being overtaken by the enemy. But besides the advantage of division of labor, there is also the benefit that if either pilot or observing officer is killed or wounded, the one that escapes can pilot the machine back to friendly lines. For this purpose then dual control should be accessible. In many of these machines the occupants sit in separate apertures in the canoe-like body, and cannot move about during the flight, so should the pilot be killed, the ob- server cannot get access to the levers. The controlling apparatus should therefore be in front of each, though working independently of each other. The second great use of aircraft con- sists in the directing and correcting of artillery fire. It is difficult to overes- timate the utility of the aeroplane for directing artillery fire. In modern warfare the sight of the gunner is no longer his own. Implicitly he must obey the directions from above. The following story told in Aero- planes and Dirigibles of War illus- trates the powers of the aeroplanes in this respect. A number of our men were resting in an open field, immedi- ately behind the second line of trenches, being in fact, the reserves in- tended for the relief of the front lines during the following night. An aero- plane hove in sight. The men dropped their kits and got under cover in an adjacent wood. The aeroplane was fly- ing at great height and evidently la- bored under the impression that the kits were men. Twice it flew over the field in the usual manner, and then the storm of shrapnel, ' Jack Johnsons ' , THE REDWOOD 209 and other tokens from the Kaiser rain- ed upon the confined space. A round four hundred shells were dropped into that field in the short period of ten minutes, and the range was so accurate that no single shell fell outside the space. Had the men not hurried to cover not one would have been left alive to tell the tale, because every square foot of the land was searched through and through. We laughed at the short sightedness of the airman who had contributed to such a waste of valuable shot and shell, but at the same time appreciated the narrowness of our escape. The Germans have several ways of manifesting to the artillery their in- structions. One plan is to drop smoke bombs over the position. These leave a black trail which enables the gun- ners to take the exact range. Another is to drop a silver ball or a handful of tinsel which glitters in the sunlight. At night signals are transmitted by means of colored lights. The only means of baffling the searching eyes of the airmen has been the invention of ingenious tricks, such as the making of dummy trenches. Guns are sometimes concealed beneath branches of trees. Often dummy can- non are shaped from the trunks of trees, and frequently these are subject- ed to severe bombardment. The offensive operations of aero- planes are very important. They are then used either as fighting machines or as bomb carriers. Let us consider them now in the for mer capacity. As has hitherto been mentioned, the British were forced in the beginning of the war to use their planes offensively because of the dead- ly precision of the German fire direct- ed by their airmen. The English, lack- ing arms and armor for their aero- planes made the best of the two ster- ling qualities of their machines, speed and climbing power. By the former they overtook the more cumbersome enemy and by the latter gained the higher position. Then all that was to be done was the pumping of lead by revolvers or rifles. The problem of the fighting aero- plane is perhaps the most difficult one the aeronautical expert has to face. It should combine speed with weight car- rying capacities, so that it can be ade- quately armored and carry sufficiently powerful guns. But as the one im- pedes the other the question arises, and its solution I will leave to the ingen- uity of the expert. As bomb carriers the aeroplane can perform a great deal of damage. The annihilation of a Zeppelin in mid-air by a British aviator in a monoplane was the most popular English bomb- dropping feat. Experience has shown that for bomb carrying purposes a fairly large size machine is desirable. The French have by such planes, been able to execute a vast amount of aerial bombardment. Railroads have been uprooted, trains demolished, and bridges destroyed. 210 THE REDWOOD The present war has invited compari- son between the lighter than air and the heavier than air craft. Most will agree that the aeroplane has carried off the palm. But the air ship has still many opportunities for the very reason that it possesses some qualities absent in the aeroplane. It is capable of va- ried speed and can hover over a par- ticular spot. Owing to its possible size it can perform long journeys, it can carry a large amount of bombs, and it is capable of night operations with safety. It has, however, the over- powering disadvantage of being a fair weather machine, whereas the aero- plane is now practically an all weather one. Bflktttt Jfatt JUt injuria Rusticus esse volo, validumque tenere bidentem, Si segetes nullae, dura nee arva forent. Atque placeret mi remis vexare profundum, Semper si calidus splendeat in mari sol. Quantum gauderem fore divus, Phoebe, poeta, Versus si nulli, carmina neve forent. DON DEMETRIO DIAZ JUuitn ? (3 RISING bell — sweet slumber ' s knel And a cranky prefect ' s call; It ' s cold, by gosK ! a colder wash, To ckapel then we crawl. Trie coffee pot and muffins Hot Are next upon the list; All morn in class — a stupid ass, Witk brain like heavy mist. WitK dinner next and more classed vexed The afternoon flits by ; Trie evening spent in retirement Mid books and studies dry. To bed at ten, and up again, With the early morning bell; And every day in the same old way, Our life seems hard — but well In the by and by, as years slip by, Each college day and hour Will stand out bright from life ' s cold night, As fraught with grace and power. JOHN MULDOON, JR. 211 The Man Who Laughed at Fate Raymond C. Murphy. I ARSON ran strongly with the quick, lithe step of an athlete, and he bore an unmistak- able air of assurance. The police were in plain view not more than two hundred yards away; but Marson hardly gave them a second glance. He plunged into a thicket and alm ost immediately reappeared leading a motorcycle. In a moment the engine was started and he was spinning down the hard, even road. But none too soon. Already, just as he had foreseen, the hum of pursuing motors sounded in the rear. The alarm had been wired broadcast ; the roads would be watched ; the whole country was aroused. But you, who knew Marson, realize that he was not the one to be caught in such a trap. He was not the one to leave things to chance ; not one to com- plain about the cruelties of fate. Luck! he would say, Chance! Fate ! Bah ! They make me sick, those fools who blunder and lose, and then curse the stars and bewail their bad luck. As for me, I have no ill luck; I take no chances. I plan and prepare ahead, and I laugh at fate. Knowing these things you will no t be surprised to learn that Marson sudden- ly veered from the highway and fol- lowed a broken path out onto the high, narrow plateau of Le Haut. The pur- suing police closed rapidly in from be- hind. They were joined by a new force coming to meet them from Mercel. The fugitive was completely trap- ped; the deep chasm before and the human blood-hounds behind effectual- ly cut off all escape. The police were jubilant. The celebrated Marson was in their clutches. The elusive criminal was at last run to earth. But Marson was not less jubilant than his pursuers, as he stopped his ma- chine on the edge of the precipice. He felt the case of jewels fitting snugly in his breast pocket; the great Bon- cort jewels, worth a magnificent for- tune. He had planned the robbery months in advance ; had foreseen every exigen- cy; had rehearsed every detail. And now he had but to cross a narrow chasm and he was safe. And across this chasm, awaiting his need, was stretched a chain. Even in this choice of a bridge Marson showed his cun- ning. Most men would have used a rope. Not so Marson; he had figured out long ago that a rope might come untied, or might possibly break; and 212 THE REDWOOD 213 in this damp spot it would surely be slippery. But a chain was as secure as a steel span, and its links afforded a safe hold for the fingers. In fact he had actually made the experiment with both rope and chain across that very chasm. After he had decided upon the chain, he had swung across the abyss time and time again, in preparation for this supreme moment. For Gabriel Marson left nothing to chance or fate. Marson now leaped a six foot gully, (he had practiced this jump on the treacherous rocks for hours), and paused for a moment on the brink of a cliff. His pursuers were rapidly ap- proaching. He laughed mockingly, waved them a gay farewell, and turn- ing about, grasped the oscillating chain. II Jean Legouve, son of M. Legouve, the eminent scientist, inherited some- thing of his father ' s inventive genius. Not a little pleased at this early dis- play of genius in his favorite son, who was continually experimenting at something or other, his father used to humor and encourage the boy rather lavishly in his endeavors. At the time of which we are speak- ing Jean was engaged in testing the lifting power of a huge box-kite. But the lad encountered great difficulty however owing to the fact that the cord holding the kite snapped time and time again owing to the tremendous strain. A very heavy cord would have held the kite, but it would have meant so much more weight for the kite to carry. To overcome this difficulty M. Legouve purchased for his son a reel of very thin, but strong, copper wire. This wire would have served admira- bly; but unfortunately the first time that Jean used it, it broke loose from its fastening, and was carried away by the kite. Of itself this fact must seem incon- sequential, and would not be worth our time to relate, did it not bear upon our story and the escaping Marson. For the kite in falling crossed an electric wire, and the end of the kite-wire trailing down the canyon, fell across the chain Marson had solicitously stretched over the chasm. Ill When Marson, as we have said, seized the chain, he felt the sudden shock of the electricity. Had the cur- rent been stronger he would have in- stantly been electrocuted. As it was his hands involuntarily flew up. He was a man of almost perfect self con- trol ; but being taken off his guard en- tirely in a matter he least expected and could in no way account for, his nerves for an instant refused to act. And that instant was fatal. He plunged down, down, down, slowly revolving like a knife tossed into the air by a juggler, his arms stretched out in a most gro- tesque gesture of despair. And then he struck the rocks whirling up to meet him from the outraged hand of Fate. ®arr, (®bmnU8tt a EQUOR undosum subito movetor In Lacu vasto Galilaea noto ; Victus a somno, Dominus quiescit In rate sidens. Altior fiuctus quoque nunc videtur, Exitum ob visum pariens severum ; Territi mitem Dominum vocarunt Discipulique. Ipse turn surgit placide susurrans ; O parum, inquit, fidei, manumque Tendit, et dulcis cito pax propinquat In mari toto. Quum tibi, dulcis, piceae procellae Et graves jiuctus animumque turbant, Tu voca Jesum ; simulat Redemptor Prendere somnum. R. CRAIG HOWARD 214 The Development of Christian Architecture Brian Gagan. HEN the early Chris- tians were beginning to form themselves into congregations, they were not able, on account of the ter- rible persecutions, to construct any edifices in which they might hold their religious services. The religion they espoused was just the opposite in its simplicity to the elegant ceremonials of polytheism; and any refuge, no matter how low and humble it was, must have seemed acceptable, provid- ed it offered them a safe retreat. But when this religion which on one day was abused and prohibited, found it- self on the next day the religion of the State, things changed. Naturally they looked around for buildings suited to hold services in. The principal thing necessary in the building they wanted was a spacious nave in which a large congregation could assemble to hear the same word and join the same prayer. The most suitable kind of building then in exist- ence was the basilicas. These were the buildings which contained the law courts and the meeting places of the tradesmen and money lenders. They generally consisted of one immense hall with lateral galleries and tribunes adjoining it. The name of basilica, taken from the Greek word basileus (a king), was given them because for- merly the kings themselves meted out justice within these walls. But when the Christians wanted to erect new basilicas they made some fundamental changes. The greatest and most important change was the building of a system of arches repos- ing directly on isolated columns, which served as their support. This con- trivance was absolutely new, and no examples of it have ever been found dating previous to this period. This change has, by some writers, been at- tributed to want of skill on the part of the builders, and by others, to the nature of the materials they had at their disposal. But whatever the rea- son, it was destined to become the fun- damental principle of Christian archi- tecture, a principle characterized by the breaking up of the range of arches and the desertion of the rectilinear construction of the Greeks and Rom- ans. This style was, in the course of time, transported to the East. Here it assumed a new character, due for the most part to the adoption of the cupola. This adaptation with many changes of style into the East was called the 215 216 THE REDWOOD Byzantine architecture, and the cupola was its most dominant factor. As every great movement in the his- tory of the world has had an infancy or age of groping in the dark and in the end a separation from the past and a gradual development of the realiza- tion of its individual strength, so too did the architecture that the Christian religion discovered come to the reali- zation of the fact that it did not adopt an old style, so much as it created a new one, and that it had revolutionized the canons of architecture previously existing. The infancy lasted about five or six centuries, because it was not until about the year 1000 that the new style assumed an individual form. This new style was that which has come down under the name of Norman architect- ure. It is to this school of architect- ure which must be assigned the most of the ancient churches of France, because it was at this time that many were built. The plans of the churches still preserved, in many respects, the old ar- rangement of the basilicas. They still had the elongated form and the lateral galleries. There were, however, some modifications, and additions, of which the most important was the lengthen- ing of the choir and the lateral galler- ies. Another new feature was the com- bination of chapels groped around the sanctuary. Sometimes when the churches were being constructed the isolated columns of the nave were re- placed by pillars and the spaces be- tween were filled up by semi-circular arches, and a system of vaulted roofs was substituted for the wooden roofs of the basilicas. One feature which gave the West a character quite its own was the adoption of bell towers. These had been but sparingly used in the East, while in the West they be- came an important feature of the Nor- man style. Some of the bell towers at- tained great heights. At first the buildings had but one bell tower, but soon they had two and there were a few examples of churches that had four or five. The Norman churches now began to show signs of maturity. These signs were that the churches instead of re- maining in the unadorned simplicity of the early part of the period gradually became ornamented, until in time they resembled a delicate piece of embroid- ery from the base to the summit. But above all other things the dominant factor of the Norman style was the r ounded arch. The most perfect exam- ples of the Norman style were the churches at Notre Dame at Poitiers; St. Paul at Issoire; and of St. Sernin at Toulouse. But during the twelfth century the Norman style was engaged in a strug- gle for supremacy with the Gothic The Norman, with its rounded arch, was battling for existence against the Gothic style, whose predominant feat- ure was the pointed arch. During the struggle some churches were built that partook both the Norman and Gothic style. We see in them the choir as- suming larger dimensions, the Latin THE REDWOOD 217 Cross which had been the ground plan of the sanctuaries losing the precision of its outlines, the lateral chapels be- coming more numerous and often breaking the perspective of the side- aisles. At last Gothic architecture was tri- umphant. Its principle, says M. Vitet, is in emancipation, in liberty, in the spirit of association and com- merce, in sentiments quite indigenous and quite national; it is homely, and more than that, it is French, English, Teutonic, etc. Norman architecture, on the contrary, is sacerdotal. There has been much dispute over the question of where the Pointed style originated. It is now generally cred- ited to the Ile-de-France, whence it propagated itself towards the South and East. It can hardly be attributed to either Germany or France. At this period the Norman style was still pre- dominant in Germany, except on the French border; while if it was origin- ated in Spain it would have been intro- duced into France through that part of the country situated beyond the Loire ; and we find nothing but churches of the Norman style in that territory at this period. The Gothic style attained its highest perfection in about one century. The best specimens of it were the Cathe- drals of Sens, Bourges, Contances in France, and those of Strasbourg, Fri- bourg, Altenberg, and Cologne in Ger- many. The architects were able to get many different combinations and ef- fects by merely modifying the pointed arch in height and breadth from the original type. As I said, the Gothic and Norman struggled for supremacy during the twelfth century, the Gothic finally winning out about the beginning of the thirteenth century. The thirteenth was undoubtedly the greatest century in regard to the advancement made by ecclesiastical architecture. It was in in this century that the Gothic attain- ed its greatest perfection of design and detail. The Gothic ideas were so mar- velously applied during this period that it can be said now that no struct- ural problem had been left unsolved, or any feature of decoration or ornament had not been tried. But the feature, that more than any- thing else, tended to make these cathe- drals such wonderful specimens was the spirit in which they were erected. Most people nowadays think that only the larger cities had cathedrals; but this is erroneous, for on the contrary almost all the smaller cities had a ca- thedral which was the center of influ- ence not only religious, but also educa- tional in the town. The cathedral was the especial mark of distinction in each town, and a town was judged by its cathedrals. The buildings were not erected then, as they are now, by paid laborers who work not for the joy of accomplishment but solely to get money enough to buy the necessities of life for themselves and their families. In that time each town had its own artisans who built the cathedrals. Money was not the main object then 218 THE REDWOOD as it is now ; but the men worked with a religious zeal to erect wonderful edi- fices which should be consecrated to the adoration of the Creator. They wanted to see the cathedral in their town more grand, more massive, more beautiful than the one in the neighbor- ing town. The workmen went home at night to think of what they were going to do tomorrow to make their work more perfect. No detail in construc- tion or decoration was too trivial for them upon which to exert their utmost effort. Microscopic studies have even found beautiful designs on little pollen grains in some of the churches. So small are these carvings that without lens of high power they could not be seen. This and a hundred other things of a like nature go to show that the most perfect care was given to the minutest detail. With the artisans as well as with the builders the work they were engaged in was a work of love ; and it is this perfection of detail that has ren- dered the Gothic structures of the thir- teenth century the object of admira- tion of lovers of art the world over, and the object of despair on the part of architects at ever being able to re- produce the like. But as the unbounded faith of which Gothic architecture was the sign, be- gan to grow cold in the fifteenth and succeeding centuries, so also was this Christian architecture about to lose its vigor and exhaust itself. Coming into existence with the en- thusiasm of the Crusades the Pointed style seems to follow in its different phases the decline of faith in this pe- riod; as the extreme zeal and lofty faith on the part of the people began to decline so also did the period of de- cadency set in in the Gothic style. It is true, the age of deep faith which alone could prompt and erect such structures as the Gothic churches of the thirteenth century, has to a great extent passed away ; and commer- cialism has taken a deeper hold upon us, insinuating itself into practically every dealing between man and his fel- low men. It may be that the time will again come when men will think less of the glittering gold and the tinsel of worldly prestige; and will work and achieve for love of duty, of achieve- ment, and of God. Let us hope so ; but present indications by no means point that way ; rather is the arrow of human achievement directed more steadily than ever toward, personal agrandize- ment. But at least, the Gothic monu- ments of the past, with their towers and steeples pointed as fingers to Heaven, will remind us of a less commercial, though not less enterprising age, — the much-maligned thirteenth century, supposedly the darkest of the dark ages, — and at the same time will these structures serve our age and future ages with the admonition that true peace and achievement consist rather in devotion, service, and love of God. «J Unrntng § nn% 1ST, little birdlet, what is thy song, Whilst the sunlight plashes The marshy grasses With snowdrop and daisy in riotous throng ? Art wooing the shadows fleeting along To the nursling pines that with lullaby Croon to the waves and the cloudlets nigh ? Or is it a grace and a matin ' s hymn To the dew that the priestly stars, All consecrate spilt to the s calloped rim Of the golden chalice of the flowers? Speak, little birdlet, speak I pray, Why thy fair song at the dawn of day ? Not the shadow on the penciled hill, Nor the crooning pines and the lisping wave, Nor the poppy, nor silence sacred-still Doth the heart of the songster crave. The Mass bell sounded from the mist-crowned steep, And Heaven ' s great King came down On the lighted altar His court to keep With angels and saints around. So I sing my sweetest minstrelsy That to Heaven ' s realm again He may catch a strain of the melody, He placed in the world for men. 219 220 THE REDWOOD GODLESS EDUCATION In a recent number of one of our contemporary college magazines we read an article entitled The Universi- ty and Your Belief. It was in brief an inquiry into the number or average of our college men who find themselves tainted with Atheism. To three hundred students of this particular university, — we forbear to mention the name — the question was put as to whether or not they felt that their belief in God had been shattered during their stay at College, whether or not they felt that they were begin- ning to incline towards Atheism. Sev- enty-five of the three hundred replied that their college training had caused them to favor Atheism; two hundred and twenty-five answered that they felt no change in their religious belief. To put the matter briefly, one-fourth of the students questioned favored Atheism. Statistics are not at hand to enlighten us as to whether this would indicate the average of all the stu- dents at this particular university, or of the students attending all the secu- lar universities throughout the coun- try. However we waive that aside, as being apart from the subject; for we are not now concerned with precise statistics. It is the underlying princi- ple that we are now after. So we may consider this as a typical case; and likewise may we consider these three hundred students as more or less typ- ical of all students attending secular universities. One-fourth favors Athe- ism! But there is another point yet. The magazine in question goes on to say that over one-third of all those ques- tioned never gave the matter a mo- ment ' s consideration; that they had never stopped to consider for a mo- ment whether they have any religious persuasions or not. They were too busy, said they, with the practical and important things of life to worry about the ornamental trimmings. This makes the case even worse. As if forsooth belief in God, the immortal- ity of the soul, the future life of mis- ery or happiness, the Divinity of our Lord and the other beliefs of Christi- anity were not worthy of even a mo- ment ' s passing notice ! To such peo- ple these truths are like a piece of lace of my lady ' s evening gown. In their estimation this present life with its frivolities, its shams, its deceits, its sorrows, its paltry joys is the end — all of our existence. But the worst of it all is, that as a general rule a man does not change in his advanced years very materially from the course of his life he pursued in his youth. As the young tree is bent so will it grow. The boy is father to the man. The atheistic youth is the 220 THE REDWOOD 221 atheistic man, and the atheistic man in course of time becomes the atheistic father. A similar course of reasoning will hold good in the case of him who is indifferent to all religion. Nor does the evil stop here. He who tends towards disbelief in God, or who is entirely indifferent to all religious matters naturally has a poor code of morality. For him there is no just Judge who will one day require an ac- count of every idle thought, word and deed. For him there is no future life where everything must be paid even to the last penny. For him there will be no deep respect for his fellow men and women, founded on the knowledge that man is made to the image and likeness of God. And if a man has no supernat- ural moral code, founded on solid and eternal principles, such as every Chris- tian man is supposed to possess, he will either have no moral code at all, or one that is established and built upon the ephemeral tenets and formulae that are based upon and guided by the fickle conventions of modern society. And such moral principles, having only the respect of men, and not the love of God or even the fear of Him, to bolster them up, will sway, totter and fall, when the storms of temptation rise and the violent blasts of passion are loosed upon him. For if he who has all the aids of prayer and the frequent reception of the Sacraments to keep him on the straight and narrow path sometimes falls, what hope is there for him who not only has not these aids, but does not even care to have them? And this is what our godless modern education is coming to ! This is its re- sult; — Atheism, or at be st religious in- diff erentism ! And how long will the minds of the parents of college-going young men and women be ignorant of or indifferent to the dangers that be- set their own in the richly-endowed halls of the secular institutions of our modern twentieth century higher edu- cation? Joseph A. Oliver. WAR AND PROSPERITY What a spectacle does the face of Europe present today as contrasted with her aspect of a little over two years ago ! Place yourself upon some lofty mountain top from which your eye may be able to scan the state of Europe before the war and the condi- tion in which she finds herself today. Before the outbreak of this sanguinary conflict Europe was comparatively hap- py, and its inhabitants went about their daily tasks, humble though they be, to be rewarded at night with rest- ful slumbers. The inhabitants of one 222 THE REDWOOD race benefited by the achievements of the other. Young men went from country to country to acquire a broad- er knowledge in whatever subject they specialized. In one word peace and prosperity — the arts and the sciences reigned; all of which tended to raise civilization to a higher position. But it is a well known fact that wherever war has prevailed for many years, there industry and commerce have met with stagnation, the arts and sciences have met with a terrible set- back, and education has been neg- lected and ignored. The result has in- evitably been not only an arrest in the progress of civilization, but even abso- lute retrogression. So now in the face of this fearful loss of life, the disrup- tion of domestic peace, and the wanton destruction of property, I ask if it is not the duty of our country to do all in its power to put an end to this con- flict and to stay this awful carnage and destruction. In so doing not only would we be blessed by those suffer- ing on the battle field and away from it, but God Himself would reward our country with glory, prosperity and happiness. Blessed are the Peace Mak- ers! To be sure there are some even in our own land who will oppose peace, and bring every effort to bear ' to put off its realization to a distant date. For it is not to be expected that among the money-loving war stock speculators and the benign munition manufactur- ers there will not be found those who will discountenance peace. But let us remember that such a policy in the long run will not and cannot benefit our country. And if for no other reason then for this, that there is a just God who presides over the destinies of na- tions. But even from a purely commercial point of view, the selling of munitions is never going to spell prosperity for us. The manufacture and selling of im- plements of destruction does not make trade, and it is trade alone that cre- ates prosperity; for trade consists in the interchange of goods. Now there can be no exchange of goods when mu- nitions are the thing exported. Not only is there no exchange of goods, but the possibility of any future ex- change is absolutely precluded; for by our munition exportations those indi- viduals are killed who would manufac- ture and labor at goods for trade and exportation, and that property is de- stroyed that could produce other arti- cles of exchange. The manufacture of munitions produces destruction; trade brings about construction. A shell that costs, say, $1200, never pays for itself. It is a dead loss ; instead of producing articles that would pay for itself and more, as for instance a pump, a gaso- line engine, a loom would, it puts an end to human life and destroys prop- erty, paving the way only for a future debt. It is true that gold finds its way to our shores. But we cannot eat gold. One Midas once made an attempt at that, and we are told that he failed THE REDWOOD 111 miserably. What boots it to have all the gold in the world within our con- fines if we have nothing to eat? For in itself gold is useless. It is only good inasmuch as by means of it we can procure food, clothes and other neces- sities and comforts of life. But if those necessities and comforts are wanting, the gold is worth no more than sand. Of what use is it to the poor workman to see the gold coming in and the foodstuffs and materials for clothiug going out, to see the prices of our own provisions soaring ever up- wards, their supply diminishing, and the poor man ' s salary remaining ever the same? It is apparent to any thinking man that if things go on for a year or two more as they have been going for the past two years, the ghastly spectre of starvation will shortly be glaring our fair nation squarely in the eyes. Therefore I say, that even if no al- truistic motive urges us, but consider- ing our own internal prosperity and ex- istence as the adage about charity be- ginning at home teaches us, the United States ought to bend every effort to- wards putting an end to this man-kill- ing, trade-destroying, famine-produc- ing, barbarous, European conflict. Demetrio Diaz. PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past record University EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER CIRCULATION MANAGER - REVIEWS UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI ATHLETICS ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS ASSOCIATE EDITORS EXECUTIVE BOARD BUSINESS MANAGER J. CHARLES MURPHY - CLARENCE K. CANELO WILLIAM MULDOON LOUIS A. BERGNA EDWARD L. NICHOLSON R. CRAIG HOWARD JAMES R. ENRIGHT LOUIS T. MILBURN M. V. MERLE A.T. LEONARD G. A. NICHOLSON EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 50 a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL Sophomore Number Mark Twain tried to be a farmer once. In a let- ter to a friend he wrote that he was succeeding in making one blade of grass grow where two had grown before. This month the Sopho- mores have taken unto themselves the Redwood . Whether or not they have succeeded better than did Mark Twain in his experiment is for you to judge ; but we think that after perusing thoughtfully the varied contents of this number you will come to the con- clusion that the Sophomores, at any rate, have allowed no grass to grow under their feet. The Class Number idea originated in 1914 when the class of ' 18 put out the February issue of the Redwood . The venture proved so successful that 224 THE REDWOOD 225 the same class followed up with a So- phomore issue the following year. Publishing a book which is repre- sentative of the class is advantageous in many ways. It fosters class spirit, it unifies class endeavor and it directs class effort towards a common end. It means a deal of work to get out a class number. It means that the field of pos- sible contributors is limited to half a hundred men instead of extending to all the departments of the University. It means therefore that those particular men have to write. No matter into what state of life one may be thrown the ability to express one ' s thoughts well is always a distinct advantage. And as George Randolph Chester says, The only way to learn to write is to write. So the Sophomores have writ- ten, and if it be permitted we may pause to remark that they have done themselves proud. Peace Peace! as the tidings silence the strenu- ous cannonade, Peace at last is the bugle blast the length of the long blockade; And eyes of vigil weary are lit with the glad release, From ship to ship and from lip to lip it is peace, thank God for peace. These lines were written when the Great gray ships under Dewey steamed into New York harbor August 20, 1898. In stirring vivid language is told the wild joy of the people on hear- ing of the peace that had been declared. Three short years ago the world was ringing with much talk of peace. There could never be another war of any im- portance. Man was growing civilized, refined to a most wonderful degree. But then too the Titanic was unsinka- ble and Napoleon could never be sub- dued. They said that man wa s no long, er a savage beast relying on physical prowess to gain his ends. Man was changed. This attitude of the world in general serves to emphasize one of the fallacies of some of the modern schools of philosophy. They claim that now man is Different. And yet, the reeking battlefields of Europe seem to rise in mute protestation and say, No, Man has not changed. Behold his work. Behold the destruction he has left in his wake. Yes, there was much talk of peace. And yet the Great War came. Which, with its bloodshed, its ruin, its broken hearts and homes, simply goes to show that man ' s nature cannot be changed. For almost three years the greatest nations of Europe have been involved in deathly turmoil. And now again comes talk of peace. A solid and en- during peace would at present be the greatest benefit that could be bestowed on suffering humanity. But the meth- ods employed thus far have been dis- mal failures. The Hague Peace Tribu- nal is powerless. The Carnegie Peace Tribunal was a sham and the Ford Peace Party was the laughing stock of the world. Our own country seemed to be in a position to bring about peace; 226 THE REDWOOD but just a few days ago certain scan- dals leaked out in high official circles that will bring discredit upon us with the nations involved. They will not accept us as an impartial umpire. Let us turn back the pages of Time. In the olden days great nations fre- quently became involved in destruct- ive warfare. And when growing tired of bloodshed they looked forward to peace, whither did they turn their weary gaze ? They turned in hope and confidence to the Bishop of Rome, the head of the Church, as the one ruler in all the world who could profess abso- lute neutrality. And now times have changed; but the Father remains the same. And the logical man to talk terms of peace to the belligerents is the Pope. He ended the wars in the past. He can end the Great War. Spring has come around again, or it has almost come, and with it have come baseball, basketball and track. Spring Sports The prospects in all three branches of sport are almost unparalleled in the history of the school. In baseball we have about the best coach obtainable in Tubby Spencer. There is plenty of good material on hand and with his ability to develop baseball players, es- pecially pitchers, he is going to turn out a team which will clean up every- thing in line like the rugby team did. In basketball there are brilliant pros- pects with Otto Fritch, who has had much experience in coaching basketball and track, at the head of affairs. He will also look out for the track team. Only one defeat has been registered against the basketball quintet so far and this defeat was suffered at the hands of a team which has a national reputation. At that the score was not one-sided. Track has taken on a new life and with a first class coach in this line of sport a good all-around team should be developed. J. Charles Murphy. Of all the literary revo- Nassau Lit. lutions in college publi- cations that in recent years have come to our attention, none has struck us as being so altogether out of the ordinary as was the. departure taken by the December number of the Nassau Literary Magazine. The whole issue called the Chaopo- litan was given over to a burlesque of America ' s Greatest Magazine . But the idea was so novel, that revo- lutionary as it was, and so perfectly ri- diculous, we cannot in the least make up our minds to censure those literary radicals at staid old Princeton; but on the contrary we are most ready to ad- mit that the attempt was remarkably clever and by no means unsuccessful. In fact it is a long time since we en- joyed such a good laugh over what we have read. We actually laughed outright, or rather we indulged in boisterous cachinations of ribald laugh- ter. One does not have to cudgle his brains very violently to identify the writers who are parodied, in the Nas- sau Lit. Such fictitious names as Dr. Nerbert Crane, John Phlox Jr., Mrs. Wilson - Vanderwater - Glyn, Nellie Wheedles Pillbox, Robert W. Shame- less, Haggart Writer, Arter Y. Bleeds, Rosita Smythe will readily suggest the originals for whom they are intended. Unless we are quite mistaken, several of the articles seem to have eminated from the same pen; at least the turn of expressions would sometimes lead one to that belief. But they are good. Perhaps our literary taste is not of the highest, perhaps even, it is someAvhat vitiated that we should thus unreserv- edly praise that which many, guided by other and more conservative literary canons, will be sure to find fault with ; but we must acknowledge merit where we see it. And it strikes us that there was considerable merit both in the con- ception of the idea of the Chaopoli- tan and in the execution of the idea conceived. We do not know whether or not there was any purpose in this bur- lesque ; but to one of a thinking mind the idea will inevitably suggest itself that in back of all its fun the Editors of the Nassau Literary want us to re- alize that American taste for literature has indeed been sadly vitiated when 227 228 THE REDWOOD so many millions of American readers are captivated by the truck that is trundeled out to them by such peri- odicals as America ' s Greatest Maga- zine. Cleverness is the key- The Tattler note of the Tattler. Prom Youthful Ambi- tion to the last criticism in the Ex- change department this keynote finds expression. The contents are not num- erous but they are varied, which is more than can be said of the contents of many college monthlies. The tone of the articles and stories in general is light — almost frivolous, but not so with the verse. There are but two poems in the body of the magazine. The opening poem, Youthful Ambition , has a tendency towards verse libre as indeed has most of the verse coming under the head of Wise and Other- wise ; and we pause to remark that the first member of this appelation might well have been omitted. The ambitious little picture above mention- ed, has, however, a certain merit which is not to be gainsaid. The other poem, Manibus Date Lilia Plenis , is worth a bushel of ordinary college verse, and is far and away the best piece of liter- ature appearing in the Tattler. The lingering cadence and the beautiful sentiment combine to produce an un- pretentious little masterpiece. We quote the closing stanza: I would not know if far or near blind Pate hath led the way. (Alive or dead With Thee I tread The Road of Yesterday.) The two stories, Sarah Jane ' s Dis- covery and Summer Letters , the latter a hair-raising tale of the Dad- dy Long Legs variety, are exact oppo- sites. The former is the simple relat- ing of a plain incident — although an incident very important in the lives of those concerned. There is present the heart-catch that imparts the note of human interest and makes us want to read Sarah Jane ' s Discovery over a second time. American Apathy is serious, and after reading Summer Letters ' ' — which, you see, we read first — the more worthy composition seems rather dull. The thing the author is trying to say seems to be that Ameri- cans should take more interest in the World War that is engulfing Europe. We take issue with the fair author when she says that America is apathet- ic. Prom what we have seen and read of the attitude of the great American people we hold the opposite view. Chiefly About Bores is a discursive essay cleverly handled and deserving of commendation. The intricate knowledge and the frank expression of her views on the subject mark the author as one who has had considerable experience with the people treated of. Last, but by no means least we come to Summer Letters . Some parts are too good to let pass. For example, He is fat and red-headed, persistent in obvious THE REDWOOD 229 compliments, and his name is Ody (short for Odious). Today I was sit- ting on the bench at the spring with him, and a strand of hair from that braid I bought to make puffs got loose and crept down my dress. He seized upon it and vowed he would ever keep it in his watch. I didn ' t have the heart to tell him it was likely horse hair; perhaps he loves animals anyway. etc., etc. And How should a girl with a wrecked romance and a last failing faith in human nature write ? I fear I am a confirmed actualist from now on and will be an old maid. Never mind, though, I saw in the Sunday Il- lustrated Magazine yesterday an arti- cle about a girl who is leading a life of fame as ' The Queen Potato Grower of the World ' , and so I shall start my potato career as soon as I get home, which will be on this Tuesday. I am glad to come; this is such a tacky place. We refrain from comment as being unromantic and unchivalrous. William and A r her thin college Mary Lit monthly, but one well balanced and of high literary merit is the William and Mary Literary Monthly. The one story, The Box of the Magician , reminds us of Jules Verne and his Twenty Thous- and Leagues Under the Sea. This type of story is dull and interesting unless put before the readers vividly and impressively. The author has suc- ceeded to a marked degree in making his story an exemplification of these two necessary attributes. He has used with telling effect the art of conversa- tion. By this method he brings his characters directly before us although we must remark that the conversation at times seems unnatural and forced Unlike its clever sister, The Tattler the William and Mary Literary Maga zine relies for favor on its serious treat ment of subjects of peculiar interest Court Life in the Days of Queen Elizabeth gives us an interesting pic- ture of the English court, — of how the Queen tickled the neck of Leicester as he knelt to receive honor, or rapped out oaths with great vehemence when angered. The most noticeable feature of the essay is the ability of the author to choose those incidents which will be most interesting to the ordinary read- er; but the author jumps from one to another too quickly. An appreciation of the work and life of James Whitcomb Riley is given un- der the heading James Whitcomb Riley. It is interesting reading. In fact everything in the magazine is in- teresting reading, which is saying a great deal. A characteristic note is sounded when the author quotes : Lay out there and try to see Jes ' how lazy you kin be. Tumble round and souse yer head In the clover-bloom, er pull ' ' Yer straw hat across yer eyes And peek through it at the skies, Thinkin ' of old chums ' ats dead Maybe, smilin ' back at you 230 THE REDWOOD In betwixt the beautiful clouds 0 ' gold and white and blue. Month a man kin railly love — June, you know, I ' m talkin ' of. ' ' The One Poem Poets of the South ' ' is a novel subject as it is an interest- ing one, and deals not with those men who wrote only one poem, but with those whose work sometimes was vol- uminous but who wrote only one poem which has lived. We are introduced to some authors before unheard of and with some well known. We gained some knowledge by reading The One Poem Poets of the South. The poetry is mediocre, although there are some flashing descriptive passages in Night . For example As sweeping billows curl the tawny sand, and Bed lightning rushes o ' er the angry skies. Matoaka has an appropri- ate meter and presents to the imagina- tion several pretty pictures. U. of North Carolina A variety of contents lies before us in the University of North Carolina Magazine. But as the Editor remarks. The Magazine is extremely weak, poetically speaking. Through- out the length and breadth of its pages we can only find two attempts at verse. Attempts at verse, we said, but that was wrong, for both are examples of good college verse. The Little Brook- let is a translation from the German and has a fluent, appropriate meter and a daintily expressed thought. To Whom it May Concern is in the Scotch dialect and is rather clever. Of the short stories, Loving Vivian is the most original and the plot is well handled by the author, who is evident- ly no tyro at the game played in the story. The Picture has a time- worn plot but makes interesting read- ing for the way in which this plot is developed. It has the touch of Na- ture that makes the whole world kin and consequently is worth reading. The Triangle is a smart little play- let which involves some situations which induce laughter, in a way of speaking. Who I Am is a true ac- count of the life of a Freshman. ' ' The Gleam suffers from triteness but there is a good delineation of charac- ter which makes up for any deficiency in plot. A new idea to us is the publi- cation of various sketches of a more or less serious nature under the heading of Sketches . One of the most thoughtful of these is She which appealed to us strongly as setting forth food for profitable thought in a read- able form. It is not light . It is frank and open and says things in a straight-from-the-shoulder way that convinces one of the sincerity of the author. Some Reminiscences of Ser- vice in the Confederate Army we found to be interesting reading; for such a recollection of thrilling experi- ences which have been undergone by the narrator is bound to be. As a whole we found the University of North Carolina Magazine to be a sane, THE REDWOOD 231 well-handled, admirably balanced col- lege monthly. D ' Youville Magazine We like the D ' You- ville Magazine. Its sub- jects are always inter- esting and well-written and the attrac- tive cuts at the heads of the depart- ments and interspersed throughout the book always appealed to our sense of the aesthetic. There is a certain char- acteristic dignity and grace and an ex- quisite sense of proportion that we find in the same degree in no other of our exchanges. To pass judgment on all of the varied contents of the magazine would be an endless task, consequently we must limit ourselves to a few of the articles, stories and poems chosen at random. In the Spirit of the Orch- ard we find a gracious and delicately worded picture of the Goddess of the springtime. The first stanza, in our opinion, is the most widely suggestive. Have you seen her in the twilight At the springtime of the year — But happy they and few that find her there — Where the trees gleam Avhite In the deep ' ning purple night (And oh, her face is fair, very fair. — ) ' ' A-twining cherry-blossoms amid her dusk hair ? ' ' This is the best attempt at verse in the issue, although The Moon Maid with its true picture of The Path of Gold across the waters is not far be- hind. Conquering Fate is a true to life drama with an unsatisfactory end- ing — an 0. Henry ending, which makes the reader sorry for the disillusionized Eoger. Then there is a thoughtful essay on Virgil , the precursor of Christianity. The writing is evidently the result of much careful study and earnest prep- aration. Character Portrayal deals with this subject as applied to the novel and takes as examples Daniel Deronda and his feminine counterpart, Hilda of Hawthorne ' s Marble Faun. The author goes about her work in a businesslike manner and leaves the impression of having written something worth while. ........ We read the Williams T .. Literary Monthly from Literary .., . cover to cover without intermediary stops, which is a high compliment to the magazine. The po- etry we enjoyed immensely, which is saying a great deal more and we revel- ed in the fiction which is saying most of all. Of the verse we liked best Through an Open Window . It pre- sents striking, vivid pictures to the im- agination and although it lapses into mediocrity before it ends, nevertheless it has high literary merit. Christ- mas Eve treats an old old theme in a new way and Uberti ' s Loyalty gives a startlingly real representation of Uberti ' s fiery speech. Of the two short-stories we liked Evidence in 232 THE REDWOOD Hand as being the more faithful rep- resentation of the ideal short-story. The genial essays Of Christmas Trees and Streets and Midsummer Poli- tics give body to a number not only substantial but also interesting. E. L. Nicholson. BOOK REVIEW. Marie of the House D ' Anters, by Michael Earls, S. J. Benziger Bros., New York, $1.35. That Father Michael Earls is a poet, and one of the best and sweetest of American singers we long knew. And his verses we delight to read and ponder over. But we had never before knoAvn him as a novelist, although he might have written some novels which we have not come across. His latest book is Marie of the House D ' Anters . As the name indi- cates one will immediately judge that part of the plot is laid in France. And the surmise will be correct ; part of the plot is laid in France, and part in the United States, particularly in Boston. The story is of a young girl, whose mother or father she grew up without knowing, having been consigned by a heartless father to a Jewish Broker as a security on a large sum of money which the father wishes to borrow. He takes the money, leaves h is daughter to the Jew and is never heard of again. The girl grows up as the niece of the Jew. And it is not until the end of the story that she learns the truth about her father, and finds her mother living in France, when she goes over to visit an American family that have made money and have attached a title to themselves. A really refreshing vein of love runs through the book, (refreshing after wading through the unnatural love- trash of the modern novel and maga- zine), between Marie and a young Har- vard graduate, named Harry Crawford. The two of them are very sweet char- acters, and not overdrawn. For we have known girls as Marie and more than one such men as Harry. The book too takes more than one gentle rap at a good many of the con- ventions and tendencies of modern so- ciety; as for instance the cabaret, so- cialism, etc. By all means we recommend this most interesting and extremely well written book. The descriptive passages bespeak the poet. At times we could like a little more dialogue. But there is just one little thing we have to find fault with Marie for ; she is not inquisitive enough. We have three sis- ters, and applying the axiom, ex uno disce omnes we would say that they would have left no stone unturned to find out the mystery of who their father and mother were if they had been Marie. Marie is put off a little too easily. We recommend the book very highly, and it ought to find a large circle of readers. Joseph A. Oliver. Unitwssty Nntm It is now a month since Back Again the close of vacation, that sweet joyful pe- riod of rest and recreation , and the long faces of the mournful newcomers are slowly but surely regaining their proper expression. You are ere now deep in your stu- dies or you should be, if you are not. If you are wrestling with Xenophon, Cicero, or Horace, if you must use a pony to go galloping through your translations, why do so, keep several in the stable but be careful to lock the barn door, lest they escape. If you will cut your classes for the more pleas- ant, sunny parlors of the Infirmary and the delectable companionship of the good Brother Anthony, remember your final exam ' s and beware. The Co-op Store an- Co-op. Store nounces a change in the management. Fr. Sul- livan found that the duties of his of- fice would not permit him to give the proper attention to the store that it requires. As a result he has relinquish- ed the helm to Fr. Gianera who, as a gatherer of shekels is without a peer. Fr. G-ianera has broken in with a vengeance. He has remodeled the en- tire store, having fitted one half of the space with two pool tables and in- stalled D. Bubos Diaz as collector of any stray nickels that may linger un- der the cushions. Umbala Dana and Bag Mul- doon are behind the tamale stand, and the mere presence of these two idols of the campus is believed of itself to be sufficient incentive for the students to squander their money at the Co-op. .- . . The Mountain League Mountain . , T has once again been snatched forth from the deep recesses of inaction and placed upon the shrine of activity. Under the guiding and paternal vigilance of the c ombined celebrities its life and end will be magnificent. Don. D. Ponciano Diaz, late lacquey to William Jennings Villa, will, in a manner commensurate with his dignity, lead a contingent un- der his benefactor ' s patronymic. R. Craig Howard, a naval man of marine antecedents, has abandoned his mari- 233 234 THE REDWOOD time propensities to act as executive of an aggregation bearing the name of Dodos, his late flagship. Under the joint management of Mr. Gaffey, an aristocrat with the royal blood of both England and Spain oozing in his veins, and Belzirump Allah Punjab Dana, the eastern mystic, the outcome of their respective theories is universally con- sidered conducive to success. The re- markably smooth manner in which the intricacies of organization were over- come was due to the innate insight for finance in the person of the league ' s ecclesiastical exec utive, The Rev. W. Constantine Gianera. The same familiar House group of faces met the gaze of the Speaker, Rev. N. P. Bell, S. J., as he gave the call for order and opened the first meeting of the New Year. The meeting, though was strictly a business affair, in which the election of officers was the princi- pal feature; Cyrus Coyle was unani- mously re-elected clerk, Francis X. O ' Neil corresponding secretary. To have this department of the House pro- perly looked after, it is necessary that the holder of the honor be a talented and energetic man, and all feel sure that Francis X. will supply the de- mand. Frank Damrell was chosen treasurer, Rudie Scholz librarian, and the old reliable Dan Ryan sergeant at arms. Cyril Coyle and Frank O ' Neil were appointed as a committee to make arrangements for a banquet to be held in the near future. There are a number of sharped- witted debaters noted for their clever- ness and repartee in the House, who will no doubt offset the age and exper- ience of their older opponents in the Senate in the approaching Ryland De- bate. Basketball Court It is with much pleas- ure that the Student Body noted the altera- tions which have been made in the bas- ketball court. The team has long been handicapped by the need of a proper court. The baskets have been moved out from the wall and four nitrogen lamps which shed a very bright light all over the court, have been installed in the ceiling. A large bleacher section, which will accommodate from four to five hundred spectators, has taken the place of the old east-wall bleachers. The Student Body can now boast of the finest court it ever possessed. The improvements are due to the untiring efforts of the Vice-President, Fr. Sul- livan. Prep Association With apparently every Prep in attendance the High School Ath- letic Association held their meeting of the semester. The only business re- quiring immediate consideration was the election of officers. Bennie Wil- THE REDWOOD 235 liams, the pride and joy of Oxnard, was honored with the presidency. Os- car O ' Connor was selected for the po- sition of vice-prexy. To John Brooke went the pleasure of assembling the funds and doing all the necessary cler- ical work. Fr. McElmeel, the energetic moderat- or of the Preps , will handle the du- ties that fall to the lot of the business manager. The enviable record made by the Preps in football and the one they are making in basketball, presages a baseball team that will make every high school team in the vicinity hustle to come out on the long end of the score. The Redwood The Redwood staff notes with regret the withdrawal of Father Bell as Moderator, who, owing to not over robust health and to a great mul- tiplicity of occupations found the Redwood a little too much for his already overburdened shoulders. But we of the staff wish to take this oppor- tunity of thanking Father Bell for what he has done for us. In him we realized we had a man possessed of remarkably good literary taste and energy; and he was well versed in all departments of journalism. For, besides starting- The Gonzaga some eight years ago, and establishing it firmly as one of the best college magazines, he was also an edi- tor of ' ' America, ' ' the Catholic weekly. His place will be hard to fill. J. D. S. Fr. Peter M. Dunne, S. J., has been appointed to succeed as President of the Junior Dramatic Society Fr. Ed- ward J. Whelan, S. J. That the Socie- ty will prosper under its new director, as it never did before, there is no doubt whatever. The opening meeting for the new se- mester was held on the evening of the sixtenth of January. Election of offi- cers took place with the following re- sults : Vice-President, Mr. Leo F. Hick- ey; Secretary, Mr. Frank H. Damrell; Treasurer, Mr. Benjamin T. Williams; Sergeant-at-Arms, Mr. Bryan L. Byrne. Officered by men of this stamp the So- ciety looks forward to a year of great The topics selected for the approach- ing debates are of the greatest local and present-day interest. The union of San Francisco with Oakland and the other bay cities, the rivalry between Los Angeles and San Francisco — these give a suggestion of the fertile fields to be covered in future debates. Semi-public debates and prize debates will be occasional features. R. Craig Howard. AliVMNI • The Fathers wish to extend their thanks to the many Alumni who dur- ing the Christmas season were so thoughtful as to send greetings. It shows that the old Padres are not en- tirely forgotten by those who have gone out from these historic old halls. ' 86 Mr. Joseph McDevitt, ' 86, President of the Alumni, and George Woolrich, ' 86, were present at the laying of the corner- stone of the new Carmelite Monastery, here in Santa Clara. The ceremony took place on Dec. 17, 1916. Maurice ' Brien, pioneer ' 91 candy manufacturer and merchant of San Jose, father of Santa Clara Alumni, passed away at a ripe old age in the latter part of December. He was known as a capa- ble business man, a worthy citizen, and was highly respected in the community. James L. Atteridge, of the ' 06 firm of Cassin Atteridge, attorneys-at-law, San Jose, was recently appointed State Inherit- ance Tax Appraiser for the local Dis- trict. Cassin Atteridge are attorneys for the Southern Pacific Co. in the County of Santa Cruz, where they for- merly practiced. Both men are well known as Alumni of Santa Clara. ' 08 Blly McCormick, a colle- gian of ' 08, who for many years has been employed by the Bank of Italy in San Francisco, has been transferred to the San Jose branch where he occupies an advanced posi- tion. News from far off Belling- ' 10 ham, Wash., tells us that Vic- tor E. Salberg is quite a prominent business and sporting man of that town. He is manager of the Grand Union Tea Co., and it seems that his experience as a varsity ball player 236 THE REDWOOD 237 is serving him in good stead, for he plays short on the Bellingham team. Not only that, but Sally also wields a mighty pen as well as a mighty stick. For recently an article in a Bellingham paper declared that the reason for Stanford ' s defeat at the hands of San- ta Clara was lack of interest in Rugby at the Farm. At this Sally forth- with waxed wroth; and reaching for his quill, or his typewriter, or calling his stenographer, or something, (the report does not say specifically), he de- livered himself of a powerful article, which the paper published, on square dealing and good sportsmanship in gen- eral, punctuating his utterances with some certain well-aimed, peppery sta- tistics in particular. Good for Sal- ly . That ' s the spirit we like to see in the old boys. Word from Indianapolis in- Ex- ' IO forms us that on Nov. 11th, the day the Varsity stole a march on Stanford, Arthur Shafer stole a march on his old classmates by becoming a Benedict. The nunc Mrs. Shafer was the quondam Miss Gwendo- len Worthington, well known to a great many California people. The Shafers, as all know, are among the best known families of Southern California. While Arthur in particular made an enviable reputation for himself as a college ball player, and later on was a distinguish- ed member of the Champion New York Giants. But Art quit baseball and steeled himself against the most flat- tering offers of special silver-tongued envoys, who journeyed all the way to California to convince him that base- ball was the life . Arthur thought otherwise however, and betook himself to a life of business and of clipping coupons. The Redwood congratu- lates Tilly , as well as his young wife, who, we are told, is remarkably charm- ing. Harry Wolter, Ex- ' 10, has Ex- ' 10 been spending a good deal of the winter in Los Angeles; but in the early Spring he will join the White Sox. We are glad to hear that Harry is to move into the Big Brush again. That he knows baseball there can be no doubt, as the teams he turned out here when coach can amply testify. A Los Angeles correspondent writes: Harry is a welcome member to the Santa Clara crowd; and when we gather at A. G. Spalding ' s his addi- tions to our reminiscences are rich. 12 lations. Roy Bronson, we are told, has been recently blessed with a young son. Congratu- Dr. George A. Zorb, Ex- ' 12, Ex- ' 12 was recently appointed as- sistant surgeon at the Re- ceiving Hospital in Los Angeles. Dame Rumor, who is still about, has it that Tony , as he was known on the Cam- 238 THE REDWOOD pus, is fast becoming the Beau Brum- mel of the Rialto . And now that Ed. Lowe, ' 11, the handsome actor- man, has departed for the East, Dr. Zorb will keep Santa Clara at the top in this specialty. 12 A very grateful and interest- ing letter from C. M. Castruc- cio gives us some very good information on some of the old boys in and about the city of Los Angeles. His notes are being used to advantage in this issue. We wish that many other grads would drop us a line when they hear of, or run across old Santa Cla- rans. Believe me, we are always glad to hear from you. As for Cast , our present students from Los Angeles tell us that he is doing remarkably well at law, and is particularly popular with the members of his profession. The University in particular, has reason to thank Mr. Castruccio as well for his continued interest in the Old Place , as especially for the great work he is now doing in forming a Santa Clara Club of Los Angeles Old Boys . That it will be successful, as it ought to be with such men as himself, Giggs Donahue and Walt Jackson in back of it, there can be no doubt. Victor Chargin surprised 14 everybody quite recently, as the following article from the San Jose Mercury-Herald of Jan. 14th, will indicate: Old Mission Santa Barbara was the picturesque spot chosen by Miss Floy Welker of San Francisco for plighting her troth to Victor A. Chargin of this city and it was there the happy young couple was married Monday, January 8, by the Rev. Father Dominick, Fran- ciscan pastor of the Mission. Follow- ing the simple, but impressive cere- mony, Mr. and Mrs. Chargin departed on an automobile tour of- Southern California and, later on, will be at home to their friends in this city. The attractive bride is a talented so- ciety girl who was left an orphan by the death of her mother a few months ago and it is on account of her recent bereavement that a quiet wedding was planned. She is a graduate of the Dominican academy at San Rafael and also of the College and Conservatory of Notre Dame in this city. She is an exceptionally gifted pianist and is a great favorite in musical circles about the bay and will be a welcome addition to society and musical circles here. The bridegroom is the son of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph A. Chargin and since his graduation from Santa Clara Universi- ty has been associated with M. E. Ar- nerich in the realty business here. He is looked upon in the business world as an up-to-date, energetic young man for whom the future holds promise of a successful career. The entire student body wishes that Vic. and Mrs. Vic. will live long and prosper. THE REDWOOD 239 Jim Fitzpatriek has been ' 15 traveling around this little globe of ours since last June. He left Los Angeles for South Ameri- ca, where he visited several of the states, going in on the west coast and coming out on the east side. At pres- ent he is in New York, but he writes that in a few weeks he will sail for England. Some say his intentions are to enter the American Ambulance Corps. Someone suggested that Jim might want to start something. Ad. Canelo likewise is in New York; he is taking a post-graduate course in law at Columbia. ' 15 Emil Coschina has embarked for Arizona where he intends entering the practice of law; and being such a big, powerful man it is not unlikely that he will do a little mining on the side. Thomas de Ybarrondo Ex- Ex- ' 15 ' 15, and last year ' s football coach, is in Santa Rita, N. M. And let us say in parenthesis that in writing out his full title, Tommy prefers that you sandwich in the de between the front and the back part. It confers distinction, bespeaks nobil- ity, he says. At any rate Tommy is working hard, interested in mining, and playing baseball on Sundays as a side issue. Being particularly inter- ested in the success of the football team, he was overjoyed at hearing of the beating administered to Stanford. He said it proved that the fifteen that Pat Higgins turned out in ' 12 was not a bloomer. And in commenting on the team Tommy was full of adjectives. ' 16 David B. Draper, Alfred Kavanagh and James C. Coyle, A. B., men of ' 16, leave the first of February for St. Louis University, where they will con- tinue the study of medicine. They will not be lonesome at St. Louis, for there will they be classmates with Ed- die Amaral and Pete Marenovich, Ex- ' 19. It is rumored that all four intend having regular Santa Clara reunions in conjunction with Fathers Eline, Crow- ley and McCummiskey, old Santa Clara professors , who are studying theology at St. Louis. Ignatius O ' Neil, alias Bud ' 16 of last year ' s Engineering Class is at present spending a few days in our midst. He has been doing a great deal of surveying on his father ' s cattle ranch in Oregon since graduation, and now is on his way to Davis Farm to take a course in sheep and cattle. The friends of Walt Jackson, Ex- ' 17 Ex- ' 17, will be pleased to learn that he has purchased a block of stock in the Vernon Team 240 THE REDWOOD of the Pacific Coast League. It is said that he owns one-third of the entire stock and has been appointed Secre- tary-Treasurer. That Walt will make good there is no doubt ; for besides hav- ing an amiable personality he is a dopester of the first rank. We expect to hear of him as being a coming Con- nie Mack, or a Mugsy McGraw. Jack Pye, who left college with Bate, in order to return to their home in Australia, and with the purpose of en- listing, is already at the front. Re- port reached us that he was wounded. In fact it was even said that he had been killed, but that was later contra- dicted. It seems hard however to get any reliable information in regard to him. Arthur Bate has entered the Ex- ' 18 Aviation Corps of the Aus- tralian Volunteers and is soon to set sail for the front to aid in fighting the Kaiser. Raymond Durney, Ex- ' 18, is Ex- ' 18 at present studying at Ford- ham University, New York. Chester Palmtag. I ■■■ ■I VTT ■ r u 2 _ 2 ? |X| j o I- ™ III in £  in n 2 o S D IL tl 3 5 I ir ui ° Q6L BASEBALL NOTES. With a perfect record completed in football the Varsity baseball aspirants are strongly endeavoring to establish a similar record. Manager Aurrecoechea has arranged a weighty schedule of games, and with the present material from which to se- lect a team, prospects are indeed bright for a successful season. As our tutor and coach we find Mr. Edward Spen- cer, better known in baseball circles as Tub Spencer. His immediate ac- quaintance has made him a dear friend to every member of the Faculty and Student Body, and we feel confident of his ability to place a team on the dia- mond that shall continue to uphold the reputation established by previous Mis- sion Teams. Spencer himself has had a varied and notable career in professional base- ball. Last season he was the principal catcher of the Detroit Americans, and his wonderful receiving and batting won many a game for his club. Base- ball fans and scribes often said if Spencer was not compelled to play the bench for a while on account of an in- jury received, his team would have been the world champions in 1916. On returning to California he brought with him the phenomenal bat- ting average of .370, thereby leading the Pacific Coast representatives of the American League, and closely fol- lowing the averages of Ty Cobb and Tris Speaker. On the pitching staff we are ably represented with a veteran trio in Leo- nard, Pitzpatrick and Hickey. Pratt and Farwell are catchers of consider- able ability. In the infield we find Bensberg, Rooney, O ' Neil, Maher and Connors, while Desmond, LeBourveau, Scholz and Milburn are chasing flys in the outfield. Other recruits showing form are Berg, Nichols, Larrey, Farwell and B. Williams, captain of last year ' s Preps. 241 242 THE REDWOOD Santa Clara 7 Olympic Club 5 The Varsity inaugurated its 1917 Baseball season by defeating the Olym- pic Club by a score of 7 to 5. In the third inning the Varsity tal- lied three runs, when Hickey hit for two bases, Rooney singled and stole second. Both runners scored on Mil- burn ' s single into left field. Maher scored Milburn on a double. In the fifth inning Desmond scored Maher and Rooney on a two-base hit into right field. The score: SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A E Rooney, 2b 5 2 2 13 1 Milburn, cf _ 5 12 10 Bensberg, IB 3 2 17 1 O ' Neal, ss 3 3 1 Maher, 3b 3 12 10 Connors, If 3 2 Desmond, rf 4 2 Pratt, c 4 10 11 Hickey, p 4 12 10 Totals 35 7 12 12 8 4 OLYMPIC CLUB. AB R H PO A E Tramutola, rf 3 110 Hart, cf 5 2 Cullen, If 5 1110 Norton, lb - 5 119 10 Benn, 3b 3 2 10 3 Rippon, ss 4 10 2 2 Maloney, 2b 4 12 2 1 Harrington, c 5 110 Medcraft, p 10 110 AB R H PO A E Morrissey, p 2 4 2 Horredge, p 2 2 11 Totals 39 5 6 24 13 2 Santa Clara 2 Maxwell Stars 1 In one of the best played games wit- nessed on the local diamond this sea- son, the Varsity won a hard fought con- test from the speedy Maxwell Club by a score of 2 to 1. Oescheger of the Philadelphia Na- tionals, opposed Fitzpatrick of the Col- legians, and both pitchers twirled good ball. The Varsity scored in the first in- ning when Bensberg hit sharply into left field and scored on O ' Neil ' s sin- gle. The next run came in the fifth inn- ing when Milburn reached first safely, stole second and third, and scored on Bensberg ' s sacrifice hit. For the visitors Zamlock, Fitzsim- mons, Oescheger and Devine played well while the Varsity played as a unit, taking advantage of every play. Coach Spencer is well pleased with his proteges, and when the Varsity op- poses the Chicago Cubs and San Fran- cisco Seals everyone is expecting close and exciting contests. The score: SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A E Milburn, cf 3 110 Bensberg, lb 4 116 O ' Neil, ss 4 13 2 THE REDWOOD 243 AB R H PO A E ii n g qualities as a tutor in both basket- Le Berveau, If 3 ball and track. The enviable record as Maher, 3b 3 12 1 a coaen throughout the southern part Desmond, rf 3 3 of the state speaks of his thoroughness. Scholz, 2b 3 2 10 Mr. Pritsch is a tireless worker, well Pratt, c ■- 3 13 versed in the finer rudiments of the Fitzpatrick, p 3 2 11 game, and as conscientious a man as m ever guided the destiny of rising ath- Totals 29 2 5 169 2 u m . . . . A , letes. Otto, not only looks after the MAXWELL STARS. physical well-being, but the moral as . „ T „ „ well of the men under him. AB R H PO A E Murphy, 3b 2 10 Santa Clara 23 Oakland Y. M. C. A. 26 Goodwin, ef 2 Imm ediately following our return to Fitzsimmons, ss 400420 -u -, , -v -a tj „ , , „ ' school after the Xmas Holidays, the Zamlock, 2b 301020-,,... , . , . , ' .„ ' , . . . . . Varsity journeyed to Oakland where Gay, If 400001 ,. , , - , , ■, -tr ' ,, -. Devine rf 2 they met the s P eed Oakland Y. M. C. Remme ' r, c 11.1.11 3 1 1 A Quintet Xt was a sna PP y ame fill Osgood, lb 3 17 ed Wlth thrilling plays. The Varsity is Oescheger p 3 2 to De commended on the article of bas- Smale cf 10 ketball they played against this noted aggregation. Totals 27 1 2 12 7 2 Don and Bensberg played a good game for Santa Clara, while Hjelte BASKETBALL NOTES. and Waddell stared for the Oakland- Likewise in basketball we find a ers. formidable quintet representing the A return game shall be played in the Red and White, and a casual glance near future, and we expect a Santa over the members of the team will find Clara victory, players of coast-wide reputation. rphe ne up . Among the veterans who are display- ing usual form in throwing baskets are Santa Clara Pos. O. Y. M. C. A. Bensberg, Korte, Palmtag, Vicini, Fow- Don Forward Street ler, Gardner, Muldoon, and Scholz, Berndt Forward Olafson while among the new material, Don and Vicini, Muldoon Center Hjelte Berndt are in a class by themselves. Palmtag, Korte Guard Loughland Otto P. Fritsch, our newly appointed Bensberg Guard Waddel coach, comes to Santa Clara with ster- Louis T. Milburn. 244 THE REDWOOD PREP NOTES. BASKETBALL. Considering that the Preps ' daily practice has been considerably broken into by the Christmas Holidays, never- theless thus far in the season they have done very well in their basketball con- tests. Up to date they have won five out of eight games. The season was inaugurated by a de- feat at the hands of San Jose Normal, who, being of a class higher than high school, are on more of a par with the Second Varsity. Preps 59 Los Gatos High 21 The Preps in their second game retal- iated by forcing the Los Gatos High to undergo a severe beating. But in spite of the score rolled up by our young- sters, there was considerable ragged playing manifested on both sides. Of our lads Fellom, Horton and Cupid Perrario had the most license to take off their hats and bow to the audience. Of the opponents Briggs made himself the most conspicuous. The line up was : Preps. Los Gatos Moran Forward Feathers Ferrario Forward Briggs Horton Center Curtis Hiller, Scott Guard Berryman Blair, Bergin Guard Mullan Preps 26 San Jose High 22 The Preps tied another scalp to their belt when they defeated San Jose High on the University court. This game showed marked improvement on the part of the Preps, and was marked by flashy passes, good dribbling and ac- curate shooting on both sides. In fact it was anybody ' s game until the last minute ; and even when time was called at the end of the second half the play- ers did not know who had won. At half time San Jose led by the score of 11 to 10; and the Garden City lads kept up their lead until the last five minutes of play, when the Preps took a shot of hop, pulled themselves to- gether and handed the short end of the score to the San Jose boys. In this game Senor Ferrario, Hiller and Hor- ton looked best at ringing them. Preps 30 College of Pac. Academy 4 The Preps not only defeated, but played rings around the College of Pa- cific Academy in a slow and uninter- esting game, made so on account of the one-sidedness of the combat. The U. P. hopefuls showed no team work, and their four scores were made on fouls ; not a field goal did they shoot. Speed- ometer Moran loomed conspicuously above the horizon as the particular scintillating luminary on this auspici- ous occasion. Preps 46 Campbell 33 A week previous to this game the Campbellites dished out a most charm- ing defeat to the Preps ; but the never- say-die youths of ours turned the scales on Campbell, and quite walked away with them in a battle in which Camp- bell calmly turned up her toes with • hHl ' -■■■ ■:■ :■• ' . o- ' -i H KI ! J « jSP . : : K i ■ tM B B ' is H| PREPS I fpflEPS , VPREPS |1 [ P« Ep S j f PREPS ,pe-E«l k||H jM Li ijj I J 1 ■ ' . .■ .. ' . v SKBt- . . ■  _ „ . UPPER: ' PREPS LOWER; MIDGETS THE REDWOOD 245 scarcely a struggle. Oliver of Camp- bell, who in the previous game made 33 points was consistently dogged, hound- ed and wolved by Hiller, the not-slow guard. Another defeat and a victory and you have the result of the games play- ed up to the time that we go to print. The Preps journeyed to Los Gatos where they suffered a defeat at the hands of the Los Gatos High quintet whom they had so handsomely trimmed a week or two before. Unaccustomed to an open air, dirt court, the Preps who play pretty much of a dribbling game, were lost ; and to this fact is due in great part their poor showing. Their last victory was had from Santa Clara High to the tune of 28 to 18. In this game all the Yannigans were given a chance to show their worth and met- tle. As an assistant coach Don Demetrio Dumpie Diaz, the phenomenal foot- ball and basketball player, who is in- capacitated from playing with the Varsity this year owing to his foot- ball head , has offered his invaluable services. So, under the guidance of such an experienced and brainy coach, (Moose Korte to the contrary not- withstanding), we naturally expect a remarkable improvement and excep- tional achievements on the part of those same Preps. It is rumored that Dumpie is going to teach Bull Fight- ing, Bull Throwing and Tamale Mak- ing on the side. BASEBAL. The Preps ' prospects for baseball are promising indeed. The veteran ap- ple-tossers of last year ' s aggregations are Foley, Berg, Fitzpatrick, Heafey, Williams Bros., Ben and Rich. These, in conjunction with the new material, of which there seems more this year than ever before, will make a team that on paper at least will seem unbeatable in the high school world. So all de- pends now upon the enthusiasm of the individuals and the manner in which they turn out for practice. MIDGET BASEBALL. Likewise the Midgets have a copious supply of new material, likely to be of use towards the strengthening of that team which in past years has been the speediest and headiest little ball club around these parts. MIDGET BASKETBALL. The sturdy little Midgets thus far have a clean record, having emerged victors from each of the eight frays they have taken part in. And every team they tackle outweighs them to a man. The absence of Jack Haley, their center, who is confined to his home with pneumonia, (but who, according to recent reports is getting along nice- ly), has put quite a crimp in the team, as it necessitated a general shift- ing of positions. Jesse Woods has proven himself to be possessed of the best eye for the bas- 246 THE REDWOOD kets ; while when it comes to guarding, Captain Gus O ' Connor and McCarville are about unbeatable. The little chaps are working most consistently, shoot- ing baskets at all odd moments; for their ambition is to pass a season with- out a defeat. Last year St. Ignatius beat them, but to a man they claim that this year a repetition of the same feat will be impossible. The results of their games are as fol- lows: Midgets 31, Sodality Club 11. Midgets 39, San Jose Y. M. C. A. Jrs. 19. Midgets 46, Midgets 68, Sodality Club 18 U. of P. Academy 2nds, 18. 18 Midgets 22, San Jose Y. M. C. A. Jrs. Midgets 24, U. of P. Academy 2nds. 16. Midgets 28, Midgets 25, 23. Haywards High 18. U. of P. Academy lsts, Ben. T. Williams. CONTENTS Across the miles (Verse) THE SPIRIT OF ' 16 HEROES OF LEPANTO (Verse) AROUND THE SQUARE THE WHITE CROSS THE MISSION BELLS (Verse) A FLASH IN THE DARK A MODERN DIANA A DREAM (Verse) THE RING OF PEARL Silence (Verse) NERO ' S YOUTH AND MANHOOD THE PUBLICAN EDITORIALS EXCHANGES UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI ATHLETICS J. Charles Murphy J. Charles Murphy Albert Quill Edward L. Nicholson Ruddy J. Scholz William Muldoon Hilding Johnson Daniel J. Ryan J. Charles Murphy Paul E. Dolen Ed. Caldwell A. V. Prothero J.Charles Murphy 247 248 256 257 259 264 265 269 277 278 284 285 289 294 297 299 301 306 JUNIOR CLASS Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., MARCH, 1917 No. 5 ' VE traveled all around this world and many sights I ' ve seen, From Northern Star to Zanzibar and all the lands between ; From Northern Star to Zanzibar I ' ve dared Earth ' s deadly wiles — Old friend of mine, a handshake across the Silent Miles. The wanderlust has left me, pal, it ' s like the ocean foam, That flashes and is gone again, and now I ' m going Home. For often when the little stars are singing in the sky We love to linger in the dusk and dream of days gone by, I ' ve felt the thrill of Circumstance go throbbing through my veins, I ' ve moved in courts of Emperors and slept in tropic rains ; In every corner of this sphere, old Friend, I ' ve found it true That those who wail are those who fail, so here ' s a health to you. For I recall your merry laugh, your ringing voice I know, I summon from the shadowy Past the scenes of long ago ; And when the long, lean Tears stalked by, and when the stately Sun Seemed hid from view, I thought of you, forgot to sigh, and won. I ' ve wandered all around this world, and many sights I ' ve seen, From Northern Star to Zanzibar and all the lands between ; From Northern Star to Zanzibar I ' ve dared Earth ' s deadly wiles — Old friend of mine, a handshake across the Silent Miles. J. CHARLES MURPHY The Spirit of ' 16 J. Charles Murphy. OMPANY, Atten-chawn. Right shoulder. H-h- arms, and the new com- pany, freshly uniformed, scrambled to obey the sharp order. But scram- ble is not the right word to use. The new compa- ny tried to scramble to obey the stac- cato command. The result, as might be expected from a company of raw re- cruits, was chaos. The guns went up alone and in bunches, like quail from a clump of sagebrush. Some went up to the shoulder in an orderly, approved manner, indicating previous training on the part of the successful manipu- lator. Others went up in a variety of ingenious ways. Some had the barrels pointed to the ground. Some of the men were struck motionless and stood, open-mouthed, looking up the crowded files to see what everyone else was do- ing. What I did I cannot tell, but I saw stars. I was suddenly and quite informally introduced to the butt of a Springfield. The butt was made of some hard substance, presumably wood, and I immediately concluded that the man next to me had had no previous military training. The dumbfounded ones were helped along and after a time each shining 248 musket rested on a sore right shoulder. The maneuver was gone through again — and again — and then again, and fin- ally, after an interminable blundering session Squads right was shouted and Company A of the United States Military Training Camp at Mon- terey, California, was off for a prelim- inary march. Men from three states, twelve hun- dred of them, were congregated there to learn the rudiments of warfare, to show their belief in the maxim In time of Peace prepare for War, to help Uncle Sam in his determined move for preparedness. To speak plainly, they were a freaky looking lot that first week. Tall and short, fat and lean, young and old, bow-legged and knock-kneed, they formed a body which might be mistaken for a conglomera- tion of Horribles. And when the man- euvers started, when Left Oblique or Order Arms startled the cocked ears of the embryo soldiers, the result was terrifying. An ordinary trained soldier would have dropped dead at the sight. But our captain and lieutenant, and in fact each one of the officers who had in hand the task of moulding this unordered mass into a solid, well-drill- ed regiment, was more than a trained soldier. He was a Job to boot. Limit- THE REDWOOD 249 less patience was necessary, boundless good nature was everywhere in evi- dence, and this spirit of good-fellow- ship, this habit that everyone had of wanting to help everyone else, was, I think, the keynote of the wonderful success of the 1916 Military Training Camp at Monterey. Add to this the generic trait of determination and the way to an understanding of this short treatise lies open. It is quite impossible to give an ade- quate idea of this encampment. First, of course, everyone has heard of the Plattsburg Camp, which, attended by men from every walk of life, was the ancestor in a direct line of every other Military Training Camp. With govern- ment sanction and with government- aid and instruction, these trail-blazers lived for one month — and one month is the ordina ry length of these instruc- tion camps — they lived the life of a soldier. They marched, they learned to execute the manual of arms with fa- cility, they dug trenches, they built bridges, they were taught how to han- dle a rifle — in short they did almost everything which a soldier would be called upon to do in actual warfare. The Training Camp idea grew, and in 1916 California contributed her meed to the cause of national defense by in- stituting the Military Training Camp at Monterey. It was my good fortune to have been a rookie and to relate a few of the many experiences under- gone is all that is possible to be done in the brief space allotted me. I shall never forget that first morn- ing. I woke up feeling cold, and my drowsy senses began to perceive things. My hand perceived that the gray army blanket was wet with fog. My ears perceived the far off roar of the tumb- ling sea. My eye perceived that all was dark and that I was protected from the sky not by a ceiling but by the roof of a tent. And putting all these things together I awoke to a realization of the fact that I was not in my bed at home, but in a strange land, surrounded by strange sounds and strange compani- ons. It seemed like Treasure Island or Robinson Crusoe , but just then one of my tent mates — for there were six fellows in each tent — began to speak and occupied my attention. And then reveille sounded. Reveille is the curse of the soldier ' s life. It is like the first bell in the morning here at Santa Clara, but it is more strident, more insistent. It breaks in on your tired consciousness. If you do not jump out of bed within a minute after reveille there is little chance of your being in ranks on time — unless you have slept with your clothes on, as some of the civilian soldiers did. And if you are late in ranks a penalty awaits you, you are a K. P. for that day. K. P. stands for kitchen police and means one who shovels the hash and beans and potatoes out of the bar- rels and delivers them to his voracious comrades. But the government feeds its men well. There was nothing to 250 THE REDWOOD kick about both in the quantity and the quality of the grub . The first week was hard for every- one concerned. The officers found it necessary to feel out their compa- nies, that is to see just how many of the rookies under their command had served in ranks before. A fair percentage of the men had never be- fore handled a gun. Consequently the first days were days of routine and constant drilling. But the novelty of the whole affair drove away monotony. After all it was not so bad to get up at 5 :15 in the morning, to go through fif- teen minutes of brisk setting-up exer- cises, and then after ten minutes to wash and march in ranks to a hearty mess. At Monterey everyone felt like eating and everyone ate. That first week there were sore shoulders and sore feet. There were sore legs and sore arms. But everyone was laughing at his neighbor and in this way forgetting his own troubles. There were few wonderful things ac- complished the first week. But every- thing was new and consequently inter- esting. But some extraordinary things did happen. We were shot many times each day. I d on ' t mean shot with a rifle and I don ' t mean shot in the or- dinary way. I mean shot with came- ras. Photographers were hid behind every bush and they took innumerable shots at this grotesque army. Everyone wishing to do so was also urged to get shot — with typhoid antitoxin. One of the most interesting sights in the camp itself was the mess tent. The keynote was cleanliness and not a fly was to be seen although it was the sum- mer season. The mess tables were cov- ered with oilcloth and were long enough to accomodate fifty men on each side. A table was allotted to each company and four companies messed in one tent. The kitchen was behind the mess tent and the Kitchen Police hustled back and forth with the food for the hungry multitude. These waiters were assign- ed the position on successive days, in alphabetical order. Those committing some breach of the regulations were assigned the position on the day their breach occurred. The food was served on immense platters. There was a great variety of food. Everything was served from beans to stewed figs. For Uncle Sam evidently believed that in order to have an efficient soldier he must have a well fed man. As the days advanced the work grew more complicated and more interesting than ever. The Aviation Corps was separated from the regular regiment. This Corps was practically a separate unit and to join this branch knowledge of engineering was required. In fact one had to be something of a specialist along these lines. When the members of the civilian army had attained a certain efficiency — when they would no longer stop to ponder when Present Arms was shouted, the real work of the camp be- gan. General Bell, the sponsor of the camp, in his introductory address to the THE REDWOOD 251 men, who sat on the ground round about the platform, said that much was expected of the men who attended this camp, for they were of a class which was credited with a high degree of in- telligence. He said that there would be work and plenty of it, and his pre- diction came true. He said that this training camp was one of his pet ideas, and that its success depended on the individual efforts of every man pres- ent. General Bell ' s words were greeted with loud cheers, for the veteran sol- dier was and is one of the idols of the Western Division of the army. The first regimental parade must have been a gratifying sight to the eyes of the old master as he rode back and forth in front of the new regiment, sitting straight on his prancing charg- er. After the first parade and during the maneuvers the movie men were on hand. The parades were held on the polo grounds and each week in the maneuvers a great improvement was noted. One day the civilian army was marched out onto a sandy field and each squad of eight men were provided with a pick and three shovels. The trench-digging time had come. The ground was sandy but beneath the sur- face it was hard enough. The men were worked in turns, and were reliev- ed every half hour. At the end of a hard day ' s labor by the whole twelve hundred men an elaborte system of sure enough trenches had been con- structed. They were the kind being used in the present war. There were fighting trenches and communicating trenches, and the whole regiment was given the opportunity to crawl through them before the battle in which the trenches were used by a defending com- pany. But the trenches themselves — they were about five feet ten inches in depth and there was about a mile and a half of them, not in a straight line, but winding in every direction. The main trench facing the position of the enemy was guarded by sand sacks thrown up in front. Then there were peep holes through which a rifle could be poked. Black dirt was thrown over the white sand to make the trenches invisible to the supposed ene- my. In front of the main trenches were the obstructions. There were abattoirs, which are mean little pit- falls with a sharply pointed stick in the middle. They are covered over with light brush and have been known to be very effective in stopping the onrush of an advancing army. Then there were the caval ry obstructions which consisted of sharp pointed trees — noth- ing less — which were intended to im- pale the onrushing chargers. Then there were wire obstructions which would entangle men like a spider web would a fly. When the trenches were completed a great battle was fought. One company occupied the trenches and another com- pany attempted to take them. When the order to charge was given we rush- ed on like charging demons and the command was shouted Fire at will. 252 THE REDWOOD The whole company advanced until the enemy fire became dangerous and then a portion of the men would crouch and fire while the rest reloaded and pre- pared to rush. It was actual warfare except for the bullets. It was consid- erable fun to take a pop at a project- ing head, to lie down, run forward, and then lie down to take aim and kill off another of the enemy. If our men had wrought the destruction which they claimed they had, there would have been no opposing army left to tell the tale. When we were within a hun dred feet of the trenches Fix Bayo- nets was shouted. Those following moments will remain forever fixed in my memory. It is a terrible thing to charge an enemy with a bayonet sharp as a razor, even though the enemy is still furlongs away and even though one is aware that the referee ' s whistle will smind when one is within fifteen feet of the foe. So we charged over the even ground and everyone was shouting Get ' em fellows and Kill ' em dead and We got ' em now . And the shouts were too grim and too realistic to be laughed at. It is a fear- ful thing to crush a gun in a sweating hand and rush towards a steadfast foe even though the foes are in reality friends. I cannot tell the result of the battle for I never heard the referee ' s report. Another day the regiment was taken to a forest away back in the hills. The object as given out by our captain was to build a bridge. After three hour ' s weary uphill march the tired army reached the forest, panting. The noon- meal was carried in the knapsack and consisted of a light lunch of sand- wiches and fruit. The work of hewing down the forest was well under way by noon-time, and the sound of axes wielded by husky arms died away and all lay on the cool grass of the forest for the mid-day repast. The bridge was a wonder. There was not a nail used in its construction. The great logs which served as a sort of foundation were held in place by thick ropes and when the bridge was com- pleted the ropes were removed. Two rookies on top of one of the top-pieces ran across two parallel beams and one of the fellows caught his khaki pants on a projecting twig with disastrous re- sults. After that — I mean after the completion of the bridge, it was blown into a thousand pieces with nitro-tol- uol, and the echo resounded through the deep forest for miles. Another day the rookies were taken to the rifle ranges and were taught how easy a thing it is to learn to shoot a rifle reasonably straight. For one whole day nothing was heard but the constant pop, pop, spatter, bang of Springfield, and each man was taught how to hold his rifle in the sling, provided for carrying the rifle. The sling when adjusted properly is useful to hold the gun while shooting and the instrument is held as in a grip of steel. There were practices at three hundred yards and five hundred yards. There THE REDWOOD 253 were practices standing, kneeling, ly- ing and sitting. And there were rapid fire practices. This latter class was most difficult of all. A full minute was given to fire ten shots. During this minute the man shooting was also required to reload his gun. It is but the work of a second for a trained man to reload an army rifle, but an amateur is liable to jam a finger or get the car- tridge clip caught in the breech. At noon-time the lunches were extracted from the knapsacks after the company had fallen into ranks and had stacked arms. Many good scores were made and at the end of the encampment a competition was held. The ten best shots in each company were allowed to compete for valuable prizes. The Springfield army rifle is the most powerful and most efficient army rifle in existence. Each man was re- quired to have his gun shining inside and out at all times and it was no easy task to clean the dirty barrel when it had become sufficiently black. For one who knew how to care for a rifle it was easy, but for a beginner to take apart and reassemble the intricate parts was more than a five minute job. When the operations were carried on in the sand it was particularly hard to keep the rifles clean for the gritty sand worked into the barrel and made the working parts hard to operate. The last week of the training camp was the most strenuous of all, but all of the men were hardened by the long marches and that last long hike of sev- enteen miles, accomplished in five hours, with a load of forty good pounds on the back as well as a heavy gun, was the most strenuous, prolonged test which I had ever undergone. We slept out in dog tents that first day of the two-day hike. We marched ten miles and routed the enemy — the regular sol- diers, four hundred of them from the hills back of Monterey. We shot them in the eyes, in the ears, in the noses, in the backs, we bayoneted them and rushed them before us — and at the end the referee said we had won, which was some consolation. We marched along the beautiful Monterey Seven- teen Mile Drive as far as Pebble Beach and there on a broad field the weary regiment bivouacked for the night. The Rookies ate from their field sets and regular soldier ' s fare was served. A line was formed before the immense cans of food and each man in turn was allotted his share. One could get all the Repeats he wanted — provided the food held out, which it usually did. 1 have not the space necessary to pic- ture the encampment, but suffice it to say that the lines of dog-tents support- ed by bayonet and rifle formed a pic- turesque sight. When taps sounded that night over the tranquil scene there was hardly a man awake to behold the moonlight flooding the silvery waves below, or to hear the roar of the sullen breakers, and hardly one ear caught the sharp command of the sentry Halt! Who goes there? breaking in on the stillness of the night. The heroes of 254 THE REDWOOD Company L were the fall guys that night — if the expression be permitted. Through the long watches (they often consulted their watches), I say, through the long watches of the night they patrolled the boundaries of the tented city. They were somewhat gruff about it too, but they cannot be blam- ed. I, with several others was walking into camp earlier in the evening when I felt a something sharp like a pain in my back, low down — a low down trick. A sentinel was about to murder me with a bayonet until I had answered a ques- tion to his complete satisfaction and edification. And that wonderful march the next day. I think the Seventeen Mile Drive is the most beautiful roadway in the world. A heavy pack and a gun made the march a heavy one but I for one was glad at any expense to travel along this beautiful ocean highway. At sev- en the civilian army broke tents and at a quarter of one, after six hours of hea- vy marching, worn in spirit and in body the regiment dreAV into the grounds of the Hotel Del Monte, half a mile from camp. Some had dropped out, long ago. Some had succumbed to the heat. But good old Company A, the babies, the nurslings, laughing stock of the whole regiment, for it contained the youngest members of the camp, did it- self proud. Not a man fell out. Every mother ' s son of them with company spirit had stuck to the tedious journey. Right here something happened. You see there are two ways to reach the Training Camp after you have entered the hotel grounds. One way leads past the hotel, where the sunning debutantes blossom. The other leads by highways and byways directly to the camp. The first named route — ordinarily, of course the preferred one — was longer by half a mile than the second way. And when the parting of the ways came, Colonel — perhaps to try the real stuff of which his new regiment was made, he, I say, riding ahead on his horse led by the longer route. Some of the civilians swore softly, others, too dejected or too tired to talk simply let their heads hang in dusgust as if to say This is sacrilege. This is infamy. This is what Sherman said war is. But this is a soldier ' s life. Theirs not to reason why, you know. So they marched along under the towering pines. And then that tired, weary, hangdog, sleepy, hungry, thirsty, famished, spiritless, almost rebellious army listened. The bugle sounded far ahead along the winding paths and the band struck up a tune. Every man in that bedraggled, sweating, dead regiment straightened up as if by magic. Every company was marching at attention. Every dusty gun reposed on a weary right shoul- der. Every one of the begrimed, khaki- clad individuals threw his chin back, sucked up his guts, and forgot his aching, calloused feet. It was the mu- sic. But first of all it was the spirit of the camp. And as company after com- pany swung past the elite lolling on the hotel steps and verandas, not a THE REDWOOD 255 man marching past in those splendid files but felt a new pride of country born within him, not one but knew that now he was more fit to fight for Uncle Sam, not one but knew that the Train- ing Camp at Monterey had been for him a success. And now I must stop. There are oth- er things to tell. How the civilian army marched in the great San Francisco Preparedness parade, — our company was not two blocks away from the bomb explosion, — how pitched battles were fought, how an army was attack- ed at night by the aid of a giant search- light, how mines were laid and blown to the sky, how advance guards and rear guards were formed, and scouting parties sent out alone on the sand dunes of Monterey and into the beau- tiful hills beyond where the marvelous half-moon harbor could be seen, how a pontoon bridge was built in half an hour and blown into a thousand pieces, how the rookies who dared to wear white trousers on Sunday were tossed in a blanket, how it feels to be a con- necting file, how — but the enumeration would be endless and I must stop some- where. In order to know what a Training Camp is you must attend one yourself. n a $Mn N?£ 0 a $v mb There ' s a picture I remember — it was nothing great or grand, - A little fellow standing with a fishing pole in hand ; But he sees his mother coming with a rod that will not bend, And the picture is entitled ' ' When A Fellow Needs a Friend. I saw another picture only just the other day ; Black shadows hover o ' er the snow, the spectral sky is gray, Alone, a prostrate soldier nears where day and darkness blend, And the. picture was entitled When a Feller Needs a Friend. ' TOBIAS J. BRICCA 5|?r0?0 0f ifopattta T ' AIL to you ! brave Ckristian heroes, I r Men who perished on the foam, Men who kept the Turkish crescent From the walls of lofty Rome. Never battle fought more glorious, Never victory won more just, Hear the bells proclaim uproarious How you fought and won your trust ! Lo ! the crescent still is waning, Growing dimmer day by day, And the Cross you fought for, gaining, Never, shall it fade away. And on Adria ' s heaving bosom Though your graves forgotten be, Angels will your names emblazon In a bright Eternity. Though your sweat and blood will win ye Here below no recompense, He, for Whom you died will grant ye Heaven, your soul ' s inheritance. ALBERT QUILL. 256 Around the Square Edward L. Nicholson. OU can ' t trust these fel- lows. He owes me money and he owes the club money. I suppose you ' ve lent him some yourself. We ' re going to black- ball him from this club. You ' re trusting him and entertaining him. You pick up friends too quickly. You ought to be more careful. Some day you ' re going to get fooled. So spoke Highbee, head of the exclus- ive club, and so hearkened John Burd- ing, humble member. It was true; he had picked up the friendship of this fellow Rand rather quickly. Rand was a stranger in Lon- don and hadn ' t any friends, so Burding and his young wife - had entertained him — it was true that Burding had lent him money and their house was at his disposal. He owed the club money — eh? Burd- ing would see that that was paid. He left the club in a doubtful mood. It was still early in the day. He didn ' t know where Rand was at the moment, but his wife had invited the fellow to dinner that night and he ' d speak to him then. All day Highbee ' s words kept coming back, and it seemed, to Burding ' s sim- 257 pie, easy-going and trusting nature, more insistently each time — You pick up friends too easily. You ought to be more careful. Some day you ' re going to get fooled. He didn ' t go home for lunch, but this was nothing unusual, so he knew his wife wouldn ' t worry. Evening was a long time in coming, but he used the last hour of the semi- busy day in walking home. The time passed a bit more quickly this way. The front door was locked — funny, — the young mistress ought to be at home at this hour dressing for the evening ' s guests. He ' d have to speak to her about this. The house seemed kind of gloomy — or was it his imagination. Any mail ? — a letter on the table. No, it was only a sheet of writing paper, folded. There was only a line inside, — and he read it — read it again, and when he had fin- ished, he re-read it, and after each reading Highbee ' s words shaped them- selves into a cudgel and struck him between the eyes so that he blinked. — You pick up friends too quickly. You ought to be more careful. Some day you ' re going to get fooled. Then he read the note again — You are always busy. I am going away with one who 258 THE REDWOOD cares more for me than for his busi- ness. — Your Wife. He was as helpless as a baby. Who would help him. Funny, but the first one he thought of was Rand. In their short friendship he had learned to look to him for help and advice. He took up the telephone. Rand should be at home in his apartments, dressing for the evening. — Mr. Rand? No, he has ' nt been in all day. He packed his suit case and left about noon. ' ' Then Highbee ' s words struck him again. — You pick up friends too quickly. Some day you ' re going to get fooled. His young wife gone — Rand packed his suitcase and left about noon — 2+2=4. Funny he hadn ' t noticed their especial friendship before. And he had trusted Rand — lent him money —his house had been open to him. He himself had been taken up with his business. He sat down, trying to think. He was dazed. Little consolation in the oath that never again would he trust in mankind. Highbee had called him a fool that morning, — perhaps he could help him. He walked with uncertain steps to the telephone and called his number. He heard the front door open as he waited and the old butler ' s quer- ulous voice assuring someone that Mr. Burding was in. He called the number again. Then a voice in the doorway interrupted him. Wasn ' t that Highbee ' s number you called, Burding? He jerked about. It was Rand — tra- vel worn — his coat torn and dusty, but it was Rand. You can ring up Highbee as soon as they put telephones in the cells of the City Jail, the travel- worn one vouchsafed with a smile. Mrs. Burd- ing has just gone up to her room. Don ' t treat her harshly; she is sorry; and his voice brought back to Burding their short friendship, a thousandfold increased, You pick up friends too quickly. You ought to be more care- ful. Some day you are going to get fooled. The White Cross Ruddy J. Scholz. BOUT four o ' clock on a bright, cold morning last week, in plain sight of the German and English armies, there appeared in the sky a gigantic white cross. Its appear- ance is unexplained and the men of both the armies marvelled greatly at the beautiful sight. ' ' This item appeared in the American newspapers in January, 1917. Perhaps you noticed it. Perhaps you did not. At any rate it stood there in bold print for all to read. It is only another of the wonderful phenomena which have gone to characterize this as the greatest war in the history of mankind. The war had gone steadily on and its third anniversary was celebrated by a charge which, compared to Pickett ' s charge at Gettysburg, was as a pitched battle compared to a mere skirmish be- tween two patrols. Day after day the toll of men demanded by Mars increas- ed. The blank files must be filled and the nations found it harder each month to satisfy the cruel lust of the burly god. The class of ' 19 and ' 20 and at last the class of ' 21 — mere lads of sev- enteen — were called out in succession. Like the fiery brand of the clansmen of Scotland came the clarion call of duty. To every land it came, urgent, compel- ling, as in Europe the cruel jaws of death grinded out the lines of battal- ions, of divisions. The call came one day to a small University far away from the scene of strife. It reached the ears of a stu- dent there who had left his country a few years before. No vain illusions of the pomp and glory of war were his. He saw war in its true light — he saw the suffering and misery, the long, cold, dreary nights spent in the trenches full of vermin, mud and the putrid stench of decaying bodies. He saw the piercing cold — felt the clammy wetness — heard the unceasing roar of big guns. When first he heard the call it seemed faint and far away— a call from another world, but as the weeks went by it became louder, more im- pressive, more insistent. At first he had paid little heed, remarking to him- self, There are lots of fellows over there and what could one unit like my- self do in this huge scheme of things. Then came the news that another na- tion had declared war on his country. The call rang in his ears, strident — piercing — demanding a response. I must go, he thought to himself 259 260 THE REDWOOD as he walked in the cool of the evening, down a lonely road. I must go. The next morning the strife in his bosom was quelled. He went. He bade his friends and Eugenia farewell and he was off — off to the war. Three short months at a training camp and he was bound for the front. Arriving at the second line of trenches he was told to make himself comforta- ble until he was sent in to relieve the first line. He could not help but ad- mire the faultless way in which things were done at the second line. Every- thing moved in order, like the delicate, perfected movement of a watch. At midnight came the word and the company of which he was a member passed through long winding commun- ication trenches to the first line. The student had imagined that it would be different. The night was vast and starless, a drizzling rain made every- thing wet and slippery. Except for the bursting of shells and the sudden brilliancy of a star-shell far over head everything was dark. Something is going to happen be- fore long, whispered his companion on the right, an old veteran, because it is always quiet, so, when something impends, either quiet like this or it is a hell of noise. The foul dark trench caused a shiver to run up the young soldier ' s spine — ■ or was it the veteran ' s words which caused that unwonted shiver? The young campaigner felt rather uncer- tain of himself and wondered if he ever would come out alive. Like a clap of thunder from a blue sky came the noise of a bursting shell overhead, followed by a heavy rain of bullets. Several screamed by near his head. A sudden fear possessed him and he turned to speak to the old man — his companion. His face blanched as he saw the an- cient warrior lying at the bottom of the trench. His face was half buried in the mire. Shrapnel, he heard the man on his left mutter. A few moments later an officer came by and informed them that a charge was to be made. He issued sharp or- ders and called for twenty volunteers to creep near enough to the enemy ' s trenches to hurl bombs which would divert the enemy ' s attention and give the charging party a few seconds in the race with death. It was practically certain death, for over half of them, he was informed, and none need go unless he wished. Anything, thought the student. Anything better than waiting — wait- ing here for death. It will be better to go. And stepping forward he volun- teered his service in the dangerous mission. As he was small and wiry and thus more adapted for the purpose of the ex- pedition he was selected out of a num- ber of volunteers. Cautiously, in company with a score of others he climbed out of the trench THE REDWOOD 261 and crawled forward in the ominous darkness towards the location of the enemy. Through slimy puddles, over rocks and around bushes they slowly worked their way. Foot by foot they advanced until half the distance was covered. Past huge craters made by exploding shells from the big guns, they squirmed. A star-shell burst over them, lighting up the surrounding country. Instantly all became as grav- en images. The magnesium burning out, allowed them once more to pursue their winding way. Over the half-froz- en ground they forced themselves when abruptly there came a whitening blast of bullets and three-fourths of the gallant squad of men went down never to rise again. The enemy, through the agency of the star-shell had perceived them and had only waited their close advance to make annihilation certain before firing. The student, with three others, sprang up. They strove to regain the shelter of their trenches, but before the third step had been taken, there came again the hail of bullets and he knew no more. When he came to all was silent ex- cept for the intermittent groaning of big guns, far away. The drizzle had ceased and the fog lifted, allowing my- riads of stars to appear in the sky. His head throbbed painfully while the pain in his leg was excruciating. He won- dered how he got there. Slowly it all came back to him — the trenches, the volunteers — the discovery. Summoning up all his will power he rose to a sitting posture. The move- ment caused his head to throb more violently than ever. A nausea seized him and he swooned again. The cold night air aroused him from his stupor and he began to grope clum- sily for the first aid package. Finding it he tore it open and wrapped a strip of gauze around his head. He was fee- ble, but his courage was indomitable, and after many struggles he also suc- ceeded in affixing a rough bandage to his shattered knee. The pain lessened and he became aware of a burning thirst. He reached for his canteen and a moment later his eager lips sought its contents, draining it in one long draught. Strengthened he gazed around him. Everywhere were the silent ranks of the dead. A faint moan, from a nearby figure told him that at least one beside himself was alive. Dragging himself as fast as his wounds would allow, he reached the side of the wounded man. The soldier ' s canteen lay near and op- ening it the young man poured half the contents on the face which gleamed like a ghost in the half light. The shock of the cold water brought back ebbing consciousness to the dying man and opening his eyes he faintly mutter- ed, I guess I ' m done for. And it needed no second look to convince the student that this was true. The blood 262 THE REDWOOD had congealed on two gaping wounds above the heart, but the slight move- ment of the man started the bleeding anew. The student ' s head and leg seemed on fire. The torture was almost un- bearable, but gritting his teeth he said, I am afraid it is true. Is there any- thing I can do for you 1 ' ' The man gazed at him and then op- ened his lips but could not speak. The student took the canteen, held it to the dying man ' s lips and emptied it. Stoop lower, whispered the man, for I can ' t speak very loud and my strength is rapidly leaving me. I am weary — I am tired — I am thirsty. Young man I cannot live to speak longer without water. Oh-h-h — I must have water, the little silver drops. Oh-h-h, and he cried out in his delirium. The young soldier seized his canteen — it was empty and he remembered that the wounded man ' s was in a like condi- tion. Turning with difficulty he glanc- ed around. Fifteen yards nearer the enemy lay a body. He resolved to raech it. Little by little he worked his way towards the body, until finally he had accomplished his arduous task. The soldier was lying on his canteen, and applying all his strength at the cost of much anguish the student turn- ed him over. The steel helmet slipped off and fell on a stone. Immediately a volley of shots resounded and the student fell to the ground with a bul- let in his hip. Curiously he felt no pain in his legs now — only a queer sense of dead weight. Paralyzed, he thought dul- ly. Sharp pains were darting through his chest, but gritting his teeth, he slung the canteen over his shoulder and began to work his way back — pulling himself with his hands. He was torn and bleeding. Once, missing his clutch on a rock he half tore the nail off his left forefinger. The pain in his head and chest rendered him unaware of this. He longed to stop, quench his consuming thirst and rest. But his in- domitable will carried him on. His face became a mass of cuts and scratches, but inch by inch he drew closer to his comrade. The paralysis seemed to be stealing upward, but his strong will was not to be conquered and at last he gained the side of his companion. Despite the extreme pain, the stu- dent discerned the heavy breathing of the dying soldier and knew he was still alive, although unconscious. Lifting himself on one hand he grasped the canteen in the other. The paralysis was gaining on his heart and his head was on fire. Then, with a final effort, he raised the canteen, the other seized it with avidity. The young student fell back — dead. ' ' About four o ' clock on a bright, cold morning last week, in plain sight of the German and English armies, there appeared in the sky a gigantic white cross. Its appearance is unexplained and the men of both the armies mar- velled greatly at the beautiful sight. THE REDWOOD 263 And this night the milky way shone particularly bright and clear. It seem- ed to dissolve in the heavens and then it seemed to form again, taking the shape and the appearance of a colossal white cross, visible to both armies. And I say that though this humble stu- dent ' s breast was decorated by no earthly monarch, though neither the Cross of Victoria, the hope of English- men; nor the Iron Cross, revered by every son of Germany; was pinned on his bosom by a grateful king, yet there was fashioned in his heart a cross un- approachable in its sublimity, beauti- ful in its magnificence, divine in its simplicity, — the shining White Cross. Erin ' s Ijarp Far may your music sound — Harp of green, Echo the world around, Coleen. From the sheen of Ireland ' s slopes Sound thou, queen of Erin ' s hopes ; Free the Emerald Isle with thy tune, Free may the shamrock smile and bloom ; And freedom ' s song thy mother croon, Coleen, To the harp of green. ED. L. NICHOLSON OOp Uteum Ml fHE Mission Bells are telling Their heart-felt sympathy, In silv ' ry tones outselling Unto eternity ; While Friendship round the solemn bier Pays tribute in the silent tear. ' Tis true that at Death ' s calling, Obey we must alone, Howe ' er to nature galling, Its chill imperious tone. Yet Faith forbids us to complain — The resurrection ends death ' s reign. Our friendship, therefore plighted, As schooldays onward flow, Shall not fore ' er be blighted, By Death ' s unfailing blow. And sweet the thought on bended knee, My friends will breathe their love for me. When manhood ' s years fast speeding Shall haste my dying day, At Mercy ' s seat in pleading, One benison I ' ll pray — That these dear Mission Bells shall toll Love ' s tender Requiem for my soul. WILLIAM MULDOON 264 A Flash in the Dark Hilding Johnson. HE searchlights were laughing that night un- der the mantle of black- ness, and stretching forth their million rays they limned the burdened, drifting clouds with crimson glory. Flashing here, coruscating, gleaming, burning, crying out with the sense of unleashed power they blinked like terrible mon- sters in the night. And the golden moonlight, filtering through a cloud of silver lit up the cowering monsters of the deep that mortals call men-of-war. And sliding beneath them, under them, around them, like snakes in the inky waves were their protectors, their guides, the submarines. Then the moon was buried in a deep cloud and all was silent as the hush of doom. No sound, no whisper, save the murmuring ripple of the waves as they lapped the walls of the gray monsters and washed over the weaving fringes of the fleet. No sound save the far call of the night watch on the slippery decks, All ' s well. All ' s well. And ringing over the gurgling waters the intonation deepened and swelled and the whole fleet seemed to echo, All ' s well. All ' s well. ' ' And from a wind-cloud above, old Mars grinned upon the scene and laugh- ed — a low, fiendish laugh, his paean of victory. Then he flew on the wings of the wind and spurned the flying lands beneath him. He was gazing upon the rolling Atlantic where it sprayed the sun-kissed shores of the North Ameri- can continent. Then he trembled as if with an ague and his green eyes gleam- ed no longer. So this is her coun- try, he muttered. The Goddess of Peace, Ah — Ah. Then his features grew livid with rage and he cursed the beautiful Goddess. For he saw she was securing such a hold on humanity as to make impossible his visits to earth in the future. Like a gleaming mon- ster he changed his colors and shone forth in a silver sheen. He would se- duce them and enroll them under his colors. I must exert myself to the utmost, he cried, or they will forget me and my hold over them will be no more. ' And he raged and tore, but to no avail; for the greatest country in the world would not listen. Mexico was loyal to him, but the United States was steadfast in her opposition. The great- est nation and an ally he fain would have rebuffed him. He coaxed, he schemed, he flattered, but to no pur- pose. The pure, sweet spell of Peace reigned supreme. This infuriated him 265 266 THE REDWOOD for from the realization of his waning influence he read the handwriting on the ethereal wall. And it said In the balance of Judgment thou hast been weighed, and been found wanting, and now thy hour is at hand. ' ' Defeated, he fled to Europe and charged that hemisphere with all the furies of Hell. He spat fire and he sneered his defiance at the white God- dess. He buried them in the trenches, he charged them in the open places. He summoned his Allies, Death and Disease, and onward they swept, mow- ing all before them and leaving in their wake a line of graves and mangled corpses and starving women and chil- dren. They cursed, the three. They yelled their demoniac warning when it was too late to flee. Showing their yellow teeth encased in grinning skulls they screamed and the buzzards swoop- ed down in glee. They sang as they worked and the mad death-dealing song froze the flesh and made the blood run cold with fear. The false discordant notes cleaved the thickening atmos- phere and grated on the ears of the charmed listeners. The note was allur- ing and wild — a note never known be- fore in all its splendor, and the people listened with gaping mouths and recep- tive ears. They could not choose but hear, for the mad God was putting forth all his powers in his last stand upon the earth. So they listened and felt and fought and fell— for what, they knew not. And the Three listened and saw and laughed. A year went by and another, and a third one was well under way. Death, Commander in Chief of the forces of Mars reported to his master. Sire, I have added hundreds of thousands to our ranks and those who would not come have not escaped without my marks. They are armless, legless, or maimed till they know no more the perfection of human form. The women are left, but without man they cannot multiply the race. The women are worn and haggard and grown old before their time. They are withered flowers to be cast off and scoffed at. The children are stunted and the little ones cry for food. I have in my hands the future of the human race. ' ' Well done, my valiant chieftain, continue in such manner and I will make thee partner in my power. Go, and a curse on them all. And where was Peace? Where was the White Goddess whose breath was as the wind of Spring and Avhose very presence seemed to fill the land with glory? Wandering over war-torn Eu- rope she was weeping and sorrowing for her lost people. She was wailing in the wind and her sad song touched the hearts of the begrimed devils in the trenches. It was a song of love she sang, though before her she saw nothing but defeat and hate. Over the shell-craters, filled with grovelling human rats, she hovered, singing her song. She saw the uneven lines of cloven earth and the soldiers nearest the enemy ' s line. She saw the battle THE REDWOOD 267 clouds sink low and through the ema- nation from her presence the clouds were lit with silver and she could see the files of a mighty army advancing. Their calm, determined faces were touched with a flash of the sun ' s bright gold as they pushed on in their merciless advance. Slowly, surely, steadily they moved forward, a solid wall, irresistible. And far off on the plain, unseen except by the shining Goddess was another army, marching forward, heads high, bayonets flash- ing, swords at rest. She hears a buzz and a hum below her and tiny wasp of the air, a scout that those below call aeroplane, circles upwards and behind a cloud. Oh, she cries. Now they will see, and there will be war and bloodshed and all my efforts have been in vain. Oh, to think, to think, my people, you know not what you do. For you know not what, you are slaying one another, butchering one . another. Think of the ones who depend upon you and love you. Think of the babies in the cradle who are wailing for the food which you must bring them. Think of the mothers who lie helpless and starving because you must take in hand an instrument of destruction and annihilate your neighbor who has done you no wrong. My people, my good people, is all my work, are all my trials in vain? There was no answer, and crushed in spirit she fled on the wings of the wind from the scene of destruction and slaughter. She could not bear to wit- ness the clash of the two vast armies. As her beautiful form grew small in the distance there resounded in the burdened air the clash of resounding arms, the boom of resistless cannon, the scream of screeching shells, but she was far away and could not hear. Crushed in spirit she arrived at the shores of Columbia. Here a million open arms received her and her hopes arose. Here was realization of the love and veneration of the people. That love spelled future power. She heard of the slaughter of the thousands with a horror, but to comfort her was the thought that Mars was making his last rally upon earth. She turned her white arms towards Europe and with a voice of sadness cried, My poor bleeding people, you will not again be guided by one who brings naught but misery and desolation. In the future you will close your ears and heed not the urg- ings of War. My beautiful people, you will set yourself back a thousand years but you will profit by your trials. My good sons of Columbia will set you an example, for have they not defied his fighting Majesty. With such power in their hands as Europe has lost — nay with infinitely more power — I know success will be mine. To you, poor stricken Daughters who now would es- pouse m y cause I offer to you the con- solation of the future. Then I will sur- round you with the atmosphere of love and happiness. Let your children and your children ' s children then join the mighty brotherhood of civilization. 268 THE REDWOOD When War departs it will be forever- more. If that burly god chooses to show his power he will find that he must seek other planets. A thousand centuries have passed and with them many things. Earth, now strong in numbers and strong in spirit, labors, loves and prospers. Peace, mightily enthroned, smiles down on her wide domain. Her snowwhite doves flutter here and there with a message to her subjects. The eyes of the White Goddess glisten as she gazes, and her brow is sad as she re- calls the past strife. But now her long hair is flying in the wind and she is happy. Man meets man as a brother. Arms extended they embrace each oth- er. For War, the Destroyer, is forgot- ten. ffiOBt Only a little girl and her musical voice was low, But the gathered tears of a thousand years shone in her eyes I know, Pure as a lily is pure, bright as a wild red rose, In the glaring heat of the city street, stood in an angel pose. She was singing an old, old song and its strain was sad and deep, Like a pointed dart it pierced my heart and wakened my soul from sleep, She was gone when 1 passed again, and, Father, I never can know The Light that played on that fairy maid who sang of the long ago. R. E. TREMAINE A Modern Diana Daniel J. Ryan. OME again and the usual luck. I must write to the boys and set the date. The hunting is fine and I IW Ml A t ie k° ys are anxious to y |5 S e t a deer. So here goes. MmJ College opens in a month, tis sdl so I will invite them out next Saturday. Lin Ward turned from the slender, agile form of a fine buck stretched on the ground, to the austere oak which had borne on its ancient limbs many a pound of precious venison. The deer was hung on the tree in no time to the accompaniment of buzzing bees and whirring knats which flew about in the shade with an occasional venture into the scorching sun. In the cool of the evening Lin trotted to the little town, along the most beautiful road in Trin- ity County. Eagle Pass was a flourish- ing inland town, and was picturesque even if the sign Postoffice in front of which Lin reined in, was painted in letters anything but regular. Lin was anxious to give his friends a good time, for they had often ex- pressed their desire to get just one shot at a fine buck. All of them were from San Francisco, and although they could handle a gun, not one, according to their humiliating confessions, made one evening before a crowd of the boys at school, had even been so cruel as to slay a humming bird while wandering in the role of nimrod. The fellows were to stay for a week and they wanted nothing but hunting. They wanted to kill a deer and that was all. A day passed and Lin was standing at the station again. I wonder how long they ' ll stick with the game? he smiled as the faint puff of the struggling engine grew stronger. A minute later this little ter- rorizing demon of the peaceful canyons emerged from the smothering moun- tain walls. Hello, Lin, old boy, they shouted. G-ee ! but we ' re glad to be here. Watch the old deer die now. That afternoon a happy crowd of boys stepped out of Lin ' s house into the air filled with the pungent pine odor, not unpleasant. They were clad in their murdering togs— khaki trous- ers and leggings topped off with grey woolen shirts. Flem Steele and Joey Richards, the former a husky athlete and the latter a bookworm of small an- gular dimensions, were of an adven- turous nature and in a few minutes had Lin between them, ambling to- wards the underbrush. Fat Brown and I should worry Tom Atkins thought 269 270 THE REDWOOD they had travelled far enough in a day and preferred to explore early in the morning. I am afraid you two fellows wont do much hunting, observed Mr. Ward, Lin ' s father, who, with the rest of his family, sat on the vine-enclosed ver- anda. Just you wait, Mr. Ward, said Tom, and I ' m speaking for Fat too, to save him the trouble, we are the ones who will show up after all. Plem and Joey are so anxious to kill a deer that when the opportunity comes it will most likely pass on uninterfered with by them, while we are so uncon- cerned that we will kill ' em just like it was a habit. I hope so boys. Be sports to the end. and don ' t leave with the impres- sion that hunting is not all that it is cracked up to be, if things should not turn out as you expect. Get up, Fat, commanded Flem loudly. It ' s four o ' clock and we have to get started. Well, oh — what did you say? Oh, just a minute more. Then Fat landed unceremoniously on the floor and with his awakening came a realization of his circumstances and from that time on he was as wide- awake and energetic as the rest. Long before daybreak the party was on its way to the Basin — a spot renowned for its big bucks and always chosen on ac- count of the ease with which deer could be killed in this circular excavation when once they were aroused. It was girded on all sides by towering peaks between which were dips or passages into the wooded country beyond. The Basin itself is not heavily wooded but it can be successfully hunted only with hounds. Three more boys in the vicinity join- ed the crowd on the trip. That morn- ing the Basin was well surrounded when Lin turned the five hounds down the slope to drive the deer out from the canyon. Each passage was well guard- ed. The three best runs were looked after by Flem, Fat and Tom. Joey re- mained with Lin as he had a liking for dogs and preferred to follow them up as far as he could. The three Rogers boys took their stations in equally ad- vantageous lookouts about the rim. The dogs were fresh and aided by Joey ' s coaxing and an occasional gruff command from Lin soon disappeared in the brush below. The following mo- ments were anxious ones for the city trio. Although told to sit quiet, Flem and Tom were constantly getting up and down and peering on all sides un- easily. Even Fat Brown squirmed as though he were sitting on a pin. Let ' s go down ourselves, Tom yelled across. Joey made so much of those mongrels that they are very like- ly sticking around for a petting. Come on, came from Flem. Just a minute. Can ' t you give the poor dogs a chance? put in Fat re- clining amid the sweet-smelling che- mise bushes. THE REDWOOD 271 All right, go ahead. I ' ll stay just where I am as I was told to do. Left alone to oversee the three passes Brown felt not at all flattered. The sun was blazing strongly, and he still felt the effects of his long trip on the day previous. The train ride and the change of atmosphere had conspired to make him a tired man. I was a lucky bird to pick a shady stand, he mused. He was soon lost in a trance and his companions wandered in the wilds of the gulch below. He had good ears, he thought to himself, and he would de- pend on them. The fact that his nasal blowouts did not soon awaken him was sure proof that his little drum, anvil and hammer mechanism was not of the most delicate nature. Wild yells in the timber beneath him followed by an occasional sharp report did not disturb his tranquil dream. There he goes, Fat. Right out to you. Where in the dickens are you? Shoot! Shoot! Head him off. All these wild cries were only mad vibra- tions of the atmosphere which passed unheeded. Brown was solidly built, he ate solid food, he occasionally drank likewise, and why should he not sleep solidly? Thump, thump, thump; in the dis- tance — thump, thump, thump, thump; very near now and distinct; thump, thump, over the ridge. Yes, he was dreaming. Perhaps in his dream he heard those footfalls — sounds that thrill the heart and send the red blood pulsing through a man ' s veins. Per- haps in his nebulous wanderings he saw the antlered beauty coming to him, striking the hard earth with his split ebony hoofs, only to scent the man, sidestep frantically and glide on to shelter and liberty. The sun climbed higher in the sky and the dogs had not yet disclosed their whereabouts by a single yelp. The day was uncomfortably warm. Tom and Flem had learned their first lesson. They had been told to remain at their station and instead they had recklessly run down into the wilds further than they had intended, and now as they climbed slowly out they more and more realized their folly. They would have been down at the bottom had not a fine forked horn buck jumped out from be- fore their onslaught into the under- brush. He ran straight down hill, cir- cled around them and up through an opening to Fat ' s crossing. He did not continue on down as he heard the oth- er hunters ahead and went up to Fat in preference, to the Rogers and Lin. . The two miscreants were half way up to their stands when the hounds came to life with outlandish yelping five hundred yards below. The canyon resounded with a conglomeration of echoes. Flem and Tom vainly tried to ascertain the position of the chase as they ran, scrambled and fell up the piti- less grade. They are headed for the old red tree, came in sturdy tones from George Rogers. 272 THE REDWOOD Quick, Tom. That is meant for us, gasped Flem. I was sitting near the red tree, I think. We cannot let another one get away, ' ' cried Tom. ' ' Think of the last one. If the fellows know what will they say? To think Fat left too. Come on now, this is no funeral. Take your medicine. We pulled the wrong string and now be game. Pre- pare for the next. They reached their respective look- out stations but the dogs were coming closer yet ; they were going around be- low. The deer must have witnessed the up hill race and must have chosen to search for other haunts. The hounds passed and after an hour their peals could be faintly heard in the direction of Charlie Rogers. The remainder of the eventful day passed without the spilling of any blood. The deer which the dogs were chasing was a little spotted fawn no larger than a jack-rabbit. When taken off its trail they would not work any more. The day was too warm and the deer seemed scarce. Lin knew that the Basin had been hunted a great many times of late but always a big buck was seen if not brought down. This was his surest haunt and now in a pinch it had failed. A doe came out towards Flem and Tom in the course of the day, and after a great deal of whispering and gestic- ulation they arrived at the conclusion that she had no horns and she was al- lowed to live. When the hunt was over they found Fat in his same lookout, awake and swearing up and down that nothing in the shape of a deer had been within sight or ear-shot of him all day long. The argument which ensued aft- er Flem and Tom informed him of the happenings and the passing of the buck at his feet took no strength away from his conviction, nor tended to add to their credulity. They say every man must be a liar to succeed as a hunter and my first day has proved it, was Brown ' s only comeback. That night out on the veranda where things are said and done on the long summer evenings, Fat took the trouble to change his mind. Flem ' s and Tom ' s story was verified by Lin and Ray Rog- ers who were eye witnesses of the whole blunder through field glasses. I told you fellows just what you would do, wise ones that you are, put in Joey, who took advantage of his own non-complicity in the deal. Lectures were given and hunts map- ped out for the next three days. The following morning bright and early the two quartettes were out in the Black Gulch country. Worse luck and more of it. In the day ' s proceedings a number of does and fawns were chek- ed off, but not a masculine member of the deer family was recorded. The third evening the moon in full flush gleamed through the ancient oak tree, casting a beautiful shadow on the veranda and its occupants. If the dark spots in this shadow were examined THE REDWOOD 273 one would find an outline of the form of a deer at the feet of Mrs. Ward. The shadow was gently swaying as in a soft breeze. So the old oak tree is laden once more, quietly observed Lin ' s mother. Let us hope this is the beginning of the successes which will crown the ef- forts of our young friends. Charlie Rogers, the left handed wielder of a dangerous 30-30 was the honored man. The buck was of medi- um size, but appeared a mountain to those college boys. How they envied Charlie and he like the rest of the lo- cals, wished that one of the boys had killed it. He realized how pompous he had felt when he had brought down his first buck, and he could easily imagine what it would mean to these lads. Next morning the quest was resumed at dawn and the boys suffered silently in the burning rays while at Lin ' s house the buck was skinned and quar- tered preparatory to curing it so that the youths would be well nourished on venison before their departure. Late in the afternoon the trip home was commenced without any meat. The line of mounted horsemen circling down and down from the height was as weary a looking outfit as the pack of hanging-tongued dogs that panted be- hind. Now, here in this little patch of sagebrush there might be a buck, re- marked Lin as the line of march passed along the steep side above a bit of bush that would hardly be suspected of hid- ing from view the sought-for animal. His words were scarcely seconded by George Rogers when there was a rustle, jump and a thumping spring .down the incline through fifty yards of open country. Only two of the crowd dismounted in time to get a chance shot and they were Lin and Fat, even though it cost the latter many a groan. The others either had their rifles in the cases or were too surprised for quick action. The lucky buck was the largest seen in that part of the country that year. The four boys were tiring and there was not enough good shooting to keep, up their interest and the escape of the grand opportunity took all the heart out of them. Tom and Fat ad- mitted their defeat, but Joey ' s and Flem ' s discouragement had to be sur- mised. Lin had arranged for all to attend a party in town that evening, but did not inform the boys of it until after din- ner. In their anxiety to kill a deer they would not have favored the idea earlier, but now that interest was smothered by weariness they jumped at the chance of making good in the so- cial life of the country. They were right. They were not hunters but they certainly were social lights. The affair was a private one, attended by three score of the younger set of the town. Popular and hand- some Lin Ward had the ability to put them on the right road; they were the center of attraction; all troubles were 274 THE REDWOOD shelved. They were called upon for various selections from the piano and before the evening had p assed they had descended to Ford jokes. The girls chatted, smiled and winked at them and coaxed to be taught the latest dances. Did you meet Miss Flo Valencia? whispered Fat Brown in a moment of freedom, to Joey and Flem. Why, she ' s great and to think we ignored these chances until two days before we leave. In a few seconds Fat was deploring his words of praise for Flo. Joey and Flem were bowing and scraping be- fore the fascinating smile on that full dark Spanish countenance, whose beau, ty was heightened by a row of pearly teeth. They had not even asked him to introduce them. The attractive girls were many, but none even gave the brunette a close race. The four last to leave her after saying good-night need no introduc- tion. Because Joey was the last to say good-bye he argued all the way home with plenty of opposition that she liked him best. He even carried his convic- tion with him into the hills the next morning for the final chance to make good in another line of deer hunting, only to be hushed sternly by Lin and ridiculed by the Rogers boys. Ray- mond Rogers and Joey were fast friends after five days of companion- ship in the mountains, but on several occasions this friendship was on the verge of dissolution — Flo Valencia the efficient cause. The party put new life into Flem and Fat and they were determined to make good if the homestretch meant any- thing. ■ The Black Gulch was the chos- en spot. The eight guards were wisely stationed with Flem and Fat on Twin Peaks, its head. The dogs had been trailing and giving tongue down around the bottom for an hour when Flem pointed out to Fat a deer, step- ping cautiously up along a fence be- tween them. Up and up he tripped and harder and harder the young nimrods looked. No horns could be seen and their hearts sank. Still they watched. As he reached the top of the Twin Peaks Flem ' s eagle eye discerned the outline of a pair of antlers against the blue sky. Two sharp cracks broke the stillness, followed by a dozen others at intervals. The deer was out of sight. He had given one jump during the bombardment which to a skilled eye would have been a sure sign of a true target. The boys reached the top of the hill in a few seconds and over they went after him. He was going straight down the opposite side which was sparsely wooded, and was soon lost. Flem and Fat took up the chase. They kept the buck in sight and went down the ridge in pursuit at a break- neck pace. Once ' the animal reached the level country he slowed up and came to a stop at every clump of brush- There was a mile of level land before him to a country road and once across it he would be safe. He kept at a safe distance and was spurred on by the over-anxious pursuers and by an oc- THE REDWOOD 275 casional long shot. When he came to the last cover two hundred yards from the road it appeared as if he had stop- ped for good. As the boys came within fifty yards of his stopping place a ma- chine came to a stop on the road. The deer emerged and blindly headed straight for the spectators amid a fusil- lade of shots from behind. Within ten yards of the fence he dropped from a shot from another source. A woman of whose presence in the enclosure Flem and Pat were not aware during the excitement, ran to his side. A man leaped over the fence and bent over the trophy. After emerging from their stupor the boys came forward to be met when within ear-shot with a storm of reprimand by a feminine voice. You poachers, get right out. To think that a person ' s land is over-run with fellows such as you. Even though you did wound this deer it was on my land and you ' re lucky to get off this easily. Go! Well, you fellows are heroes to let a woman take your deer away, scold- ed Tom and Joey when the two un- lucky hunters came back. ' ' Now we ' 11 have to go home empty handed with nothing to prove our tales. You did not venture near them at all, in order to see who they were? queried George Rogers. If you had remained and argued with her we would have been over to your assist- ance in a little while. She might have known us and allowed us to take the deer! Such is hunter ' s luck, concluded Lin. In future years you fellows, let us hope will be up again to play the game, and now that you have learned, your next trip will unquestionably spell success. Lest I forget, remarked Joey to Lin, while waiting for the train, say good-bye to Miss Valencia for me. Me too, was the grand chorus from the others before Joey could pro- ceed further. I ' m not much for exercise, but as long as I am doing it at all I am going to be real formal and slip one over on you fellows, put in Fat. I have not put in my farewell through Lin ' s agen- cy, but I will write it to M iss Valencia myself. ' ' Pile out boys. Here she comes, came from the much commanded host. Well, it ' s a mile off yet, said Joey. You have an eye for beauty your- self, Lin, put in Fat, who was then judging others by himself. The crowd could not interpret his strange remark until they followed his intent gaze. If it isn ' t Flo Valencia herself just in time to say good-bye to me, sighed Joey. She drove her machine within a short distance of Lin ' s, hopped out and came over to talk with him. That last half mile seemed to the embryo hunt- ers to be traveled faster by that moun- tain train than any huge express could ever have done. The grinding of the 276 THE REDWOOD brakes ceased and each of the boys stepped forth stuffing his cap into his already heavily baggaged left hand while he trusted the other to the young lady and then to Lin. Lin, I have a surprise, she whis- pered as they turned to board the train, it was I who took the buck away from them. Since, I have learned who they were — so different in hunt- ing clothes and everything — I have the deer under that canvas in the rear seat. Come, they are to have it. Put it in the baggage car. In marked contrast to his slow ac- tions, Fat ' s sharp eye was taking in the whole situation, as he walked away. He was the first to turn and behold Lin packing the deer. Hurry, the engine is puffing. No, I won ' t say on the spur of the moment which one of you deserves the treas- ure, she called. You are all fine fel- lows, though I didn ' t seem to think so the other day. Fat and Joey remained to the very last, for a personal gift of the deer, let up hope, but if either succeeded the grinding of the train wheels drowned the verbal bequest. A lr?am T was a dim, grim dream, Huge warriors hulked above, Faces of war, faces of Kate, Never a look of love. God ! Kow tkeir socketless eyes could stare, And wKisper the curse tkat rent the air. I thought I stood alone On the shore of a blood-red sea, And saw the eyes of the demon War Glaring at me. It was a wild sweet dream, And bugles sang afar, ' ' This is the soldier ' s last tattoo, This is the End of War. I heard the muffled drum corps beat, And I felt the tread of soundless feet. I dreamed I stared aghast At the vault of the whirling sky, Where the shadow of the Hand of God Was passing by. J. CHARLES MURPHY 277 The Ring of Pearl Paul E. Dolen. I T was hot down in Mexico that day and Frank Branner felt the heat the worse for having come from a part of the great United States where the thermometer never was seen above one hundred in the shade. Let ' s have a dish of ice-cream, or soda-water, or something, he ventured to his comrade on patrol duty, shifting his gun to his left shoulder. See the ice-cream stand over there. Aw can ' t you see it, over by that sand dune. The other turned away, too scornful to reply to the jest. Any old time that you forget that baby stuff and act like a man I ' 11 give you credit for being a human, the soldier growled as he paced up and down in the semi-tropic sun. Love for his country and home Avas the reason for Prank Branner ' s enlist- ment in Company H of the National Guard. In the town which he called home he was considered a hero. In the army in Mexico he was looked at with eyes of doubt. There was an opinion current among the men who had dared the Mexican heat and the bandits ' bul- lets that Frank Branner was a man who would run upon sight of a Mexican rifle. Just why this opinion prevailed was doubtful. There had been occur- rences in the new army which gave foundation to this idea and which had served to strengthen the prevailing opinion. For example around the camp fire one night the men were talking of their experiences of the day before and the subject of Frank ' s peculiar actions at different times came up for discus- sion. We were on patrol duty one night together, ventured one of the men and there were several skulking fig- ures not far away. We both thought they were Mexicans but they turned out to be coyotes which had not per- ceived our presence. I just remember now that he seemed awful scared when he whistled to me. He came closer and he kept pretty close to me until we saw that the things were not men but ani- mals. Aw, he ' s yellow as satin. I agree with you, broke in anoth- er. One day we were taking a swim in the creek down here and when we saw a crocodile he turned Avhite as a sheet. And there were others to substanti- ate this theory and to make additions, mostly exaggerated. Around camp the 278 THE REDWOOD 279 fellow was not unpopular, for he was pleasant enough and he could tell in- numerable stories of his adventures, for he had traveled widely. And often about the campfire at night, when not on patrol, he would relate his experi- ences in the South Sea Islands, in the wilds of Australia and in every part of the globe, civilized and otherwise. It may have been his propensity for talk that awakened the suspicion against him. There was one peculiar thing, how- ever, about him. He wore on his hand a ring in which was set a pearl that everyone remarked for its great beau- ty. It was a large ring and he said it had been given to him in the Islands by a dark princess to whose country he had rendered great service. Hardly anyone believed that, but all agreed that it was the most beautiful ring they had ever seen. One hot day Frank was passing near a gathering of his comrades and a bur- ly negro trooper who was half intoxi- cated was standing nearby. Accident- ally Frank brushed him. He looked back, said Excuse me, and passed on. But the other would not accept the apology and was going to make some- thing out of the affair, but Frank de- clined to argue with the bully. From the bystanding group there were nodding heads and I told you so ' s. He ' s no soldier, remarked one. Right you are, ventured another. I always had an impression that he was that kind of a fellow, chimed in another. He never did seem to have much jaz in him. ' ' He ought not to be down here, re- marked Harry Anson, who had just ar- rived on the scene and who had not seen the occurrence, but who had drawn his own conclusions. And so the conversation continued in the same strain. To look upon Frank Branner one would think him a man al- together different from what his com- rades pictured him to be. In years he could count twenty-six, and al- though he was but five feet ten his broad shoulders and athletic • build shoAved him to be a man of more than ordinary strength. Upon talking with him or seeing him standing on the street one could not help but notice the ring which he al- ways wore on his right hand. It was a thing unique and something that would be remarked on the hand of anybody, but especially on that of a soldier. His tent-mate, Hal Coffin, related strange things that were told him in the shadow of the little dog tent, when the two were stretched out alone at the end of a long day ' s march or after a strenuous drill. Wild tales they were and more thrilling than any which Branner, the Wanderer, as he was call- ed, told when many were present. But his tent-mate one day revealed the se- cret of his evident cowardice on many occasions. Branner told everything to Coffin, for the two were bosom friends 280 THE REDWOOD and each implicitly trusted in the other. The Wanderer had traveled all around the world and had spent the best part of a year in the Islands. And this tale was the one he told of the Pearl Ring, which Hal repeated to his incredulous comrades. You see, fellows, he said, Bran- ner is not a yellow dog, as you fellows seem to think. That trip to the South Sea Islands made him awful supersti- tious, and this ring he wears has some little history about it and no little su- perstition. He may seem to be an aw- ful talker to you fellows, but in reality he is very reserved when it comes to telling of things which concern him as intimately as this does. I wouldn ' t tell this to you only it may serve to remove some of the stigma from his name, and the name he has here is al- together undeserved. We were talking one night of the experiences which had befallen each of us in different portions of the globe. When he gets talking, as you know, he is always interesting, is the Wanderer. Well this night — if you want to hear the story — Yes — go on, go ahead, they all cried. Well, one night we were lying in the dog-tent looking out at the stars. All you fellows were snoring, but he and I had been talking that night and sleep would not come. The topic was of absorbing interest and he had hinted at the story of the Pearl Ring, which, he said, he had never told anyone be- fore. I urged him to tell me and after much persuasion he unfolded this re- markable story of his great adventure. ' Well, ' he began, ' you see it was this way. I was in the Islands where every thing is superstition. The su- perstition there is beyond belief. Their life is a life of fetishes and grim pre- dictions. I tried hard not to imbibe the spirit of the place, but it was impos- sible and the short time I spent with the natives, — I was the only white man among them, — has left its indelible mark upon me. Since the day of the happening of which I am about to tell you I have always worn this ring, ' and he showed it to me, flashing in the moonlight, ' I have always worn this ring of pearl which means everything to me. It may seem peculiar to you but I would part with my life rather than part with that ring. ' The natives of that Island of Ila- kaoua are wonderful swimmers. They have, you might say, some sort of do- minion over the sea. Their princi- pal accomplishment, as I have said, is their ability to perform in the water. They can do almost anything with a surfboard. They can stand on their head among the breakers and wiggle their toes as they flash up and down over and among the rolling waves. They can stay under the water for un- believeable periods of time. They can dive for pearls and some of them who seem to have a special ability or intui- tion can locate the pearls almost with absolute certainty. One of these div- THE REDWOOD 281 ers had extraordinary gifts along this line. He had found the biggest pearls that had ever been found in that part of the ocean and the queen, who was their sovereign, bestowed high honors upon him; for the pearls meant trink- ets and other things from the white traders who came that way occasion- ally. But the largest pearls she kept, and nothing could force her to relin- quish them. She was known as the pearl queen, and traders schemed and flattered and cajoled in vain to gain possession of some of the priceless pearls which had been drawn from the water by her faithful subject. ' Before finding a pearl he would go into a trance and dream of the loca- tion a nd of the size of the precious stone he was going to discover. And one black night he dreamed that away beyond land, away beyond the cove, in the region where the black monster was thought to hide, a pearl lay hidden. ' It was a monstrous pearl, larger than any he had ever before seen, and with his superstitions and beliefs he could not keep the secret. He told the queen of his dream as a faithful sub- ject should, and she bade him go and obtain it for her on the first propitious occasion. But he sank on his knees at her feet and implored her not to force him to go. For all the Islanders knew that the black monster hid beyond the depths to devour the first human who ventured beneath water in that region. But the queen was obdurate and the diver, fearing her curse if he disobey- ed her, went. He was taken out in a canoe by a big black devil, with an evil eye, who had always been known as a fellow who had a tendency towards dis- loyalty. Why the queen chose him is hard to say, but she, as all great peo- ple, had her whims. It was a great day for the queen, and she stood on the beach waiting for her faithful diver to bring back the pearl, greater by far, according to the description as it was seen in the trance, than any which the queen possessed, and in her possession she had some wonderful pearls as ev- eryone knew. I myself had seen some of them and I had been amazed at their wonderful beauty and size. So she stood on the beach, watch- ing with her people around her, for everyone loved the queen. The six- footer and the diver paddled out to the spot and were hidden in a haze which was common in the waters of that sec- tion.. Soon the black, burly man came back alone ! . ' Black monster catch him, ' he said in his jargon. ' No pearl. ' He was questioned madly and repeated- ly on all sides, but that was all the sat- isfaction that could be gotten out of him. Many thought he had killed the diver who had discovered the pearl and had then secreted it upon his person. This theory seemed probable by look- ing at the past record of the man, who was always known to be a melancholy, unsatisfied and altogether untrust- worthy person. ' So that night he was locked up in the palace of the Pearl Queen after 282 THE REDWOOD being searched. And the next morning the queen was found murdered and the man had fled. The people were horri- fied, for this was a heinous crime and the first of its kind that had been per- petrated, and moreover the queen was an idol of the people. They searched high and low for the devil, but he had fled. At that time I was about to leave. I was to catch the next trading vessel which anchored in those waters. Soon the trading vessel came and the na- tives, who trusted me, made me a pres- ent of the largest pearl found in the queen ' s store, bidding me at the same time find the culprit who had murdered their beloved queen and who had es- caped with the largest pearl ever dis- covered. For they were now sure that he had the pearl in his possession when he killed the queen. He had thrown it in some spot when he landed and later had gone out and recovered the price- less gem. ' There are peculiar traits about this pearl. Some days it tells me to beware, and on that day I run, upon the slightest provocation. At other times I am brave as a lion at the dicta- tion of the pearl which seems to speak to me in some unknown way. And I know full Avell that the day will dawn, when, as sure as fate, I will find the devil who murdered the good queen. ' That is the story he told me. fel- lows, concluded Hal, and I believe it, every word. You were not here one day last month when he and I were out alone, and a gang of greasers jumped us in the sagebrush. Did he run? No siree. He says to me out loud. ' The pearl says no fear to-day, ' and then he lit into them and you ought to see them greasers run, — a whole raft of them. And he made me promise not to tell anyone. The men gathered about took his story in different ways. Some half be- lieved it. Others scoffed at the idea and others believed it wholly. But these latter were in the minority. Two days later a large scouting ex- pedition was gotten together, and the whole battalion made tracks for a sec- tion where the Mexicans were causing trouble. The events of that week were many and varied and to cap the climax the Mexicans were sighted — or rather the battalion came onto them face to, around the brow of a hill, when the advance guard were lost in the sage brush below in the valley. A lively en- counter ensued and the Mexicans, after putting up a stiff battle, fled precipi- tately and in wild haste. A small de- tachment was sent out to pursue a small section of Mexicans who seemed to be separated from the rest. Among this small detached band was the ban- dit leader. In the pursuing expedi- tion was Frank Branner, which for hours pushed on in the tropic sun. They became separated, and it was each man for himself. Fate sometimes plays queer tricks and she played a queer trick down in turbulent Mexico that day. She wove her tangled threads together and whist- THE REDWOOD 283 ling thrice she whirled them in a circle about her head. Frank Branner came on the giant negro who had stolen the great pearl and murdered the queen, there in the wilds of the Mexican des- ert. That morning he had told Hal that he felt something momentous was tc happen to him that day, and it hap- pened. Face to face and alone and on the ridge of a hill they met and Branner, the Wanderer, was the first to strike, as those below could see. And from far off the whole battalion could see the two writhing figures on the breast of the hill. Back and forth they surg- ed, one now having the advantage, now the other, while from the valley below the battalion stared open-mouthed, as the Wanderer, the man who was yel- low, grappled with a monster in human form who had the strength of an orang- outang in his powerful arms, and who was lithe as a panther. A detachment started out in hot haste, but it meant an hour ' s hard labor to work through the sagebrush to the brow of the hill where the two men were fighting to the death. For upwards of an hour they strug- gled, and when the detachment came upon the scene they beheld the two bo- dies lying there almost lifeless. Be- fore they reached the camp the two had expired. The ground on which they had struggled was torn and red with blood. The giant negro had on his face a wild expression of fear and horror, and the Wanderer ' s lips were set in a straight line. Evidently he had conquered before dying for he had in his hand a giant pearl, the largest that had ever been seen by any of the men. The Wanderer was a man after all. There was no struggle for the posses- sion of the pearl. It was sold and with the money an expensive bit of stone was set over his grave in the parched Mexican desert and on it was carved: Frank Branner, private in the Ar- my of the United States. The gamest man in the regiment, and he died fight- ing. TILEKJCEfis weary, (Pj The bards have sung Of the silence of the night, Naming it dreary; Yet they ' ve clung To the padded cell of qui ' t. Soft from the night the owl ' s low call Answers the whipporwill ' s Sparkling their music the waters fall, Jew ' ling the moonlit hills. Know you the Northland, The ice king ' s stride On the glacier ' s flinty chest, Know you the Lone Trail, As the runners slide On the frozen tundra ' s breast? The snarl, the snap, the stinging lash And the depth of the leader ' s pride The Great White Silence, the virgin dash, Of hearts which its snowdrifts hide? Silence is golden, And yet the chime Is music to mine ears, And the fretful roar Of the Tide of Time Rolling adown the years, The battle ' s strife or the ice jam ' s boom Or the song of the night wind ' s breath, The Psalm of Life or the Crack of Doom Are silent alike in death. ED. CALDWELL 284 Nero ' s Youth and Manhood A. V. Prothero. HEN the sun was at its highest point in the heav- ens on that famous day, Agrippa, the mother of Nero, thought the hour for action had arrived and after placing Britan- nicus, the rightful heir to the throne in seclusion within the palace, she ordered the massive royal gates to be thrown open and Nero, the boy of 18, was carried forth, and perch- ed on the Imperial throne to be pro- claimed Emperor of the great and pow- erful empire, Rome. Amidst the deaf- ening shouts of joy, Nero, the youthful Imperator , addressed his people with all the eloquence at his command. He set forth his policies in the most favorable way, and to assure himself more securely from all latent opposi- tion he gave to each and every man of Rome a large sum of money, which was greater by far than any gift which his predecessors on the Imperial throne had bestowed upon the people. This boy, who had been reared in luxury, whose education was gained from the greatest and most learned men of his day, and whose intellect, we are told, rivalled the great minds of old, promised his people, that their mighty empire would rise still higher in the estimation of the world under his rule. The boy Nero, who was des- tined to be the most sacrilegious and most devilish tyrant the world had ever seen, was reared in the best of pagan surroundings, and when he ascended the throne he was a lad of sterling character. According to the old tradition it was the custom of the Roman women to place their children on a pillar in the majestic gardens for an airing — one day Nero ' s mother placed him in the open sunlight. The then ruling Emper- or, having heard that Agrippa planned to place her son on the throne to re- deem the failing Empire, sent two as- sassins to murder the child while he slept the sleep of innocence. The low- browed ruffians came to him in the garden where he was sleeping, and were about to strangle him when they were driven away by a serpent that ap- peared, so the story runs, miraculously at the moment to defend the child — darting out at the assassins from be- neath the pillow. When the time was to come when the young Nero would hold the great Roman Empire in the hollow of his hand he was to change completely. He, the innocent youth, with, the accession of power was to undergo a complete 285 286 THE REDWOOD metamorphosis. From a well-regulat- ed youth was he to change to the most brutal tyrant the world has ever seen. The awful results which followed his brief and bloody reign may be given color by the citation of a few brief ex- amples of the dark deeds done. During the first two or three years of his reign his schemes and policies were in conformity with that standard of morality which he had maintained in the days of his happy youth. The peo- ple loved him and they celebrated his accession to imperial power with all the pomp, revelry and grandeur which pagan Rome could afford. But all the power which he had newly gained had come directly through the agency of his mother, Agrippa, who was the real power behind the throne, and who di- rected the actions for which he became justly famed throughout the Roman Empire. But the time soon came when a passion and lust of power seized him, and acting under the advice of his evil and depraved advisers he threw off his mother ' s yoke, which up to this time had held him in abject bondage, and asserted by his own words and deeds his real accession to the throne. After he had become the ruler one of his first and most atrocious deeds was the murdering in cold blood of the mother who had given him all his pow- er. The manner in which his hired ruf- fians slew her is too terrible to be re- peated here ; it suffices to say that the deed was perpetrated in the most bar- barious and criminal fashion conceiva- ble. During the reign of this terrible king public affairs were neglected in a shameful manner. He, apparently, regarded the vast power and the im- mense resources that were at his com- mand as means for the more complete gratification of his own passions and desires. The only ambition which ever seem- ed to animate that blood-thirsty mon- arch was, strange to say, the ambition to be a great singer and actor. At the time when he commenced his career it was considered wholly beneath the dig- nity of any Roman of rank to appear in any public performance of that nature ; but Nero, having conceived in his youth the ambition of being a famous actor and singer devoted himself with great assiduity to the cultivation of his voice and he was encouraged in what he did by the flatterers who al- ways surrounded him. His interest in the musical art at last became an ex- travagant passion. Under the influ- ence of this passion he appeared on the public stages and at the circuses held in the great amphitheatres, and his love of applause in his newly-acquired art led him, as historians say, to hire a corps of five thousand men to applaud him at the different places in which he appeared. These men were regular- ly trained, so that the work of ap- plauding became an art to be acquired by constant study, different modes and degrees of applause being proper for different scenes and acts. The utmost precision was required on the part of THE REDWOOD 287 the clappers in their response to the signals. The deified Nero also used to require on the days when he was to perform, that the doors of the theatre should be closed when the audience had assembled and that no egress should be allowed on any pretext whatever. Sometimes he used to come back from journeys to foreign cities, where he had been performing on the stage at great public festivals and enter Rome in triumph with the garlands and crowns and other insignia which he had gathered, adorning his imperial brow. A triumph was usually allowed only to a commander who had achieved a glorious victory over a foreign foe, but so great was the vanity and false pride of this gluttonous ruler that he gave himself a great triumph on the least pretext. It was in fact only in such magnificent spectacles as these that Nero appeared before the public at all. As soon as he came into power, as has been said, he sank to the lowest de- gree of profligacy and vice. After having spent the evening in drinking and debauchery he would sally forth into the streets at midnight to mingle there with the vilest prostitutes of the city. Often he became involved in street brawls and if ever he met with one or other whose appearance or dress did not suit him he and his companions would beat them to death and dispose of their bodies in the neighboring ca- nals. But the most remarkable and the most renowned and the most notorious event which occurred in the reign of Nero was the burning of Rome. The savage instincts of the Emperor were gratified, were glutted to the full. He sought something new, something startling. So he burned Rome. For three days the lions and panthers, loosed from the amphitheatres, roam- ed, screaming wildly in the streets of Rome, and the citizens, all who had not fled upon the first hint of a tre- mendous conflagration, were burned in the buildings like caged rats, or were crushed beneath the falling walls, or were eaten alive by the foaming-mouth- ed animals, or were drowned in the waters of the yellow Tiber. To escape death in one horrid form or another Avas almost impossible, and thousands were killed, and thousands of others, scarcely less lucky, were left destitute and homeless. And during this awful scene of carnage, of bloodshed, of des- olation, Nero sat in his imperial palace drinking in the scene of horror, with bloodshot eyes. Half a million people suffered — and the emperor laughed; nay even sat with his instrument and composed a song, deeming it a diver- sion fit for a temperamental Monarch. But such injustice, such greed and infamous tyranny could not be endured forever. At first the people were over- awed by the horrors of Nero ' s reign. He was a snake that charmed them and then destroyed them. But at last the 288 THE REDWOOD awakening came, and the Roman peo- ple rose in open rebellion against him. They stormed the army of emancipated slaves with which the Emperor had surrounded himself. But these were powerless before the mighty legions of Rome. And upon the first approach of Roman soldiers Nero ' s hireling army fled in terror. Nero in despair ordered one of his menials to hold a sword be- fore him and he flung himself upon the sharp weapon. Thus died the most in- famous of the Roman emperors, un- loved and unsung by his countrymen. ®tje (Eahallmi ' 0 Cammt Driven from us are de Padres, Spoil ' are our Missions gran ' , De Gringo ees taken our homes from us, De Indian ees fled from de Ian ' . De Senorita ' s smile no more Breengs joy to Caballero ' s brow ; Fiesta, song an ' dance are gone, for Our California ees dead now. The Publican J. Charles Murphy. WO men went up into the temple to pray, the one Pharisee and the other Publican. The Phari- see, standing, prayed thus with himself: ' 0 God, I give Thee thanks that I am not as the rest of men, extortioners, unjust, adulter- ers, as also is this Publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. ' And the Publican, standing afar off would not so much as lift up his eyes towards heaven, but struck his breast saying, ' 0 God, be merciful to me, a sinner. ' I say unto you, this man went down into his home justified rather than the other, for everyone that exalteth himself shall be humbled and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted. Even so. I. To the office first this morning, sir? said the chauf feur. Samuel Grotophorst, master of millions, chuck- led from the depths of his pouched throat. This was a standing joke be- tween him and the trusted pilot of his gray limousine. No siree, he answered in a deep throaty voice. Let ' s make a tour of the city first. ' ' But Jack understood with a twinkle in his eye and Samuel Grotophorst, no longer thin and no longer slender, knew that the servant understood. This was the formula gone through almost every morning when the master was in fine fettle ; and this morning he felt unusually bright. One could tell that by his erect carriage, by his springing step, by his sparkling eye. And Jack Pitts, being the slave of a money master had long ago found out that the one sure way of keeping on the right side of the ledger was by at- tuning himself to the changing moods of his master. That is why he occa- sionally asked Grotophorst of the rock- hewn face whether or not he wished to go directly to the office. For it was a legend among the in- ner circle of New York ' s financiers, the few highest up who had their hands on the nerve center of the world ' s fi- nances, that Samuel Grotphorst never dilly-dallied. He was always blunt, to the point, direct. Grotophorst, the money king, realized that his name was a snynonym for directness, for punctu- ality, and deep down — for there was a heavy stratum of pride hidden some- where beneath the masterful tracery of his marvelous brain — he gloried in his reputation. 289 290 THE REDWOOD And Jack Pitts knew and knowing profited. When the greyhound lolled up to the curb this morning Samuel Grotophorst slipped a gold, eagle into the chauffeur ' s hands. The automaton at the steering wheel watched the great man as he walked into the immense jowls of the yawning skyscraper. Old man ' s sure feelin ' like a kink this morning, he grinned in satisfac- tion. Inside the monster building all was hurry — pre-ordered, systematized hur- ry. But as the. money giant entered, the colored porter had to stop and scrape and bow, and the elevator boy ' s time was not so valuable but that he could come back half a story for the cenvenience of the smiling patrician. The financier entered his marble of- fice smilingly. He was on time this morning. He was always on time — ■ that was one of the secrets of his phe- nomenal success in life. Mr. Johns, the private secretary, rose as he entered and in the whole vast office there was a change. The fifteen typewriters seemed to pause and then they seemed to click on faster than before. The army of under-secre- taries and lesser employees seemed to become suddenly, electrically, more unified, more positive. Samuel Groto- phorst had not jarred the wonderful system. His advent every morning promptly at eighty forty-five simply imparted a galvanic shock, startled the system into a pulsating, renewed activity. It was a thing to be commented upon that the master ' s mood seemed to im- part itself to every vein and artery of his great temple of trade. This morn- ing he was happy and genial. And the office boys whistled under their breath, the typewriters seemed to race along merrily and Miss Johnston, the great man ' s private stenographer smiled sometimes when she thought he was not looking. At his glass desk one document was awaiting his signature. Concentration — doing but one thing at a time, that was another of the mile-stones on his road to success. He disposed of the paper quickly and another was brought on — and another. Have my lunch brought to the of- fice, he said to Johns. And Johns ar- ranged everything. That afternoon when Samuel Groto- phorst stepped into his greyhound he was still happy. And it was not the thought of the exhilirating game of golf he was going to play or of the hot shower, the quick rub and the invigor- ating walk in the biting air that made him so full of the joy of living. Nor was it the thought of the luxurious fireside and the lovely wife and the laughing kiddies. No, he was just glad, satisfied, that was all. He sank into the soft cushions. I ' ve just put through my greatest deal, he said, and my name in the ranks of financiers is assured. Then, too, I just put my name to a check for a million dollars to aid the cause of charity. A million dollars., THE REDWOOD 291 That will be matter for headlines when those ravenous reporters get hold of it. Yes, he was satisfied with himself. Ever since the day he had shaken hands with his brother Bill at the little country station at San Felipe it had been a constant, bitter struggle, a fight to the knife. But here he was — a suc- cess. The biggest money king in New York and one of the most generous contributors to charity. That check for a million would startle ' em. Once he had blacked boots and studied law on the side. The lines of character were deep in his face and there was a note of hardness there too. Yes, the struggle had been bitter; but after all — he had won. His thoughts flew back to the plain little home in the valley — to his old mother whom he had not seen for the thirty years previous to her death ten years ago. He saw his brother Bill who had cared for the old woman until her death on the little ten-acre farm. Poor old Bill, he said to himself. ' ' I wonder if he ' s still scratching a liv- ing out of the ten-acre piece. He was too slow, too unprogressive. The limousine stopped and Samuel Grotophorst, financier and philanthro- pist, satisfied with the world and with himself trotted lightly up the steps of his mansion. II. Old Bill Grotophorst was the horni- est, closest, gruffest dog in the whole San Felipe country. Everybody said so. His barren ten acres never yet brought a crop that would compare with the harvests of his more prosper- ous neighbors. For he was not mod- ern. He would spend no money for this stuff they called fertilizer which helped the farmers to produce plenty from the land which before had grown next to nothing. Everyone said that if he spent a little money for improve- ments and fertilizer he could put his pocket-handkerchief ranch on a pay- ing basis. He ' s too consarned close-fisted, was the way Zeke Watson put it, and that expression seemed to sum up the general opinion of Bill Grotophorst. He lived all alone in a shack ; for after his old mother died he had never taken the trouble to marry. It ' d cost too much to support a wife, some one had suggested. Nobody ' d have him, added anoth- err. So Bill lived alone in his cabin. Ten years ago his mother had died at a re- markable age for she was of a sturdy stock and death came hard. Old Bill had cared for his mother well and ev- eryone remarked that after she died he seemed to tighten right .up and never spend a cent beyond what he abso- lutely had to. And before her death the neighbors thought Bill was not such a bad fellow even though he was a bit gruff-like. But now the years rolled by and ev- eryone detested him more each year. He hardly spoke to his neighbors. But 292 THE REDWOOD morning and night he was out on his barren ten acres with Bess and old Roan, working like mad till everyone wondered how flesh and blood could stand the strain. He was out when the rain poured in torrents. He was out when the red sun burned like fire. Every morning he was up with the dawn and at even- ing he would not quit work until the finger of darkness forced him to leave the worn handles of the makeshift plow. Old Roan and Bess were droop- ing under the strain. Roan was a sway- back now and the hair had all fallen from Bess ' s mane and she was scrawny and mangy. But Bill Grotophorst, horny-handed and close-fisted and mean-hearted too, so everyone said, did not see. There was one inexplicable mystery about Bill. Like a dog he toiled on. There was no diversion except that, once a month on Sunday morning he hitched old Roan and Bess to the tum- ble-down buckboard and shambled off down the dusty lane — whither no one knew. But every other Sunday he slaved like a dog. Mebbe he goes to church, Bill Simms suggested to the cracker-box fraternity collected about the roaring fire in Jenk ' s grocery. There was a loud guffaw, for that shot hit home. Bill Grotophorst going to church. That was a pippin. So the years rolled on and the ten- acre ranch grew more and more dilap- idated. The nutshell shack leaked and the people wondered why old Groto- phorst couldn ' t buy some shingles in- stead of patching up the roof with old boards which were so rotten that the nails sank through them. But he paid attention to no one and toiled and struggled to wrest a subsistence from the unyielding land. Somehow, but how, no one knew, he managed to live and there were rumors that he had a bit of gold stored away. For by his inhu- man struggle he wrenched crops how- ever poor from the little ranch. Still he was more miserly than ever. He worked long hours and sometimes the neighbors noted that he did not even stop for dinner. And old Roan and Bess grew shaggier and slower and now the pace was beginning to tell on old Bill himself. He was more stoop- shouldered than ever and his cold hard eyes were growing dim and lustreless, and even the sight of gold did not make them gleam any more. Bill Grotophorst, too, had a rock-hewn face and it was sagging a bit now, but the deeply-carv- ed lines of determination were still there. But still, in spite of all, regularly once a month on Sunday old Roan and Bess were hitched to the rickety buck- board and off he went, standing up when the road was rocky. The springs of the wagon were broken till the body rested on the axles — and new springs cost money. No one ever dared follow him for he was drifting apart from all human intercourse. Hardly anyone spoke to him now. THE REDWOOD 293 There were grim surmises, spoken in low tones as to the destination of his monthly excursions, but still no one knew. Another year passed by and one day old Roan died. It almost broke Groto- phorst ' s heart, if he had any heart, which was considerably doubted. And now his regular trips in sun- shine and rain were made with old Bess alone. The old ranch was going to ruin for he tried in vain to scratch the tough land with one dying horse. But still he toiled on and on. And then one day the sceret was discovered. Si Jenkins was herding his cows on the hill near the cemetery one after- noon and he saw the old buckboard rat- tling along with Grotophorst standing upright to avoid the jolts. Old Bess was pushing forward gallantly, but anyone could see she was on her last legs. He stopped at the cemetery. The man ' s actions were peculiar, but Si could not tell exactly what he did do. He entered the graveyard and walked around a long time seeming to stay near one spot. Several times he paced about with measured tread as if he was stepping off. Then after a time he got into the old buckboard. Giddap Bess, he yelled. And he rattled off. After that gossip traveled on the wings of the wind. Mebbe he ' s robbin ' graves, said one. Or stealin ' the clothes off ' n dead people, suggested another. And so on without end. And then something happened. Bill Grotophorst sold the barren ranch for a miserable stipend. Lem Gabriel gave him fifty dollars for the ten acres. The money was paid over in Jenk ' s grocery store and Grotophorst asked for two weeks to leave. He talked to old Bess as he rattled along towards home. Take your time, old pal, he said gently. We ' re about at the end of the rope now. So-o-o-o old gal, so-o-o-o. And then one sweet June morning they found him dead in his cabin. His last will and testament was under his straw pillow on the board mattress. It was scrawled and almost ineligible and ran thus: MY WILL. I got all told $400. It was hell to save it. It is for a fine toomstone for my old ma ' s grave. It is like the pitch- er of the toomstone in the book in the box by the window. It is 14 by 10. I stepped it off more ' n onct. I am gone now. I feel it. Im no good but get the toomstone. I dont want no more. Bill Grotophorst. And that is all. Except that my father told me this story one wild stormy day long ago. My father is a financier. His name is Samuel Groto- phorst. PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - - - - - J CHARLES MURPHY BUSINESS MANAGER - - - - - - - CLARENCE K. CANELO ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER - - WILLIAM MULDOON CIRCULATION MANAGER ------ LOUIS A. BERGNA ASSOCIATE EDITORS REVIEWS -----_.. EDWARD L. NICHOLSON UNIVERSITY NOTES ------- R . C RAIG HOWARD ALUMNI ------- . CHESTER PALMTAG ATHLETICS -- - - - - - - LOUIS T. MILBURN f M. V. MERLE ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS - - - - - - A.T. LEONARD I G. A. NICHOLSON EXECUTIVE BOARD EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. SO a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL ' ' Silence — and only is The heard, Retreat The tramping of foot- steps ; Pensive, as fearing to tread Prom the stillness of thought into dark- ness. Our lives are flowing along each day as a river, paced and guided by our ac- tions, words and thoughts. With the beginning of the retreat, we stop, as it were, and in thoughtful silence allow the streams of our lives to flow by in review, and by the gentle words of reproof from him who gives the retreat, we, startled ofttimes at the growing tributaries of habit, stem the source, and turn the stream again to the path that leads to Eternal rest. This year the retreat was given by 294 THE REDWOOD 295 Fr. Boland. No news could have been more welcome. With the justice of a great philosophical mind and the judg- ment of a prophet, Fr. Boland chose his words and conveyed his thoughts, not by instilling the fear of the Last Judgment, but by winning back for Him Whom he serves, the Love of Him, foresworn by a careless word or deed. Long may the lesson of the retreat linger with us, and ofttimes when we would otherwise have fallen, maj ' it turn our minds to the simple inscrip- tion on the old Mission cross He who perseveres to the end shall be saved. Junior Number One day old Horace was reading the work of the master, Homer. The story goes that when he came across the expression sea-shouldering whales he shouted for joy. The infin- ite suggestion contained in those words at once captivated the mind of the man who is the model, far removed of course, of all true poets since those days. It is the object of every man who wished to attain skill along liter- ary lines to search out the fitting word and most of all the suggestive expres- sion — the one which of all others will convey his thought better than could a volume of unsuggestive words, And to find the right word, to find the sug- gestive expression is indeed a difficult task. Ceaseless search and unremit- ting toil are the means to this end. Speaking in this connection Robert Louis Stevenson says Before he can tell what cadences he prefers, the stu- dent should have tried all that are pos- sible; before he can choose and pre- serve a fitting key of words, he should long have practiced the literary scales ; and it is only after years of such gym- nastics that he can sit down at last, legions of words swarming to his call, dozens of turns of phrase simultane- ously bidding for his choice, and he himself knowing what he wants to do and (within the narrow limits of a man ' s ability) able to do it. Which all comes to this,— that the Juniors have taken one issue of The Red- wood and setting before the student body their humble efforts in the liter- ary line, have shown that they are at some point, however distant from the goal, on the road to success in the line of literary expression as explained by Stevenson, the master. J. Charles Murphy. _, , , Actions speak louder Table ,, , ,, -. p.. .. than words, and m the most common of all practices on the campus we read and reflect much. Table Etiquette ! It is always an unconscious effort, and thus can we discern certain characteristics which show forth openly and unfeign- edly. About a banquet table there is always more or less formality; and lit- tle lessons which may have been in- stilled long ago return, or else when a person is not quite sure of proceeding 296 THE REDWOOD he will purposely, and usually with awkwardness, hesitate about using a certain fork until he has seen some other commence. In the refectory everybody is at ease, and no formalities are consid- ered. Those who have felt the taste of a lash across the hands for coming to table with unclean hands are first no- ticed. This is a big thing in their fa- vor, for usually the other teachings have not been neglected. And when the soup is served you see them take the spoon between two fingers and holding it lightly, slowly drink the broth, and so through each course with care, yet unconsciously they wield the table- ware politely and tidily. The others though, and sometimes those who show every appearance of refinement and good breeding, grasp knives, spoons, and forks, in the same forcible manner, gorging the food for- cibly into stuffed mouths and gulping it down hastily with the aid of vast draughts of coffee. Due no doubt to the large amount of notoriety given to the fatalities caused by the severing of the jugular veins by careless eaters with the knife, the sword swallowers are in the minority and these are dis- couraged by continual remonstrances from the other members at the table. Some day, maybe, one of the big film companies will donate a film What not to do at Table , or else some vol- unteer, with the approval of the pre- fect, will stand in a conspicuous part of the refectory, and as we now fol- low the yell-leader in unison, he will instruct us in the proper methods of using the utensils supplied. Chester Palmtag. Univ. of Tennessee Although, University of Tennessee Magazine, this is our winter time out here in California, and at present it is raining very profusely, we are not in a winter mood. The poetry is good as far as it goes. A Valentine is simple and easy to read — it says what it means just the same as our best friends, — nor did the gentle name attached thereto prompt this criticism as the Mills College girls will affirm. The death of the poet Aeschylus, though under rather peculiar circum- stances is beautifully told. Why Europe is at War is credit- ably written and sets forth what seems to us a fair version of the present Eu- ropean war and its causes. The fiction is up to its usual stan- dard and contains the lightness that fic- tion of the type should possess. too; but powerful as is the theme, we feel that it should convey a greater truth, or moral, before it graces the author ' s name or the Stylus ' pages. The poetry, though not overabund- ant, is excellent, and the essays con- vey their meaning admirably. For them we have naught but praise. The poem entitled, The Mother, caught our eye. Perhaps it was the name, perhaps the brevity. It is sim- ple and short, but great things often come in small packages, and the irony contained in the lines, — Why does she, moaning stand When in her wrinkled hand, Lies priceless trophy that a king might prize Above his life and crown, — the Iron Cross? could hardly be otherwise expressed in a thousand words. Our first glance into the Boston Stylus leaves a favorable impression. The Coward is a fair story, well told Boston Stylus After reading the Gonzaga Gonzaga from the opening impressive poem, The Purification, to the end of her success-bearing Athletic Notes, 297 298 THE REDWOOD we have but the greatest praise for the Spokanians, (and this word is not meant to be as foreign as it looks). The two essays are. very well written, in our judgment. We were especially interested in The Emancipation of Poland, a nd some day not far distant the general public will realize that we have, besides Belgium, other very needy friends across the sea. The stories are very entertaining, but the book will be more interesting if there are more stories than essays. The poetry is of such a high stan- dard that we feel hardly justified in speaking of the scarcity of stories; still, the fiction there present, is treated with such a fullness in every detail that they, in their wordy dumbness, tell of a Bret Harte or a Jack London in embryo. From St. Louis comes Fleur de Lis the Fleur De Lis , a very steady, sturdy and altogether acceptable magazine. It is one that is always good, always with plenty of solid and readable matter. And it is just on this point of its solid- ity that we might be apt to find fault— too many essays, too few poems and stories. We are not as some, who judge a magazine solely on the poetry it contains ; but we would suggest that a little more incense be burnt at the shrines of the Goddess of Poetry and Fiction. Edward L. Nicholson. Mntu rsitg N0t£B In the upper house the Senate Senators are to be gov- erned by the following lately elected officers: Elmer Jensen, Yice Prex., an excellent man of many parts and incidentally from the land of perpetual snow, somewhere in Sweden . Senator Noeltner, with a glance at his ability, we believe will most perfectly fulfill the office of Cor- responding Secretary. Senator Stew- art has been elevated to the position of Recording Secretary. Senator Quill, a man still and deep, with keen financial ideas, has been made Treasurer. Sena- tor W. Scull Muldoon, we are sure, will connive at no departures from the rigid rules of Senatorial decorum. c Outdoing anything for _ sheer splendor that has been seen in these parts for many moons was the banquet of our august Senatorial Body, held at the Vendome Hotel, Feb. 20th. The ban- quet hall was most lavishly decorated for the occasion; and, we are told, it was the grandest affair held at the ho- tel this year. Some sixty sat down at table, the head of which was graced by His Grace, the Most Reverend Edward J. Hanna, Archbishop of San Francisco. No mean part of the evening ' s enter- tainment were the speeches, which characterized the banquet as a real in- tellectual treat. For not a speech was there which could not be set down as a first class oration. The Toast Master was Robei ' t Tremaine ' 18. And to the toasts the following replied : Eloquence and the Law, C. M. Cassin ' 88 ; Giants of Old (poem), Charles D. South ' 01; Memories, Rev. Thos. J. O ' Connell ' 92; The Senate and To-Day, Senator Ed. Harter ' 18 ; To-Morrow ' s Promise, Sen- ator Elmer Jensen ' 18 ; The Senator ' s Ideal, Joseph A. Sullivan, S. J.; The Spoken Word, Most Reverend Edward J. Hanna. Much praise is due to Father Sulli- van, President of the Senate, for to him in the last analysis the success of the whole affair is due. House The House has put on foot several enterprises which will mark the re- maining period of the semester as an 299 300 THE REDWOOD unusually active one. Plans are being formulated, which if they materialize, will outcharacterize by sheer splendor, the banquet of the Senators. We think the steps taken by the House are a bit ambitious, but not at all incommensur- ate with their opinion of their dignity. Preparations are being most earnestly made for the Kyland Debate, and great confidence is entertained in the sever- al prospective participants, who are semi-weekly brushed up in their co- pia verborum. fulfull his office, we are sure, from a lofty, efficient and harmonious plane. The intriguing Fresh- Freshman man have ' ' con spirito ' ' conducted an election with the following results: Bobbie Don, president; Mick Casey, vice president; Alvin McCarthy, secretary and treasurer; Shorty Barrett, ser- geant at arms. It would have been dif- ficult to have selected a more appropri- ate executive, and all concur in the Freshie ' s latent talent for preference. By the person of Shorty Barrett, this scholastic faction is assured of sweet and palatable quiescence that will be brought about by his despo tic pro- pensities. Basin McCarthy, of Irish extraction, but of Nubian physiogno- my, behind a guise of extravagance, conceals an ardent flame of avaricious - ness that would qualify him to be con- sidered as a pal of Shylock. Mick Caesy, poetic by nature and of tragic temperament, will melodramatically Student Body The February meeting of the Associated Stu- dents was held on the ninth, Pres. Nicholas Martin presiding. The proceedings were brief and much concerned with the facts at issue. An inquiry was made concerning the ver- dict of the executive committee with regard to the presentation of gold foot- balls to participants of the Stanford game. A loose silence preceeded a mo- tion to adjourn. Three strange members Sanctuary have been entered into the mysteries of the Sanctuary Society, John Muldoon, Jack O ' Neil and Albert Quill. Great appre- ciation is expected with regard to their formal debut before the convoked en- tirety of the society. It is said Mul- doon entertains certain vocal aspira- tions, while Jack O ' Neil has a talent for the Ballet Russe. The annual retreat was Retreat conducted by the Rev. Father William Boland, S. J., who performed his difficult task very much to the satisfaction of his penitent auditors. His convincing dic- tion was admirably freckled with his sound philosophy, and the least we may say is that it was excellent. A retreat, THE REDWOOD 301 it goes without saying, is not meant to be a period of amusement nor enforced mental relaxation, though that in some individual cases may come in incident- ally. It is meant for a time of work, of serious, sober reflection and earnest amendment of life. At the close of the retreat Fr. Boland expressed himself as being highly gratified at the splen- did behavior of the student body throughout the three days of silence and recollection. A very bright affair was arranged on Janu- ary eighth for the foot- ball team at San Jose. To the pleasure always attendant on excellent varieties Football Banquet of victuals, several speeches which in- terposed now and then halted raised forks, were the order of the evening. Things were heard from the Rev. Mod- erator, Fr. Henry Walsh, S. J., Ramon Aurrecoechea, and Coach Charles Aus- tin. With the exception of James Win- ston and Babe Coschina, the entire Varsity was present, together with the divers officers and gate custodians. Places were arranged for Frank O ' Neil, executive cheer shouter and his two as- sistants. Joe Herlihy, Otto Fritsch, Ed- die Sparks, and Pinky Leonard were among the privileged others. Roy Fowler from Oakland was elected Cap- tain of the 1917 Varsity. Craig Howard and Tracy Gaffey. Preparations are already under way for the Alumni Banquet, which will be held on Commencement Day, May 23rd. As has been the custom for some years, the St. Francis Hotel, San Francisco, will be the place of the grand reunion. And this year an exceptionally large crowd is expected to be in attendance. Those of the old boys assisting Father William Boland, the Alumni Moderator, in making preparations are George Woolrich, Joe McDevitt, Har- old McKinnon, Jack Collins, John Rior- dan and Judge Sargent. ' 87 Rev. Joseph McQuade, Ph. D., rector of the Sacred Heart Church, S. F., and widely known along the coast as else- where in the country, celebrated on February 22nd his 25th anniversary as a priest. Also Father McQuade recent- ly published a book With Christ in China . Fr. McQuade speaks with a true knowledge of his subject, having seen the Orient. He served in China as Chaplain during the Boxer Movement, also in the Philippines. His interest in the possibilities of American Catholic Missionary enterprise is intense. His book will undoubtedly find a large circle of readers, and win many a Catholic heart to the foreign mission cause, which, even yet has hardly af- fected the Catholic conscience of this country. ' 90 Word has reached us that Billy Sexton, of whom we had not heard in some time, is happily located at Yonkers, N. Y. Rev. Thomas O ' Connell, pas- ' 91 tor of St. Patrick ' s Church, San Jose, was one of the speakers at the Senate Banquet on Feb. 20th. His subject was Memories . Geo. Casey of Sacramento and ' 07 Miss Gaseoin are soon to be wedded in the Capitol city. Sincere congratulations George, and may you enjoy a long and happy mar- ried life. 302 THE REDWOOD 303 Even genial Robert Twohy, ' 08 alias Bif cannot resist cer- tain attractions; for the Spo- kane Chronicle of Dec. 9th, declares him to be in great danger. We quote the article in part: Society here, in Oregon, California, Minnesota and New York will be inter- ested in the announcement of the en- gagement of Miss Marie Dreary, daugh- ter of the late William Dreary, million- aire Idaho lumberman, to Robert Ed- mund Twohy, son of Judge John Two- hy, railroad contractor and builder and capitalist, which was made today by Mrs. H. J. Connor, mother of the bride-, elect. The wedding will take place in Spokane in the near future. The Twohy brothers, James, Bob, and Phil, are yet gratefully remembered at Santa Clara. Our best wishes to Bob and his fortunate intended. The following is taken from ' 11 the San Jose Mercury of February 11th: Sacred Heart church in Hollister was beautifully decorated in spring blossoms and foliage yesterday after- noon when Charles Wagner Dooling, son of Judge Maurice T. Dooling of the United States District Court, and Miss Gertrude Faye Graham, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. James Clark Graham, plighted their troth in the presense of relatives and friends. The Rev. P. Bra- dy officiated at the nuptial mass. Mr. Dooling is a graduate of the University of Santa Clara and while there took an active part in the ath- letic activities. He is now practicing law in San Francisco, being associated with Garret W. McEnerney. Hollister is the ' home city ' of the Doolings and they and the Grahams have been intimate friends for many years, and the Avedding yesterday, which is quite the most important that has been solemnized in Hollister in some months, is the culmination of a schoolgirl and boy romance and a very happy event in the respective family circles. Immediately following the mass, Mr. and Mrs. Dooling left on their honeymoon tour, after which they will be at home to their friends in San Fran- cisco. The Players Club of San ' 12 Francisco, composed of the leading amateur thespians of that city, gave a theatrical benefit for the library fund of Newman Hall, Feb. 13th. It was given under the direction of Dion Holm and was a great success. During his college days Dion was one of the brightest lights in histrioni- cal lines, and many well deserved com- pliments have been paid him, both for the ability he displayed and the rich quality of his voice. Tommy Lannon, S. J., is ' 12 now at St. Ignatius. Tommy was a great scholar while here and shone with especial brilliancy 304 THE REDWOOD as a Latin student. He spoke in the language of the ancients as naturally and well as his mother tongue. The diary which he kept faithfuly was an authentic record of the school happen- ings — but alas — it was in Latin. ' 13 Harry McGowan, who is mak- ing himself heard in the legal world in Orland, is branching out in his endeavors. He re- cently purchased a large apple orchard in Pajaro Valley and no doubt some of that old zip and jaz Harry displayed here when yell leader, will be instilled into his efforts of making farming a success. The Standard Oil Co. reach- ' 13 ing out for the efficient young blood has grasped Harry Curry. He is employed as a civil engineer. Possessed of that nev- er say die spirit while at school he will some day be one of the higher ups in the Co. Slick Celio is in the gro- Com. ' 13 eery business with his father at Nevada City. He is mar- ried and has been blessed with two children. Slick was a rough and ferocious miner, but he took on a polish while here and the business training also assimilated is now stand- ing him in good stead. Ed. McDonnell, one of Joe Ex- ' 14 Thomas ' able assistants in the Co-op Store in days gone by has forsaken the business world. The Voice which called was not to be denied. Soon after leaving Santa Cla- ra he entered the Dominican order and is now studying Philosophy at Wash- ington, D. C. Joseph DeMartini was a vis- Ex- ' 14 itor at Santa Clara. His pranks and deviltry often en- livened the yard in the days when we sought entire diversion behind the fences. He has disciplined himself and is now a severe, energetic business man traveling for the DeMartini Supply Co. of San Francisco. James Beach of Sacramento Ex- ' 14 returned to Santa Clara for a visit after an absence of five years. He had a hard time being con- vinced that it was Santa Clara he was viewing so great have been the im- provements. It ' s the same old spirit though, he remarked, and those few words explain the wonderful feature of Santa Clara. No matter how long the fellows have been away, on their return they find the same Santa Clara spirit and this same spirit which they have fostered and taken into the world no doubt is one big reason for the success which all experience. Jimmie is now a farmer THE REDWOOD 305 and hard times ' stranger to him. have been a total Fred Sick of San Diego drop- Ex- ' 15 ped in for a few days to visit the old place. He now holds a good position with the A. T. S. P. at San Diego. ' 16 Ed. W. Mulholland is now registered at Creighton in the medical department. He was one of our star men during his two years. Besides being a good stu- dent he added great strength to the football, baseball and basket ball teams. Tony Boone last week ' 16 was appointed by the South- ern Pacific Co. as their legal representative in the district of Mo- desto. Tony left no doubts at San- ta Clara as to his brightness, adapta- bility, and other sterling qualities and we are glad to see that he is already being recognized in the professional world. Cooie JVIcGinnis, our gi- Ex« ' 18 ant shortstop of the 1915 Varsity has signed with Ver- non in the Coast League. Cooie was rated as one of the cleverest shortstops in the college baseball world. Realiz- ing he lacked the experience of the more finished professionals he went to a Northwest club where he proved a sensation. That he will make good in his new berth there is no question. Prank Schellenback, another Ex- ' 18 one of our star athletes, has signed with the Chicago White Sox as a pitcher. He will meet with keen competition there, but his wonderful ability will assure him of a place on the team. His many friends wish him success. Chester Palmtag. Santa Clara 1, Olympic Club 4. In our second contest against the Winged Tossers , the Varsity was defeated by a score of 4 to 1. Med- craft of the visitors proved very effect- ive at critical moments and the excel- lent support he received from his team- mates prevented the Missionites from scoring on several occasions. Hickey pitched good ball for Santa Clara, but a costly error allowing two runs to tally proved fatal. Santa Clara scored its solitary run in the eighth inning, when Roney sin- gled, was sacrificed to second by Mil- burn, advanced to third on Desmond ' s single and scored on Maher ' s sacrifice fly. Desmond, O ' Neil and Bensberg did some excellent fielding, while Tramu- tola, Maloney and Benn were the choice of the Olympics. Santa Clara 3. a close and interesting game the Swain Sheehan ' s All Professionals 4. In All Professionals annexed a well- earned victory from the Varsity. Spider Baum and Lefty Mails did the twirling for the invaders and the team had a difficult task to fathom their fast breaking curves. The visit- ors scored two runs in the fifth inning, when Fitzpatrick issued a pass to Ire- land. Orr hit safely and a wild throw permitted both runners to score. The Varsity evened matters up in the sixth inning, when Le Bourveau walk- ed and Roney reached first safely on an error. O ' Neil sacrificed safely, both runners advancing. Bensberg hit sharply into left field, scoring both run- ners. Spider Baum added the third tal- ly on a home run. In the eighth inning ' ' Dutch ' ' Ruther 306 THE REDWOOD 307 singled, advanced to second on Mur- ray ' s sacrifice and scored on Risberg ' s double. For the visitors Baum, Risberg, Orr, and Mails scintillated, while Bensberg, Fitzpatrick and Pratt were the Var- sity ' s best performers of the day. Heine ' s Tigers 5. Santa Clara 4. Cold and disagreeable weather con- siderably marred what might have been a good exhibition of baseball, when the Varsity opposed Heine ' s Tigers. Leonard twirled for the Varsity, but the cold atmosphere compelled him to give way to Fitzpatrick, who did re- markably well. The visitors obtained an early lead, but fighting spirit and pep overcame this handicap and the eighth inning found the score 4 to 4. In the sixth inning Bensberg sin- gled, stole second and advanced to third on Le Bourveau ' s single. Rooney doubled, scoring both runners. Fitz- patrick singled, Rooney being thrown out at third. Fitzpatrick scored when O ' Neil hit safely to right field. In the eighth inning the Varsity scor- ed its final run. Milburn walked, stole second and third, and scored when Ma- her hit to infield. O ' Neil, Rooney, Bensberg, and Le Bourveau played well for Santa Clara, while Taft, Camozza and Schebner played good ball for the Tigers . Santa Clara 10. U. S. Naval Station 0. The Varsity anexed an easy victory against Uncle Sam ' s Sailors from Goat Island by a score of 10 to 0. Berg pitched his first game for the Varsity and held his opponents safely at all times. The Varsity scored five runs in the third inning when Farwell singled, and advanced to second on Desmond ' s sac- rifice, Le Bourveau walked and Maher singled, filling the bags; Milburn sin- gled, scoring two runners. Rooney walked and O ' Neil tripled. In the fourth inning Bensberg sin- gled and scored when Desmond doubled into right center. The Varsity tallied twice in the sev- enth inning when Berg reached first on an error. Milburn hit sharply to left advancing Berg to third base. Rooney ' s deep fly into center field scored Berg. BASKETBALL NOTES. The 1917 Basketball Team still con- tinues to add victory upon victory to its credit; and from present indications it appears that the Mission Quintet shall very likely anex the intercollegiate ti- tle of California and Nevada. Already Stanford, St. Ignatius and the University of Southern California, and the College of the Pacific, have suffered defeat at our hands, while va- rious club teams by no means could cope with the strenuous pace set by the Varsity. Santa Clara 41. Stanford 29. A large and enthusiastic assembly of Stanford and Santa Clara supporters were present on the local court to wit- ness our first intercollegate basketball 308 THE REDWOOD game against Stanford. It proved a very interesting contest with the Stan- ford players showing unusual dash and team work. The end of the first half found the visitors leading by a score of 18 to 16. In the second half the Varsity play- ed better as a team and used short snappy passes, which netted many scores. For Santa Clara Don was the indi- vidual star of the evening and it might be safely said that his accurate shooting and passing spelled a Santa Clara victory. Bensberg and Palmtag also showed to advantage. For the visitors Bonney, Wheatley and Greve played well. The teams lined up as follows : Santa Clara Position Stanford Don Forward Bonney Fowler Forward B-oney Vicini Center Wheatley Bensberg Guard Dolan, Sullivan Berndt, Guard Greve Palmtag Pelouze Santa Clara 38. St. Ignatius 25. The speedy quintet representing St. Ignatius University proved a worthy opponent to the Varsity. Continual fouling somewhat marred the game and the visitors reaped fif- teen of their points through errors of the Varsity. The Varsity shot baskets well, but lacked team work in passing the ball near the basket. But, fortunately their long distant shooting was very accur- ate. Vicini, Korte, and Berndt shot bas- kets well, while Palmtag did good guarding. For the visitors Larracon, Williamson and Dewey played well. The teams lined up as follows: Santa Clara Position St. Ignatius Don Forward Dewey Fowler, Korte Forward Larracon Berndt Center Galtes, Welan Vicini Guard Williamson Palmtag Guard Boyle Santa Clara 63. University of South. California 14. In a slow and uninteresting game the Varsity completely overwhelmed and outclassed the visiting University of Southern California team from Los Angeles. It is with regret that Coach Otto Fritsch did not use the Second Varsity against the visitors, as we feel confident they could have annexed a victory by a large score also. On re- peated occasions the Varsity remained in possession of the ball for several minutes and annexed scores without difficulty. Don, Berndt, Bensberg and Fowler played their usual steady game, while the visitors possessed no such play«r worthy of praise. .. The teams lined up as follows : Santa Clara Position U. S. C. Don Forward Henderson Fowler Forward McMillan Hackney Berndt Center Baker Bensberg Guard Haight Korte, Palmtag Guard Taylor THE REDWOOD 309 TRACK NOTES. Since acquiring the services of Otto Fritsch tht University shall again be represented on the cinder path with a track team. After remaining rather idle for a year or two the track is again the scene of many young athletes com- peting for honors. In the sprints we find Bensberg, Fowler, Brown, Desmond, Milburn, Berndt and Le Bourveau. Competing for the long distance events are Fuller, Forward, B. Mul- doon, Costa, Lamb, Murphy, Taber, Brennan and Burns. In the weight events Palmtag, Pratt, Ryan, Jackson, Bergna, J. Muldoon, Schutz and Nulk are showing to ad- vantage, while Don, Leonard, Vicini, Fellom and Sargent are high jumpers of ability. Volkmar, Berndt, Brown and Leon- ard are doing well in the broad jump, while Volkmar, Bradley and Mickel ap- pear the best in the pole vault. Curtin, McLaren and Berndt are a formidable trio in the hurdle events. Manager Aurrecoechea is arranging a weighty schedule to commence early in March. Louis T. Milburn. PREP NOTES. Basket-ball. When the Los Gatos quintet took a fall out of the Preps last month, the lat- ter, like the proverbial cat, came back, or rather reciprocated, and in the melee which followed the Preps ' re- venge was sweet with Fellom and Hy- podermic Moran playing the leading roles for the Preps. Horton too, looked good. College of Pacific Academy 23. Preps 38. Throughout the first half, the Tigers showed the Preps up leading by a score of 15 to 10. But the Preps were not to be held down, and in the second half they exhibited the required vivacity and spirit by winning by the above mentioned score. Captain Scott who has been out of the game on account of illness, appeared on the court for the first time in some moons. In the sec- ond half he went like a blazing hay- field nourished by the wind. Slinky Ferrario ' s eye was in good shape ring- ing them from all angles. Hillar was as good a hound as ever. MIDGETS. The Midgets have been a sensation all season. But since the last edition their sturdy little craft, which had borne them safely through many a tide was disabled on the shores of Hay- wards by the score of 30 to 19. Num- erous alibis, of course, were ascribed for this defeat, many of which were not in the slightest way connected with it. Some claim the atmosphere had a great deal to do with it, others said they felt not a little embarrassed while playing before an audience of the opposite sex ; but the more truthful ascribed the de- feat to lack of form and overconfi- dence. Quist and Rodgers of Hayward 310 THE REDWOOD and Woods and White of the Terriors, looked best on the floor. On February 3, the Midgets righted their craft and retaliated by the score of 28 to 22. Woods and White again shot the most baskets, while Capt. O ' Connor and Bergin really deserved to be called Guards . S. C. Midgets Position Haywards Woods Forward Rogers White Forward Quist Pipes Center Leonard McCarville Guard Cooper Bergin ' Connor Guard Christensen VALLEY LEAGUE. It was not, to use the words of Mr. Gaffey, Pope of the Mountain League, Snatched forth from the recesses of inaction, and set upon the shrine of act- ivity , nor was it unearthed, but Dame Pep seeing the need of ' JAZ ' among the Preps alighted on the cam- pus and formed out of nothing the Val- ley League. So now it is up to all the High School fellows to make the League a success. Still from the pres- ent outlook there is no doubt wha tever in our minds but that the League will be a success. And for this, as well as for every other Athletic Activity among the Preps and Midgets, we owe much more than we can say to Fr. McElmeel, — the Tireless. The Agnews team is cap- tained by Costa, Milpitas by Byrne, Blair leads Cupertino and Scott is at the helm of Alviso. May the Valley League live long and prosperous. Ben. T. Williams. CONTENTS AN EPITAPH (Verse) A DISCUSSION OF ARCH TYPES THE DEVELOPMENT OF TUNNELS Pacific Cruises (Continued) PANAMA AND THE CANAL A SOUL (Verse) - - - HISTORY AND DEVELOPMENT OF SU: ENGINEERING IN THE EUROPEAN W WINTER TO SPRING (Verse) SPRING TO WINTER (Verse) INSPECTION AND GAGING UNITED (Verse) ON SLEEPING OVER A FRIEND ' S GRAVE EDITORIALS EXCHANGES UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - ATHLETICS - - M. E. W. D. Lotz Leopold P. Di Fiore Chester Palmtag J. Charles Murphy 5MARINES M. J. Selaya R Marshall T. Garlinger J. Cody J. Cody Richard D. Fox James Carr Leo Hickey D. M. Masten 311 312 317 320 331 332 339 346 347 348 353 354 356 357 359 361 364 368 Entered Dec. 18, 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., APRIL, 1917 No. 6 An iEjniapIj y OMETIMES between long skadows on the grass- ($1 The skades of trials witkin tke vale of life Tkat bore kim down — Tke little truant waves of sunskine pass. Tke waves bore off tke mem ' ries of tke strife- Softened kis frown. My eyes grow dim witk kappiness tke wkile As eckoes of kis kumble word and smile Drift back to me — As oft I wander tkere and stand awkile Beside tke simple epitapk tkey carved Upon tke tree : In giving all tkou kast, may gain a friend, It katk for tkee. A Discussion of Arch Types W. D. Lotz. V ,;};. ' ;;.•: ' ;. ) EINFORCED concrete arches have come, in recent years, to occu- py such an important position that nobody interested in bridge building can afford to neglect them. The requisites of a good design are strength, economy and beau- ty. Of these, strength is paramount with economy ranking next. How much weight should be given to each is deter- mined by the opinion or prejudice of the designer and by local conditions which affect their relative importance to such an extent that without an intimate knowledge of them, it is impossible to determine the best structure. Arches may be divided into two main classes : hinged and hingeless. The hingeless arch consists of a contin- uous curved beam or slab (called the soffit or arch ring) made monolithic with respect to the abutments. Of the hinged type, only the three hinged con- struction will be considered here. It consists of pairs of struts, curved to follow the equilibrium polygon, with bearings, permitting a rotation of these struts, inserted at the crown and skew- backs. These two types may be fur- ther classified as full-barreled or rib- bed. In the full-barreled arch, the sof- fit is continuous throughout the width of the bridge, while the ribbed type consists of two or more longitudinal arched girders. Another subdivision is obtained by considering the spandrel construction. They are here classified as solid spandrel or free ring arches. The full-barreled arch may be either filled, in which the filling is held in place laterally by retaining walls of the reinforced or gravity type or by thin vertical slabs tied together by means of reinforced concrete stringers or cross walls, or they may be of free- ringed construction in which the weight of the roadway and loading is trans- mitted directly to the arch ring through independent spandrel columns or by continuous transverse walls of concrete. Near the crown the roadway may rest directly upon the arch ring. The col- umnar construction requires less mate- rial than the continuous wall but it ne- cessitates more form work and also concentrates the pressures over small- er areas. Consequently the continuous wall is generally chosen. The filled spandrel is usually the m ost economical type for arches of moderate rise and of less than 100 feet spans, and also for those over 100 feet in which the rise is less than one-tenth 312 THE REDWOOD 313 of the span. The open spandrel con- struction possesses the advantage in structures where the ratio of rise to span is greater than these. It also is much lighter, thus reducing the size and consequently the cost of the arch- ring and abutments. Where the al- lowable pressure on the foundation is small, regardless of span or rise, the open-spandrel is the safer and there- fore the better type. Problems relat- ing to drainage and waterproofing are also eliminated by the use of open spandrels. The cost of forms in all free-ringed arches is greater than for those of the filled type, but in high crowned struc- tures and in those of more than 100 foot spans the saving in concrete will usually more than compensate for the additional form work. This extra amount is due to the great cost of the retaining walls and to the increased thickness of the arch ring and the abutments. For very wide bridges, where the cost of retaining walls per foot of width is small, comparative es- timates are necessary in determining the most suitable type. The ribbed arch must be constructed with open spandrels of the columnar type. It possesses all the advantages of the free-ringed form and besides it is economical of material due to the shape of its ribs. This happens because the strength of beams and girders of equal areas varies directly as the squares of their depths. Although the arch ring is not exactly a beam, being sub- mitted to both beamed and columnar action, the rule still holds. Tempera- ture and shrinkage stresses, however, vary with the moment of inertia of the cross-section; consequently their effect on ribbed arches is usually much great- er than on those of solid soffits. In arches where the ratio of rise to depth is large the magnitude of the tempera- ture and shrinkage stresses is compara- tively small this factor has but little effect, but in flat arches it might exert a controlling influence in the selection of the proper type. Insufficiency of lateral support in some arches of the ribbed type, especi- ally if they are in danger of pressures caused by floods, is also a factor in fa- vor of the solid ring. The same condi- tions obtain in exceedingly high struc- tures which are liable to considerable wind pressure. When this lateral brac- ing is provided, much of the economy of the ribbed arch disappears. Hinged construction has made feasa- ble many structures where the fixed arch would have been impractical and unsafe. This type is used very extens- ively in Europe, but there appears to be a prejudice or lack of confidence in it in this country which, however, is disappearing as the advantages of the hinges are becoming better understood. In this construction a change in temper- ature produces little or no stress in the arch for the elongation of the ring is absorbed by the unresisted rise and fall of the hinges. Care must be taken to provide amply for the expansion of the 314 THE REDWOOD floor system because to the horizontal expansion of it, there is no correspond- ing change of length in the arch ring. On the contrary, the vertical motion of the ring will aggravate this condi- tion. The advantage due to elimination of temperature stresses in structures of large depth of ring and of rise less than one-sixth of the span is at once appar- ent. If the rise is less than one-tenth the span their advantage in this respect is unquestionable. In arches of mod- erately high rise the hinges are of but little advantage. Under these condi- tions the extra cost of the hinges might make the hinged arch decidedly un- economical when compared with those of fixed ring. The hinges should be carefully de- signed for the elmination of friction. Otherwise the rib shortening and tem- perature changes will cause stresses to be developed. The frictional resist- ance of stone hinges is greater than in those made of metal. Hinges of iron and steel, due to their higher allowable unit stresses, can be built on smaller radii than those of stone or concrete, thus reducing the contact surfaces which, in turn, allows th e line of pres- sure to be more precisely located. For these reasons, metal hinges are to be preferred on all large and important bridges. If rigidity is taken as a basis for com- parison, the hingeless arch excels those in which hinges are used. Lateral brac- ing is an absolute necessity in hinged arches of the ribbed type if there is any danger of horizontal forces. The use of hinges also increases the deflec- tions. Consequently it is not as suita- ble for heavy traffic or railway struc- tures as it is for light highway bridges in which this movement is not so im- portant. As there are fixed points through which the equilibrium polygon must pass, the three-ringed arch is statically determinate. This coupled with the fact that there are no temperature stresses to consider, allows the use of higher unit stresses than are permissa- ble in the monolithic arch. The hinge- less arch is much harder to analyze be- cause it is indeterminate but the ana- lysis of such structures by the elas- tic theory agree so closely with ex- perimental tests that no one doubts the adequacy of such designs. In this respect both types are equally good. The hinged arch, however, requires less time in designing because the best shape of the ring can be determined with fewer computations. Although they are strong arguments in its favor, elimination of temperature stresses and ease of analysis are not the chief advantages of the hinged arch. In locations where foundations are insecure the superiority of it is un- questioned for it permits a considera- ble movement of the abutments with- out injury to the arch. If these condi- tions prevail the hinged arch may be economical for arches of greater rise than previously mentioned: the extra THE REDWOOD 315 cost more than compensating for the elaborate abutments necessary to pre- vent yielding of a hingeless arch. Unit methods of erection with their consequent saving in cost are especially applicable to hinged arch construction. The same methods, but to a more lim- ited extent, can be used in building hingeless arches of the open spandrel type. . In the filled arch the only place they can be employed is in the con- struction of the hand-rail or other min- or parts. The American engineer due to his familiarity with the necessary unsight- liness of steel bridges is inclined to consider the artistic possibilities of the concrete arch of but little importance. ' ' Outdoor Art Leagues , City Beauti- ful Commissions and other bodies or- ganized for esthetic purposes, are doing so much to neutralize this influence that the present tendency is to give the artistic phase of the design more im- portance. The inherent beauty of the arch is so pronounced that it can be made to improve almost any landscape with but a small expenditure. In order to obtain true beauty the mind of the observer should be im- pressed with the apparent strength of the structure. This requires a gradual thickening of the arch ring from the crown to the abutments. The three- hinged arch is an offender in this re- spect because of the necessary increase in thickness at the haunches over those at the crown and skewbacks. Open spandrel construction best emphasizes the strength and proportions of a bridge. If the solid spandrel type is chosen, some method of indicating the thickness of the arch ring should be utilized. The Development of Tunnels L. P. Di Fiore. HE dawn of civilization found man utilizing his creative faculties to find ways by which he could shorten and facilitate his travels on this globe of ours. His- tory sees the ancient Egyptians and Assyrians digging small underground passages. From these tunnels were evolved the immense subways of today. In these times no project, whether it be a passage through the Alps, a tube under the East River, or a system of underground arteries, presents any especially difficult problems to those human moles, the modern tunnel build- ers. Tunneling, as we have seen above, is not altogether a modern invention. We read in history about a king of Egypt, who, upon ascending the thorne, began at once to drive a long narrow passage to the chamber of the rock-cut tomb of Thebes, which was to be his final resting place. Similar rock-cut work was performed by the Nubians and Cludians in building their temples, by the Aztecs in America, and by the most ancient civilized peoples. The first built-up tunnels known were those con- structed by the Assyrians. The vaulted passage under the Southeast palace of Nimruid, built by Shalmaneser II (860- 824) B. C, is in essentials, a true soft- ground tunnel. The one under the Euphrates is the first subaqueous tunnel of which any record exists. It was built under the dry bed of the river, the water of which was temporarily diverted and after- wards turned back again into its normal channel when the tunnel work was completed. This subway was built through soft ground and was lined with brick masonry. It was fifteen feet high and twelve feet wide on the in- side. Only hand work was employed in ancient tunnel construction. In soft ground picks and shovels or scoops were used. For rock work the ancients possessed a greater range of appli- ances. Research has shown that among the Egyptians, by whom the art of quarrying was highly developed, use was made of tube drills and saws with cutting edges of corundum or other gritty materials. The usual tools for rock work were the hammer, chisel and wedges. The excellence and magnitude of the rock work accomplished with the limited appliances attest the unlim- ited time and labor necessary for their accomplishment. Few tunnels are found before those 316 THE REDWOOD 317 of the Etruscans. After them came the Roman works. The latter rank as the greatest tunnel builders of antiquity in the number, magnitude and useful character of their works and in the im- proved methods they devised. They in- troduced fire as an agent for breaking down rocks, and developed the familiar principle of prosecuting work in sev- eral places at once by means of shafts. To do this they built large fires in front of the rock which was to be broken down and when it had reached a high temperature, cooled it suddenly by throwing water on it, thus producing cracks. Drilling and blasting with gun- powder was first used in the Frieburg mines in 1613. One of the great Roman works which was built by Vespasian, carried the Plaminian Way through the range of the Apenines. The tunnel of Posilipo, twenty-two hundred feet in length, on the road from Naples to Possuoti, was built about 36 B. C, and is still in use. The unique way in which this tunnel is illuminated is the predominant feature in this work. Its walls and roof grad- ually converge as they approach the center, thus forming a double funnel- like passage. By this arrangement the light rays were concentrated towards the middle so as to improve the natural lighting. The tunnel at the entrance is seventy-five feet high. It is suppos- ed to have been excavated during the time of Augustus, but some authori- ties place it at an earlier date. Remains show that the lakes Trasi- mene, Albano, Nemie and Pucino were all drained by means of emissaries or tunnels, the last of which is still nearly perfect and open to inspection. Julius Caesar conceived the idea of this stu- pendous undertaking and it was car- ried into effect by Claudius. The fol- lowing account gives some idea of its extent and the difficulties encounter- ed. The circumference of the lake with bays and promontories is about thirty miles. The length of the emis- sary which lies nearly in a direct line from the lake to the river Liris is some- thing more than three miles and has a maximum depth of four hundred feet. Its construction involved the sinking of forty vertical shafts and many inclined galleries, requiring the labor of thirty thousand men during a period of eleven years. It was the most celebrated work of its time and still remains in a state of perfect preservation. It appears that the actual drainage was relin- quished soon after the death of Claudius either from the perversity of Nero, as the words of Pliny seemed to imply, or by neglect, for it was later reopened by Hadrian. Superintendence on the part of the engineer must have been rather lax among the ancient Romans, if we are to judge from the following corre- spondence dating from the year 152 A. D.: Varius Clemens, Governor of Mau- retania, to Valerius Etruseus, Gover- nor of Numidia: (Mauretania and Numidia were neighboring Roman col- onies in Northern Africa.) 318 THE REDWOOD Varius Clemens greets Valerius Etruscus, and begs him in his own name and in the name of the township of Saldae, to dispatch at once the hy- draulic engineer of the third legion, Noninus Datus, with orders to finish the work, which he seems to have for- gotten. Report of Nonius Datus to the Mag- istrates of Saldae: After leaving my quarters I met with brigands on my way, who robbed me of even my clothes, and wounded me severely. I succeeded, after the en- counter, in reaching Saldae, where I was met by the governor, who, after allowing me some rest, took me to the tunnel. There I found everybody sad and despondent ; they had given up all hopes that the two opposite sections of the tunnel would meet, because each section had already been excavated be- yond the middle of the mountain, and the junction had not yet been effect- ed. As always happens in these cases, the fault was attributed to the engin- eer, as though he had not taken all the precautions to insure the success of the work. What could I have done better ? I began by surveying and taking lev- els of the mountains; I marked most carefully the axis of the tunnel across the ridge ; I drew plans and sections of the whole works, which plans I handed over to Petronius Celer, the governor of Mauretania; and to take extra pre- cautions, I summoned the contractor and his workmen, and began the exca- vation in their presence, with the help of two gangs of experienced veterans, namely, a detachment of marine infan- try and one of Alpine troops. What more could I have done? Well, dur- ing the four years I was absent at Lam- baese, expecting every day to hear good tidings of the arrival of the water at Saldae, the contractor and his assist- ant had committed blunder upon blun- der; in each section of the tunnel they had diverged from the straight line, each toward his right, and had I waited a little longer before coming, Saldae would have possessed two tunnels in- stead of one. The only great improvement during the Middle Ages towards the develop- ment of tunneling was the discovery of gunpowder, which was first used in tunneling in Malpis, France, in 1670- 81. We shall now see something about modern methods used in tunneling. Preliminary to the construction of a tunnel it is necessary to ascertain the character of the ground to be passed through and the depth at which water will be found. Depending on the ma- terial encountered there are three char- acteristic methods of construction: (a) rock, (b) soft-ground, in earth above permanent water level (c) subaqueous tunneling. In the first place, the rock is broken, as in quarrying by drilling groups of one and half inch to three inch holes from three to twelve feet deep, charg- ing them with dynamite cartridges with attached exploder and fuse and THE REDWOOD 319 setting off the blast. The holes are drilled in the front wall of the face of a small advance gallery or heading, which is made only large enough to ac- commodate the men and drills. The re- mainder of the tunnel section is opened by blasting down the bench some dist- ance back of the heading face. The holes of the heading number from fif- teen to twenty-five, the central ones are often drilled converging to a point five to ten feet fo rward of the face, so that they will force out the central wedge, the other holes then breaking out the remaining rock into the central opening. In soft ground tunneling the passage must always be supported for fear that the water might start a slide in the surrounding material, thus causing great damage. Speed in this kind of work depends entirely upon the kind of soil encountered. Soft ground or quick-sand is the most tedious material to tunnel, but special methods have been devised which allow the work to be carried on with a fair degree of safety. The com- monest method of doing this is by the use of a shield. The sheild is a short strong cylindrical steel cap fitting over the end of the tunnel shaft with small openings in the forward face to give the workmen access to the material in front. It is pushed forward by means of hydraulic jacks, butting on the fin- ished part of the tunnel. Compressed air is used to prevent all material from flowing in. Work of this kind is very costly due to the deleterious effects of the compressed air on the workmen. The first real subaqueous tunnel was started under the Thames River in Lon- don in 1807. This project ended in a failure as the result of a flood forcing its way through an opening made to test its alignment. It was again taken up in 1824 but the water broke through as before. These failures caused the invention of the tunnel sheild by Mark Brunei. By its use the tunnel was com- pleted in 1841. An ingenious method was used in building the Harlem River tunnel which forms part of the New York sub- way system. The line of the tunnel was enclosed on both sides by rows of sheet piling and the material excavated be- tween these with dredges. The roof was built on the land, floated to the tunnel line, and sunk so that it rested on the sheet piles. The joints were sealed by divers and by dumping earth on the roof. Under the protection of this box, the tunnel was completed by men working under compressed air. Pacific Cruises Chester Palmtag. Panama and the Canal. ANAMA, a Central Am- erican Republic, is sit- uated at the southern- most part of Central America, between Cos- ta Rica and Columbia. However, when speaking of Panama, how many of us are there that are re- ally interested in that Republic? It is the Canal, I believe which is instant- ly brought to mind when Panama is spoken or thought of. It may do no harm to recite briefly the history of this country towards which the eyes of the world have been turned for many a year. In May, 1502, Columbus, on his final voyage sailed along the entire northern coast of the Isthmus of Panama seeking for the hidden passage through which he would be able to sail and continue his westward journey to Asia. Balboa, with his band of followers, in October, 1513, viewed the Pacific from the summits of a peak, and four days later reached the waters which he called the South Sea and claimed in the name of the King of Spain. He was the first white man to cross the Isthmus of Panama. Ferdinand, King of Spain, made Bal- boa governor of this new possession, which extended from what is now Hon- duras south to the Gulf of Darien. His regime was short lived, for Pedro Avila, a colonel in the Spanish army, was sent by Ferdinand with two thousand men to found a colony in the new posses- sion. He was envious of Balboa ' s pow- er and popularity and in 1519 caused him to be thrown into jail and after a speedy and unfair trial had him be- headed. Santa Maria de la Antigua at this time was the principal settlement, but the constant expeditions to the Land of Gold? Peru, caused him to form a settlement on the Pacific side. In 1519, therefore, with four hundred followers, he crossed the isthmus to the headwa- ters of the Gulf of San Miguel and sail- ing north explored what is now the Bay of Panama, founding the city of that name. The place grew in size but soon the poor judgment of choosing this loca- tion was apparent. The ships had to anchor ten miles from shore, because of the shallow depths and the rivers and stagnant lakes made it an undesir- able place to live in. The city was al- 320 THE REDWOOD 321 most depopulated several times by sick- ness and three times the town was se- verely damaged by fire. Morgan and his bucaneers sacked and destroyed it in 1671. Two years later a new site was chos- en and work began immediately on the Cathedral which stands today as a mon- ument to the courage of those early pio- neers. Panama then, became the cen- ter of all activities on the Pacific side. A route was established from there to Venta Cruz on the Chagres River and thence to Nombre de Dios on the Atlantic side over which all the traffic passed. Later the Chagres river be- tween Venta Cruz and the Atlantic was made navigable for barges and vessels of light draft and the traffic was thence diverted to this new route. The old route overland was ninety-five miles and by utilizing the Chagres River from Venta ■ Cruz the distance was shortened by half. The possibilities of joining the wat- ers of the Atlantic and the Pacific were thought of as early as 1534, when Chas. V. ordered a survey of the lands be- tween the Chagres and Pacific with the idea of establishing a water com- munication. The governor of Panama, Andagoya, reported that such a task was utterly impossible, that no king however powerful and rich, could ever construct a canal joining the two wat- ers. Later, when the possibilities of a canal appeared not impractical the Spanish governor advanced the theory that were it constructed their sover- eignity and power would be weakened in the new world and other nations would have easy access to the wonder- ful field of riches on the West Coast of South America. Nothing was heard of a canal again until 1814, when the Spanish Cortes passed a decree for the construction of a canal allowing the passage of vessels of the largest size. No action was taken. About this time however, signs of dis- content towards the mother country were being manifested and gradually different regions forming themselves into separate governments asserted their independence. In 1823 Spain had lost entire control of these possessions. When the new independencies were struggling for existence the thoughts of a canal, as it might seem, were not lost sight of. The governments of Unit- ed States, England, France, each sepa- rately made treaties, and sent out en- gineers to survey and make reports. They paid for concessions and fran- chises which were all forfeited because of the fact that none proceeded further than the issuing of various reports. The continual delays and postponements resulted in the cancellation of the pri- vileges granted. In 1879 the first real steps for the construction of a canal were taken in France. Ferdinand de Lesseps an- nounced the formation of the Compag- nie Universelle del Canal Interocean- ique with a capital of $80,000,000. In 1881 the actual work of digging the 322 THE REDWOOD canal began and continued until 1888. The Company then went into the hands of the receivers and the final report showed that a total of $266,000,00 had been collected and entirely expended. In June, 1903, the Hay-Herran treaty was signed by representatives of the United States and Columbia and rati- fied by the U. S. Senate. The Colum- bian Senate however rejected it, which so incensed the state of Panama that they revolted and declared their inde- pendence, gaining their freedom on Nov. 4, 1903. On Nov. 6th, the U. S. formally recognized the Republic of Panama. Negotiations were opened immedi- ately with Representatives of the Pan- ama Republic. A treaty was signed and ratified by the Senates of the U. S. and Panama and proclaimed Feb. 1904. The U. S. was granted a strip of territory ten miles wide and extending three miles into the sea at either term- inal for the construction of a canal. Colon on the Atlantic and Panama on the Pacific, within this territory were not included in the grant. Panama re- ceived ten million and beginning 1913, an annual payment of $250,000. The great hopes and plans of the U. S. could not have been realized in this wonderful undertaking had it not been for the work of the doctors in stamping out the yellow fever which infested this region. During the French occupation from 1881-1888 there were five thous- and deaths reported in the hospital, which various authors claim is approxi- mately only one-third of the mortality. These were almost entirely yellow fever cases. A wonderful change has been affect- ed. The American doctors lessened the death rate by two-thirds and since 1905 there has not originated in the district which they control, a single case of yellow fever. Having heard of these tales of the cleanliness and sanitation of Panama I had impressed on my mind the picture of a beautiful tropical city with wide avenues shaded by luxurious drooping palms, and wonderful public parks fill- ed with verdant tropical growth. The first sight which greeted my eyes at Balboa naturally enough since it was the water front, did not embody all that is beautiful. Balboa is the name given to that portion where the docks are sit- uated while the residential part scat- tered about Ancon Hill is distinguished from the water front by being called Ancon. Ancon and Panama City almost in- termingle at certain parts and there is nothing by which you may know whether or not you are in U. S. terri- tory or in Panama. After becoming better acquainted in the city one may recognize the boundaries as defined by certain streets. The Tivoli Hotel, where I made my home while on the Isthmus, is in the Zone, but not more than ten minutes walk from the main avenue of Panama. Resting on a slight knoll it is sur- rounded by a small garden containing THE REDWOOD 323 many different varieties of shrubs and vines forming inviting and secluded spots where one may sit unmolested hours at a time. Directly below reach- ed by a winding road is a public park covering a couple of blocks and pass- ing through this you are temporarily halted by an immense white concrete building, the Panama Railroad station. This is not the end of the path, for darting off at a sharp angle is the main thoroughfare leading into the heart of Panama City. Such narrow streets, paved to be sure, but so narrow that on each side of the double narrow gauge street car lines there is only space for one coach to stand. These coaches are the common vehi- cle of travel in and about the city. They are something like the American cab which a few years ago were so plentiful in our cities. They are of very light weight, holding either two or four passengers, and built low to the ground, being devoid of all elabor- ate decoration. The driver has his seat in front, above the passengers and here he entreats, coaxes, swears and pounds his steed into action. The native horses are slightly larger than our Shetland pony, but scrawny and sinewy. They are not wonderfully fast, but keep up an even unfaltering jog hours at a time. The street car system is fairly well organized, but it touches only a few of the principal parts of the city and one has to be familiar with the junctions and transfer points, else he may discov- er himself in the opposite part of town to which he intended going. Also the blacks are allowed to ride in the same cars with the whites unrestricted, and it is not altogether pleasant to be seat- ed alongside of an aromatic Jamaica person. There are two entirely different odors. One is the natural oror of per- spiration from a body which has been toiling in the tropical sun, or else it is the heavy, sickening odor of some pecu- liar perfume which all use so abund- antly. These negroes, and they form a great part of the population of Panama, are nearly all British subjects hailing from Jamaica. When the real work of dig- ging the canal commenced they were imported by the boat load. Often I drove down to the dock and here had an opportunity of observing them for the labor was done entirely by them. They worked from six until six with two hours off at noon, for nine cents an hour. Very small pay you will say. Witness them working but once however, and seeing the amount of la- bor accomplished you may likewise wonder at the benign and generous at- titude of the Railroad Co. towards them. It is necessary to have a white boss over them continually to accom- plish anything at all. An old captain from a whaling vessel had this job and it is a common belief among the Jamai- ca colony that the paleness and bleach- ed appearance of certain of their coun- 324 THE REDWOOD trymen is due to outbursts of his won- derous deep sea blasphemies. Pajama-like trousers and sleeveless shirts, unclean and ragged, opened in front, and slippers or sandals, are all the clothing worn by them. As a gen- eral rule they are all possesesd of won- derful physiques. They are tall and well proportioned and the shining ebony arms thrust through the sleeve- less shirts are beautifully shaped. The muscles, some bulging and massive, others lying smooth ' neath a slight sin- uous, quivering mantle, instantly re- spond to the slightest exertion. In mental capacity however, they are remarkably delinquent. Shiftless and lazy, living today but with never a thought of the morrow. Mentally they are totally undeveloped, and trivial things amuse them such as would at- tract a small child. Leaving the Panama Station, which, by the way, was the only modern con- crete building I saw in all Panama, I drove thorugh the principle parts of the city. The sidewalks are built in proportion to the width of the streets and not more than two could walk abreast. The buildings, all ancient, and for the most part two stories in height are con- structed of brick or stone with a plas- tered surface. There are no spacious entrances and show windows, and in- variably they present the same un- adorned, severe, fronts. It gives the appearance of a vast wall having been erected on either side of the street, which, when completed, some person had carefully pierced methodically and sparingly, thus mak- ing the narrow doorways and slight windows. Wooden, balustraded porches extend over the sidewalks at each floor sup- ported by wooden pillars, and any fug- itive sunbeams which might steal into the buildings from the narrow streets are effectively shut out. Very nice and cool the buildings must be, you will probably say ; but not so, for even when the sunlight is entirely barred, when hidden by clouds and washed by the rains its heat is always felt. No seek- ing the shadows to escape its beatings as we in the temperate climes know ; for even when the blazing torch sinks to the horizon and seems to grow pale and weakly and nature draws her cur- tain over the land shutting out its view, the hot breath still remains. The business section which is occu- pied mostly by the American agencies is now approached. It is the district which surrounds the old Cathedral and although the oldest section, it shows the results of careful preservation. The cleanliness too is at once noticeable. The fronts are attractively painted and show-windows installed and en- trances improved. Even with this change the appearance is altogether odd. Commodities which are nation- ally known in the states and which we associate only with our grandest stores here occupy narrow, dark places distin- guished one from the other by the THE REDWOOD 325 small signs, which neatly adorn the front. Central Park, covering only one small block, is the hub from which these different streets radiate and where the greatest activity of the bet- ter class of Panamanians is seen. The Cathedral, the first building to be constructed when the site was chos- en for the present Panama, faces the park on one side and the Central Hotel on the other side directly opp osite. On the two other sides are business houses. It was on the steps of this Cathedral that President Roosevelt addressed President Amadon Nov. 15, 1906. Twice each week concerts are given in the park by a very fine band, com- posed wholly of Panamanians. Socie- ty comes out in large numbers. Car- riages for blocks and blocks moving in slow promanade pass the park, some drawn by spirited horses covered with costly ornamented harness and driven by liveried coachmen. The sidewalks too are thronged with a moving mass of people eager and ab- sorbed in the beautiful melodies which fill the soft, warm evening. The seno- ritas fascinate with their beauty and charms. Their skin is velvety and olive col- ored, and the features molded with ex- quisite tenderness, are soft and ap- pealing. The eyes are full of meaning and intelligence, and here only can one discern the different dispositions and characters. Flashing, darting eyes denote the co- quette. Full, langurous eyes shaded by long delicate lashes tell of the affec- tionate, sentimental soul, while the cruel, small, piercing eye bespeak the cold self-centered nature. The young ladies are guarded zealously by the sharp attentive chaperones and the slightest glance towards some smiling admirer is met with scowls and hasty words. My sight-seeing about the city pro- duced a feeling of disappointment. I had formed an entirely wrong concep- tion of what a tropical city really was. True it was interesting to note the dif- ferent modes and customs here ; but the many pictures I had painted in my im- agination of a glorious city of steep hillsides, dotted by picturesque old castles and mansions, almost hidden by the luxuriant growth of shrubbery and palms and vines, with gay, gallant suit- ors serenading the beautiful senoritas as they stand on balconies, bathed in the pure golden moonlight, were blot- ted out. I had also felt inspired by the great wonders of the Canal as had been set forth in many articles I had read and lectures which I had listened to with attentive amazement. Was I to meet with the same disappointment in view- ing the canal? Would the tales dwin- dle and leave me with only a feeling of disgust towards the verbose and ex- aggerated reporters? I was becoming pessimistic and prepared myself for the fall from the great and lofty ideas which I had formed of the work to the 326 THE REDWOOD real, actual conditions and accom- plishments which I would now see for myself. Several ships passed through the ca- nal each day, but being freighters and not ' calling at any local ports, I was un- able to secure passage. After waiting for a week I boarded the S. S. Colon, a liner bound for New York via Colon. We left the Balboa dock at twelve o ' clock noon and reached the Mira- flores Lock at one. Thus far we pro- ceeded under our own power up a channel two hundred yards in width which appeared to be a natural water- way placed there by nature; for it ' s banks had been densely clothed in trop- ical vines and shrubs so as to cover all traces man so ruthlessly and with utter disregard, had made. My disappoint- ments which I thought had been over- come reappeared. The work was greatly overestimated and exaggerated, I knew it now. As we drew near Miraflores I notic- ed straight ahead two huge concrete basins partly filled with water some- what like our ferry boat slips but with parallel walls. Slowing down, a lock pilot came aboard, and the pilot who had brought us from Balboa relinquish- ed his command. Once through the locks however, the lock pilot was left behind and our first official assumed charge. So was it at Pedro Miguel, and Gatun Locks and through the Culebra Cut; we took on a special pilot to pass us through these difficult parts. Miraflores Locks consist of two lifts, but all are made in pairs, duplicate, and work independently so that two ships can pass through the locks either in the same or opposite directions at the same time. We entered into the first basin which was at the Pacific Level and came to a full stop before the first gate was approached. Cables from six electric engines on the walls were passed aboard the ship and made fast. These engines, electric mules they are called, are very powerful and tow the ship thro ugh the locks. They are fastened to the wall in flanged, locked tracks and are propelled by a cog wheel which operates in a single corresponding grooved track. The mules are arranged in pairs on either side, two forward to tow the ship, two midship to steady her, and two aft to act as a brake. Thus at first sight we see some of the precautionary methods in use, while other refined and ingeniously arranged safeguards we will see soon. When all was in readiness the pilot on the ship ' s bridge signaled the two forward mules and with the clanging of answering bells they soon had the ship moving forward. Slowly we crept and now the mules faced an incline of almost perpendicular grade. They never faltered; and mounting this steep incline we were towed into the first lock. We moved on until within fifty feet of a huge pair of iron gates towering high above us and came to a stop. A THE REDWOOD 327 few feet ahead of our bow was a mon- strous iron chain weighing many tons and fastened in the concrete walls so that if by chance the mules failed in stopping the ship this chain would bring it to a halt before it crashed into the gates. It was so secured that if pressure was exerted against it, by a ship crashing into it, it would allow a cartain amount of slack before becom- ing rigid. Although held by six cables attached to the electric mules, six Manila lines were passed out from the ship and made fast on the walls now high above us. The gates behind, which had been swung in against the walls as we pass- ed, now moved silently and easily into place and we were but a speck in this vast lock. On the two sides perpendic- ular concrete walls and at either end strong iron gates. The ship, almost immediately com- menced to rise. . Slowly but very per- ceptibly, as though we were being con- veyed upward in an elevator. I knew we were being raised to the level of the next lock, but I could not understand how, for there was no sign of water be- ing emptied into the chamber. I gazed over the ship ' s side and true enough the water was coming in from some source ; but whence I knew not until told by one of the officers. The boiling and churning was caused by the inrush of water from apertures in the floor of the lock, distributed about in such a manner as to cause no current and at the same time of great enough size to raise the level of the water in this huge lock, a height of thirty feet in nine minutes. The locks are all of the same dimen- sions, one thousand feet long, one hun- dred and ten feet wide and eighty feet in depth, excepting at Miraflores where the walls were extended one foot high- er, necessary because of tide conditions of the Pacific. When the water reached the requir- ed heighth the gates ahead of us swung back and the next lock was opened to us. The manila lines were drawn aboard and the mules at a given signal from the pilot, towed us into the next chamber where we were made fast in the same manner and elevated thirty feet more. We were now at the elevation of Mi- raflores Lake, sixty feet above the Pa- cific. The gates opened before us and the mules drew us out through the pro- tecting walls which extended two hun- dred yards past the last lock chamber, and cast us adrift. I was rather astonished at the entire absence of confusion, delay, and shout- ing during our passage through the locks. This is explained by the fact that the operation of the entire works is conducted from a tower built upon the walls about midway between the two lock chambers. Here the person in charge manipu- lates to the smallest detail, by the shift- ing of various levers, every move. To allow for no possibility of error a com- plete set of duplicate locks has been 328 THE REDWOOD made in miniature, which set is situ- ated before the operator, and every movement of a lever is recorded on his model the same as on the original. Leaving the Miraflores Locks we sailed for half an hour on the Miraflores Lake, reaching Pedro Miguel Locks at two thirty. There is but one lift here of thirty feet and at three o ' clock we were on our way through the real canal. For a distance of nine miles man has had to erect a lasting trench which will forever stand as a shining example of the courage and ingenuity of the Amer- ican people. Many were the bitter disappoint- ments afforded here, many the tragedy recorded in its history ; but it only was an incentive for those brave, devoted men to show the real stuff of which they were made, true Americans that they were, and they planned and fought the harder until every obstacle was overcome. No praise which may be written of them can even faintly, ex- press the wonderful diligence, loyalty and energy they manifested. The hills gently ascend before us, forming the continental divide, and reaching their highest at Gold Hill. Through these hills we pass, proceed- ing slowly under our own steam until at the base of Gold Hill, where because of the narrowness of the channel we are assisted by a tug boat. As we approached this section, it did not seem that nature offered any great objection to this disfigurement of a man-made water way. She clothed her banks in the soft green mantle and appeared charming and attractive in this becoming dress. How odd it all seemed though, that we should be sail- ing down this narrow strip of water secure, with land but a stone ' s throw away, while only a few days before our vessel seemed but a frail little shell on a wide blue expanse unbroken save by the pale curtain, which nature had dropped at the horizon ! Drawing closer to the monster Gold Hill, though, it was seen that mother earth had not become so resigned, nor had she accepted this desecration with- out showing her keen anger. The whole hill broken into a crumpled, scarred, disheveled mass of shale, rock, and loose dirt tried to tumble itself into the ditch at it ' s base. Frowning and scowling she could not just comprehend how those tiny dredges kept her from filling in the channel, and loosing her temper occa- sionally, she would give a shiver and send down an avalanche, crushing out the life of the smoking, snorting little engines. We wondered too, in passing, whether it would be in safety for large masses of loose dirt hung carelessly and threateningly above us. Past Gold Hill the hills again sloped leisurely away. In some places the canal was carved from solid rock, sheer banks of granite rising on either side, in other places it seemed as though a sharp edged, monster wedge had been driven into the low hills forcing back THE REDWOOD 329 the fertile blooming mass of vegeta- tion. Many villages were seen along the banks and the trains of the Panama Railroad could be seen rushing back and forth but a short distance from the edge of the canal. Darting from behind a bend at six o ' clock a broad expanse of water came into view, Gatun Lake. Although this lake had existed before the canal work had been started, by the erection of the great Gatun Dam its magnitude had been increased beyond conception. Its level is now ninety feet above sea level where originally it had been about twenty feet. A valley where many native villages had nestled neath shading trees and limpid drooping palms and where chattering monkeys and the brilliantly colored birds had dwelled was now the floor of this lake. It was a very peculiar sight to see the small floating islands and the many trees. Trees supported and held up- right by roots which were heavily lad- en with clinging vines and soil inter- mingled. A white floating forest of tall, gaunt, dying woods, as if in the last throes of a sapping leprous disease, and as death approached fear had seized them and the color had suddenly fled from their spare beings leaving but a shell, ready at any moment to collapse and pass out. The course in the lake was marked by various colored buoys and at night by buoy lights placed about half a mile apart. The ships are allowed, to pro- ceed at any rate through here. We raced over this silent, shining pond. Rushing headlong and carelessly now and then towards some island, on which a slender concrete signal tower peeked from behind the most luxuriant foliage, we would swerve just when collision seemed imminent. Reaching Gatun Locks at seven thir- ty it was already dark, but a full moon lifted it ' s radiant face above the low hill to our east and climbed slowly into the vast space above. Would we have to spend the night on the lake after coming so close to our destination, we wondered? To date no ships had been allowed passage through the locks after night fall, so it seemed dubious. Everything remained dark for some time when we received a signal to pro- ceed, and of a sudden the locks burst forth in a soft reflected blaze with a light as bright as day and with not the slightest glare or dark shadows. Not a single slight detail had been over- looked, and the foresight shown by the engineers in charge seemed simply mar- velous. We entered Gatum Locks and were dropped 30 feet in each of the three chambers to the Atlantic level. This operation was performed in the same careful, silent method, without mishap. Thus the final question, wheth- er passage through the locks at night could be accomplished in safety, was removed. We steamed slowly down the silken 330 THE REDWOOD ribbon of water which reflected softly the great beaming moon. The Atlantic water now rushed to meet us, and bore us triumphantly to Colon where the crowds shouted in approving joy at our success. Thus in nine hours we had accomplished a trip aboard ship from the Pacific to the Atlantic which a few months previous meant a long tedious voyage around South America. Words are entirely too inadequate to express the wonder and magnitude of this great feat. It is only after view- ing it and passing many hours of re- flection that even a slight conception of the greatness is realized. A nul QSOUL is like a little bird That one day long ago, Flew into a cathedral dim, Whose lights were burning low, Whence came it, from what dreamy dell? I do not know, I cannot tell. A time it was imprisoned there, The moments lingered long, Its spirit panted for a home And Peace, and Love, and Song, What was this pretty creature ? Well— I do not know, I cannot tell. At last a casement opened wide, The gusty night wind blew, The winged prisoner heard a Call. Into the night it flew, And whither did its wings impel? I do not know, I cannot tell. J. CHARLES MURPHY 331 History and Development of Submarines M. J. Selaya. EFORE entering into the topic of the history and development of submarines it might not be altogether out of place to preface our remarks with a word or two concerning nature ' s submarine, because it is on this as a model that all development along scientific lines has been pursued. I mean the whale. For just as the pioneers of aerial navigation made deep study and care- ful observations of the flight of sea- gulls, making the gull their model, so also did the fathers of undersea navi- gation model their observations and shape their craft after the unpoetic whale. The whale differs from the great class of mammals by its adaptation to an entirely aquatic mode of life. This creature has warm blood, breathes air by means of lungs, brings forth its young alive and actually suckles them. In externanl shape the whale is fish- like, tapering towards the tail which is provided with a pair of lateral expan- sions called flukes having very power- ful muscles. And these serve not only as the motive power by which the ani- mal sculls himself through the water but also form a most effective weapon of both offense and defense. The forelegs of these mammals are but imperfect limbs, called flippers, which have very little movement, and are used only in aiding the animal to stop when in motion. The hind legs are not developed at all, being con- cealed in the flesh. To make a dive the whale elevates his flukes out of the water and con- tracts his body so that the volume of water he displaces is suddenly de- creased. The Aveight of the water dis- placed becomes less; the weight of the body exceeds that of the water dis- placed so that the whale sinks to any desired depth, rising at will by the use of his contraction or expansion muscles and propels himself in any plane with his tail. Having briefly described Nature ' s Submarine we will now consider man ' s efforts in this direction, bearing in mind the analogy that exists between the whale and the modern submarine. When or by whom was built the first submarine boat will probably never be known. It is said even that Alexander the Great was interested in submarine navigation. But it seems quite cer- tain that the study of subaqueous at- 332 THE REDWOOD 333 tack on vessels dates back as far as the thirteenth or fourteenth century. M. Delpeuch asserts that in 1372 some English boats were destroyed by fire carried under water. In the early part of the seventeenth century sub- marine boats were numerous, and in 1624 Cornelius Van Drebbel construct- ed a boat which consisted of a semi- circular hull covered with leather and greased in order to make it water- tight; an external bulkhead was at- tached to the outer shell by screw clamps. When the screws were wound in the water entered the bulkheads, causing the boat to sink; when the screws were wound out the water was forced out of the bulkheads and the boat would rise to the surface. The boat was propelled by oars or poles after sufficient ballast was taken in so as to be nearly awash. The inven- tion was a success as it is recorded that passengers were carried and some peo- ple go so far as to say that the timid King James I made a trip under water in the Thames. By 1727 there were no less than fourteen types patented in England alone. In 1774 a ship carpenter by the name of Day built a submarine with large stones for detachable ballast. On June 20, 1774, a dive was attempted but the ballast proved too heavy and the boat went to the bottom in 130 feet of water; all on board perished. We now come to a very interesting part of the history of the submarine, as it is closely related with the War of Independence of the American Colo- nies. In 1776, David Bushnell, a gradu- ate of the Yale College, attempted to solve some of the problems connected with sub-surface navigation. He dem- onstrated that a charge of gunpowder could be exploded under water and would do great damage to the hull of a vessel. Knowing this and realizing that the blockading of our coast by the British squadron would cause great privations and hardships to the nation, it was only a short step for him to devise a method of attaching a magazine to a submarine. The vessel which he con- structed was very low in the water. When the operator wished to descend he placed his foot upon the top of a brass valve and depressed it letting in water through a large aperture. If too much was admitted he ejected as much as was necessary to obtain equilibrium by the use of forcing pumps. With the water tank full, the top of the conning tower was level with the surface of the water and by means of an oar placed near the top the operator could row upwards or downwards; the oar was formed upon the principle of the screw. In 1776, a suitable night was chosen for making an attack with Bushnell ' s submarine, manned by a sergeant nam- ed Ezra Lee. The vessel was towed to- ward English ships off the New York shore, and at a short distance from them the submarine was set adrift in a strong tide and was carried out to 334 THE REDWOOD i, but on the change of tide it passed to H. M. S. Eagle , a 64-gun frigate. The brave man in the sub- marine tried to attach the magazine to the hull of the Eagle but failed on account of the copper sheathing. He returned to harbor and although two other attempts were made they both failed. Bushnell was given a commis- sion in the army as a reward for his services, and at the close of hostilities went to France. The work commenced by Bushnell was taken up by Robert Fulton in Pennsylvania. He amassed sufficient funds to take him to England to per- fect his idea and shortly afterward went to France on irrigation and canal schemes. His plans for a submarine were laid before the French Government and a contract entered into which provided 10,000 francs of public money to pro- ceed with the construction of the first boat. It was completed in 1801 and received the cognomen of Nautilus . It was of the type which takes water ballast into tanks so as to decrease the buoyancy until the weight of volume of water displaced equals the weight of the boat. The means of propulsion consisted of a sail while on the surface and by a screw propeller worked by hand when submerged. The first trials in the Seine in a depth of twenty-five feet of water were highly successful. A few modifi- cations were made which resulted in a shallop furnished by the French Gov- ernment being blown up. The best un- der water experiment was five hundred yards in seven minutes. During this same time England was at war with France and such was the alarm created by Fulton ' s experiment that large sums were offered him to quit France and come to England. This he refused to do and resolved to take his boat off Brest to attack the British vessels. However the Marine Prefect of Brest refused him permission to act, as he considered this method of making warfare piracy. Subsequently Fulton ' s plans were rejected and he left France Feb. 5, 1804. Had Napoleon adopted Fulton ' s plans, the defeat of the French at sea might have been averted. Experiments seemed to lag for some years and it was not until 1850 when the Danish fleet was blockading the coast of Germany that a Bavarian cor- poral named Bauer gained the influ- ence of several citizens and laid the keel of the Sea Diver . The trials were not successful and the boat sank to the bottom, Bauer and his two com- panions escaping through the hatch. Bauer, like most inventors, was told that his services were no longer needed after all his ideas and plans had been obtained. He left for Russia, where he again built a submarine which hit a mud bank while trying to pass under a vessel at anchor, the crew however survived. This ended Bauer ' s experi- ments as he died shortly after the mis- hap. America again came to the front in THE REDWOOD 335 1862 when the Confederate States con- structed several submarines called Da- vids, by reason of the diminutive size in comparison with other vessels , ' of war craft. Steam was employed for the first time as a means for propul- sion; and although they were not con- structed to dive, they took water bal- last until the deck was just awash. A spar torpedo was attached to the nose of the boat and was exploded against the hull of the enemy. Successful at- tacks were made on the Federal iron- clad New Ironsides Oct. 5, 1863, and on the Houstanic Jan. 17, 1864. The remarkable progress made in the development of the steam engine and storage battery gave the inventor a means of supplying the submarine with power ; and shortly after the Civil War the first successful under water craft was designed by Mr. Holland. He real- ized in the early seventies that a sub- marine boat must be modeled along the lines of a torpedo provided with steam, gasoline or oil engines for surface coursing and storage batteries for un- der water propulsion. Mr. Whitney, Secretary of the Navy in 1893 called for submarine bids and the Holland Submarine carried off all honors. Six of these boats were im- mediately ordered and every indica- tion led one to believe that the Ameri- can Navy would be foremost in subma- rine warfare. However, the economists soon played their part and the building program decreased which resulted in the United States falling from first place in 1904 to fourth place in 1914. The Holland boat is cigar-shaped, fitted with internal tanks, the hull be- ing of sufficient thickness to with- stand a pressure equal to the depth of 300 feet of water. Air stored in bot- tles is used to expel the water from the tanks in order to restore buoyancy. The size of the boat is sufficient to sup - ply air for breathing purposes for fourteen hours. However the air can be freshened by allowing fresh air to escape from the air bottles at the same time expelling the foul air over board with an air compressor. Modern development has supplied the submarine with a finer model and with a superstructure whose top forms the deck. However the present sub- mersibles have only partial double hulls so that it is difficult to classify many of the recent boats. In the first suba- qeuous vessels the light cruising dis- placement was only half of that in the submerged condition. In recent French types the surplus buoyancy is about 35 per cent; in British boats about 20 per cent. Good habitability is obtained in the latter by raising the superstructure, but its width is reduced in order to keep the submerged displacement as moderate as practical or to prevent un- necessary reduction. The high, roomy conning tower introduced by Lake is very generally adopted and affords support for a deck steering station high above the water, where it can be protected against the spray by a re- movable canvass screen similar to that of ordinary surface craft. As torpedo boats submarines are 336 THE REDWOOD built of three types: (a) coast defense, (b) cruising, (c) fleet. Coast defense boats are small, have a very moderate radius of action and possess inferior habitability. They are designed to operate from a base near at hand so that the cruising radius and habitability can be sacrificed with- out loss of efficiency. They vary in displacement (submerged) from 250 to 600 tons, while the surface tonnage is from 20 to 40 per cent less. The length is from 150 to 200 feet, beam 15 to 20 feet; speed 10 to 16 knots on the sur- face and 8 to 11 when submerged. Greater speed is desirable but it is dif- ficult to obtain in boats of small size. The cruising radius is 1000 to 2000 miles. The battery consists of as many as eight torpedo tubes, one gun of three inch calibre supplemented by an anti- aeroplane gun and perhaps a machine gun of musket calibre. The latter is almost invariably kept below until the boat has reached the surface when it is passed up the hatch and placed on its mount. The crew numbers from twenty to thirty, but it is greatly han- dicapped by lack of quarters, as all possible space is devoted to machinery and torpedoes. Small transoms or seats are provided for the officers and men not actually on watch or engaged in work. The propelling power con- sists of electric motors for subnaviga- tion and Diesel or gasoline engines for surface cruising. The current for the motors is supplied by storage batteries which are charged at the base, or re- newed by connecting up the charging apparatus to the oil engines when on the surface. Cru ising submarines are practically the same in design only that they are augmented in size and with all require- ments to fit them for long independent work. The machinery is similar to the coastal type though many of the larger are fitted with steam engines as Diesel engines have at times given much trouble. The principal difficulty how- ever with steam locomotion is that heat is radiated, but this has been largely overcome by non-conducting and water- cooled jackets and by the cooling ef- fect of the expanding compressed air which has been water-cooled during compression or afterwards. The en- gines of some of the new type are either Diesel, geared steam turbines or fitted for electric drive. The latter when perfected may be entirely adopted, as it offers many advantages in connec- tion with storage batteries and elec- tric propulsion when the boat is sub- merged. Fleet submarines which in 1916 had not yet been tested by actual service, were expected to be able to accompany a battle fleet. They must therefore possess seaworthy qualities of a high order, have good habitability, excellent speed both on the surface and when submerged and a large radius of opera- tion though fuel and supplies may be furnished by auxiliary or mother ships . They must be efficiently arm- ed and constructed to stand punish- THE REDWOOD 337 ment from guns of small craft. Owing to the novelty of their role their de- tails are not well settled, but so far as is known the designs of boats in the state of construction in 1916 called for a displacement of 1500 to 2000 tons when submerged and from 1200 to 1600 tons on the surface. Maximum sur- face speed was 20 to 26 knots and 12 to 15 when running under water. Cruising radius 3100 to 6000 miles and able to subnavigate 75 to 150 miles on a single battery. As many as ten tor- pedo tubes, four 4-inch guns, several machine guns and one or more anti- aeroplane guns are included in their equipment. The officers and crew number from 50 to 100. The propelling machine is similar to that of the cruis- ing submarine, but of greater relative power in order to secure greater speed. Still larger boats called submersible battleships have been proposed. The designs provide for one or more arm- ored turrets carrying heavy guns. In some of the proposals the whole vessel may be submerged and in other plans the turrets are always above water. However no vessel of this sort, so far as is known, is in the state of construc- tion. The Isaac Perral , a vessel for Spain, which has been recently com- pleted at Quincy, Mass., by the Elec- tric Boat Co., represents the latest de- velopment of submarine art in the United States. It is about 200 feet in length falling under the 900 ton type. For running on the surface and charg- ing her batteries she is equipped with two 600-horse power Diesel engines, which give a speed of 15 knots and 10y 2 submerged under the propulsion of the motors. According to the company the submarine freighter Deutchland has a total horsepower of 900, therefore the Isaac Perral has a considerable margin of speed over the German boat. The armament con- sists of four torpedo tubes mounted in the bow and carrying a 3-inch gun so stationed in front of the conning tow- er so that it can be used against sur- face ships and able to repel air craft attacks. In order to keep the compartments occupied by the officers and crew dry and to prevent sweating the boat is cork lined, and experience while cruis- ing in the present wintry weather has shown that these quarters are warm and comfortable. Next to the officer ' s compartment, and about midship is situated the op- erating room. Here are seen dials, in- dicators, gauges and various wheels used in controlling the boat. It is steered electrically by a comparatively small lever, which for size may be com- pared with the throttle on the steer- ing gear of an automobile. The crew sleeps on bunks which can be folded back into the side of the boat when not in use. Cooking is done on an electric stove and all arrangements having to do with the life and comfort of the crew have been studied and made as complete ; 338 THE REDWOOD The navigation of submersible ves- sels is exceedingly difficult. The peri- scope is nearly useless at night and it is impossible to see clearly under water even for a few feet, unless the vessel is absolutely at rest. The gyro com- pass and gyro stability gear are doing much to facilitate operations but sub- marine navigation in spite of its unde- niable and rapid progress is still very uncertain and dangerous. It is yet in its infancy. Perfect safety can never be obtained and the frequent accident to subma- rines show we are yet far from such a goal. The greatest source of trouble seems to arise in the storage battery. No solution is in sight except to im- prove the batteries and enclose them in such a manner that the gases from them can not escape into the hull, or collect in such a way as to permit a dangerous explosion. For several years the relative im- portance of the submarine as a weapon of war had been the subject of much speculation and discussion. However the great European War witnessed the first real test of the submarine on an extensive scale. And the submarine by its remarkable success has not merely demonstrated, but has convinced the world that it is a most efficient wea- pon of war craft. Engineering in the European War Marshall T. Garlinger. [E present European war embodies in it features never before used by the peoples of the Earth in their struggle for supremacy. The new ele- ment spoken of is Engineer- ing and it plays an exceedingly important part in the conflict. This fact in days to come may lead some historian to name it The War of the Engines or The War of Steel. In this article will be described some of the most interesting phases of engin- eering which one hears of daily in the news dispatches. No attempt has been made to cover the ground thoroughly, but only to give a clear description to the non-technical reader. Many of the things dealt with will probably upset some of the ideas fixed in the minds of the reader. For example, many imag- ine that the Tank is a ponderous af- fair, whereas, it is scarcely larger than a standard seven-passenger automobile. Submarines. In the present war the submarine has become a very important factor. Ger- many has developed it to a high state of perfection, mostly on account of their great need for a suitable means to evade the stringent blockade placed upon them by the Allied Powers. There are today, three classes of submarines, namely: The merchant submarine, the super-submarine and the pigmy subma- rine. The merchant submarine, of which The Deutschland is an exam- ple, is a vessel of about one thousand tons displacement. It has made several successful trips across the Atlantic, carrying only a cargo of those things of which Germany is in stringent need, and supplying the United States with some valuable chemicals and medi- cines. The Deutchland carries no armament whatever. The super-subma- rine has accomplished what no under- waterboat has done in the history of the world; it has achieved the feat of crossing and recrossing the Atlantic, entirely independent of any base of supplies. On October seventh last, we were sur- prised by the fact that a U-Boat had arrived in Newport. This submersable. The U-53, put out to sea immediately after the captain had delivered a letter addressed to the German Ambassador. Then followed the activities of the German U Boats just off our coasts, in which the U-53 probably took part, assisted by one or more German under- sea craft. The pigmy submarine is a one-man vessel, and carries but one torpedo. The duty of this vessel is to get as near 339 340 THE REDWOOD as possible to the enemy ' s ship and then to discharge the torpedo. On ac- count of the size, it can approach en- tirely unseen, discharge its torpedo and thus inflict great damage. Even if it is destroyed, it is merely the loss of one life and a trifling sum. The German submarines show a more careful design than any of the other undersea vessels in use today. There is a noticeable absence of projecting parts from the deck, thus it is possible to submerge in a very short period of time, having no deck objects to clear. The Deutschland on account of this is able to completely submerge in two minutes. Railways. The railroads are playing an import- ant part at the present time. There is now being used on the Somne Front a large mounted gun, which needs a rail- road in order to change its position. This gun is mounted on a specially de- signed truck, and is drawn by a shell proof locomotive. This locomotive is covered with armor, which reaches nearly to the ground, giving it the ap- pearance of a land monitor. Railroads offer the most effective and rapid means of bringing the troops to the front, but in captured territory they are generally rendered useless by the retreating army. This means recourse to some other method of transportation. Since the war there has been developed a small railway, which operates only around the trenches. The gauge is about two feet, and the cars have a ca- pacity of about ten tons. The chief use being to handle ammunition. The track may be laid in a short space of time, which further increases the small railway ' s usefulness. Armored trains are used by all of the rulers. These trains are proof against bombs placed on the track, from gun fire, and from aircraft fire or bombs. Land Mines. The ground on which the fighting is going on is practically all mined, so that even when an enemy is routed, and the victors take their place, there is the danger of the land mines. These may be fired by the enemy and cause wholesale destruction. Sea Mines. There are two clasess of sea mines, floating and submerged. They are gen- erally anchored in a route taken by the enemy or are placed as protection in the harbors against hostile ships. A mine is a large container, generally spheri- cal or conical in shape, and of water- tight construction, fitted with detonat- ors to ignite the explosive charge with- in. Strategy. There is a great deal of strategy used in the present war. Old barrels fitted with wheels and a plow handle or some other piece of wood made to resemble the cannon are used quite often, with the intention of drawing the enemy ' s fire, when their location is given by the enemy ' s airmen. All of the large guns, tanks , shelters, etc., THE REDWOOD 341 are painted with variegated colors to harmonize with the surroundings, mak- ing them difficult to he seen by the air- men. Poisonous Gas. This method was first employed by the Chinese in the Early Ages. They used things called stinkpots . The Germans at the first part of the war brought into use the poisonous gas on many occasions ; but as the Allies equipped their forces with protection against it, it has become less effective and so its usefulness has passed. The protection against this gas is a mask provided with a sponge soaked in a so- lution which renders the gas harmless. The mask resembles that worn by a fireman when working in a building full of smoke. Hand Grenades. Among the methods of medieval ages recently brought again into use are the hand grenades. The French sys- tem of warfare has caused this to take place. The hand bomb, the hand gren- ade and the rifle grenade have come into frequent use. The rifle grenade is fired from the regular army rifle. As many of the trench attacks take place at very close quarters, these rifle grenades have proved quite effective in clearing the trenches and in driving the enemy out of the dug-outs and other concealed positions. A press correspondent at the front has stated that in some cases the men are sent forward armed with the grenade in place of the rifle, the former being found to be more effective in po- sitions where the space is so limited as to interfere with the free use of the bayonet. The Naval Scout. This is an entirely new vessel devel- oped to cope with the submarines. It is about sixty-five feet long and is en- gined with two twelve-cylinder engines each of about four hundred horsepower. These engines make it possible for the boat to travel about thirty miles an hour. The cruising radius being about five hundred miles. The armament consists of but one gun, a three pounder rapid fire. The boats are equipped with wireless, making it pos- sible to keep in communication with headquarters. Ordnance. The large gun has come into land use in the present war and has been very effective. The first heard of super-cannon was the German ' s forty-two centimeter. This gun made possible the success of the Germans in the Siege of Antwerp. It is stated the steel cupolas used in defense of Ant- werp were battered down with a few shots from these monster guns. Here- tofore the steel cupolas were consider- ed by military authorities to be impreg- nable. In one of these cupolas there were over two thousand men, all of whom were killed by a single shot from the Forty-two. The exact description of these guns is lacking, but some word of them has been received through the press dispatches. There are several 342 THE REDWOOD corps of specially trained men requir- ed to erect and operate them. Each corp consists of about one hundred men. The first corp select the sight and with the necessary data giving the range, etc., set to work to build the foundation. This foundation is made of a special concrete (a secret German process) which hardens in a day. When the foundation is being placed there is planted in it, a charge of explosive, suf- ficient to destroy or render useless the entire gun and mounting. The charge is controlled electrically about a mile behind the gun. After the setting is complete and ready the gun is mount- ed, it being in sections, each section is carried by a specially constructed mo- tor truck. When the gun is ready it is loaded with the proper charge, shell, etc., and the range adjusted. The gun- ners then retire to a position of about three hundred yards and place them- selves flat upon their faces. This is said to be done on account of the ter- rible concussion produced by the gun. The gun is then fired by electricity. Al- though much has been heard of the 42 ' s they have not been used to a very great extent. The Allies have recently been very successful with a gun of a very large calibre, which is mounted on a speci- ally constructed railway truck. This allows it to be brought into action more quickly than the 42. Although it is slightly smaller, it is considerably more effective, and may be fired at the speed of one shell per minute. The shell weighs 1700 pounds and is fired at a maximum range of seven miles. The ranges are obtained by observers from airplanes. Of the many implements brought back into use from the Medieval Ages is the mortar. The French trench mor- tar or crapouillot is employed in hurl- ing heavy projectiles or bombs into the nearby enemy trenches. Crude as this artillery piece is, it is recognized as one of the most deadly war machines. A strange gun developed during the war is the wooden gun, and a descrip- tion from a popular magazine is as fol- lows: On one occasion, when the Franco- British army made a successful drive into the German ' s lines, they captured many guns, supplies, ammunition, etc., among which were some novelties. The most peculiar of these were some wood- en guns, designed primarily to throw bombs a short distance. The gun is built up of wooden staves which are wrapped with wire, the wire giving the necessary tangential strength to with- stand the bursting stress of the pow- der. The powder chamber and the bore are metal lined. A small charge of pow- der is used to throw the bomb further than it is possible to throw the hand bomb or by the spring gun. The small three-inch ultra rapid fire gun has proved quite effective in the present conflict. The French equiva- lent is the famous 75 milimeter, of which we have heard much. These small guns are especially effective in THE REDWOOD 343 the open field and are not used to any extent in the trenches. The armored motor car, the airplane, the dirigible, the submarine and the naval scouts are equipped with guns of this size. The machine gun is used when the larger guns break the opposing army into small groups. These machine guns are capable of shooting one shot per second, and some of them will exceed this rate. The Lewis machine gun is used in great numbers by the Allies. It is the invention of an American, who offered it to the United States. The offer was refused and consequently this gun passed from this country to the Allies. The Anti-Aircraft Gun. This gun is mounted so that it will shoot almost straight upwards. The height to which it will shoot is about 10,000 feet. Motor Vehicles. The automobile, the motor truck, and the motorcycle have proved their worth. Their extensive use has led many to name the conflict a Gasoline War . In place of the slow, horse- drawn wagons, the automobile and the motor truck have proved especially ad- vantageous. In the siege of Verdun, the French carried all of their supplies by a regular motor truck train. The tractor has been called upon to pull the heavy guns which heretofore re- quired dozens of horses. The Tank is an evolution of the tractor into a Land Battleship . It first appeared in the Battle of the Somme. Its bat- tery consists of four guns, carried two on each side, in a structure which aboard ship, would be called a sponson. In most cases it is a five-sided struct- ure, built out from the side wall of the Tank amidships, with two guns mounted behind revolving shields, one in each corner of the sponson. The structure extends far enough beyond the sides to enable the guns to fire par- allel to the axis of the Tank , so that the crew can concentrate the fire of two guns in every direction. The for- ward end of the machine takes up- ward at an angle of about thirty de- grees. This gives the caterpillar belt a good grip on the side of a shell hole and explains their ability to climb out of deep depressions, such as a shell cra- ter. The Tank is about twenty-five feet long by six feet wide, which is con- siderably smaller than is generally sup- posed. The motorcycle is the despatch-rid- er ' s steed . There are regular com- panies of motorcycle corps formed which can move very quickly to a point of vantage, report the enemy ' s move- ments, or carry dispatches. The motor- cycle used is of light weight, of about two and a half horse power, multi- geared. This machine is very much smaller than the standard American Twin . Aircraft. This is the first war in which air- craft has been of any importance what- ever, and included in the aircraft we 344 THE REDWOOD find the airplane, dirigible, and the captive balloon. The efficiency of the airplane has been proved beyond doubt. This is in the scout service. The common type used is the two passenger, a pilot and an observer. The airplane is generally equipped with a machine gun and many spectacular duels have been fought thousands of feet above the earth. Many of the airplanes in use are capa- ble of making over a hundred miles an hour, and thus we hear of English avi- ators flying from the trenches to Lon- don and return in a few hours. On ac- count of the high efficiency of the anti- aircraft guns, it is necessary for the aviator to rise to a height of ten thous- and feet in order to cross the enemy ' s lines. The Zeppelins have rendered them- selves useful in many ways, but their destructive power has not been as effi- cient as many thought before the war. In the great naval battles the Zeppelins have guided the German fleets while in action. Herein lies their greatest value. The present Zeppelins are very large and even exceed the length of the bat- tleships. Some idea may be had of their size from the following: Not long ago the Zeppelin L-33 came to earth on the Essex coast, the gas bags were immediately destroyed by the crew, as they left the vessel. The length of the L-33 was 680 feet and the diameter of the gas container was 72 feet. The frame work was of latticed girders, the girders being made of an aluminum alloy, and braced by a sys- tem of guy-wires. The frame work weighed nine tons or less than one- fifth of the total of fifty tons attribut- ed to the airship complete with engines, fuel, guns and crew. There were twen- ty-four ballonets arranged within the frame work and the hydrogen capacity was two million cubic feet. There were suspended beneath the gas containers, four gondolas, to house the crew which consisted of twenty-two men. Each gondola was connected by a cat- walk , nine inches wide, to enable the members of the crew to move from one gondola to another. The vessel was equipped with six Maybach-Mercedes motors, each of two hundred and forty horse power, which makes the total 1440 H. P. There was provision for the generation of electric power to be used in lighting and in the wireless tel- egraph. The fuel carried was in the neighborhood of two thousand gallons. The armament consisted of nine ma- chine guns, two of which were mount- ed on top, and the remainder in the gondolas. There was also an apart- ment for the bombs carried, sixty in number. These bombs were dropped electrically, from the main switch board. Another form of aircraft used is the captive balloon. The gas capacity is sufficient to lift one or two men to a height of several hundred feet for the purpose of observation. The captive balloon crew and equipment consist of THE REDWOOD 345 several men, a motor truck, a reel of cable, a captive balloon and tbe neces- sary means for controlling it. Conclusion. In conclusion, it will be safe to say that there is not an appliance used in warfare that has not undergone radical revision and improvement since the be- ginning of the European conflict, part- ly as a result of experience gained and partly of necessity to meet the ever- changing conditions that develop so rapidly in every branch of service. From the above it will be seen that Engineering has played a most import- ant part in the struggle, and that when- ever the conditions change, the engin- eer is always ready to meet this change and provide the necessary equipment. We have seen that many of the imple- ments used have been changed to suit the new conditions. This shows us that many of the things relied on before the war have failed, and others must be designed to take their places. The object of this article has been merely to give a clear exposition of the most important things used in the war and not to favor one side or the other, but to give the just credit where it rightfully belongs. Winter in spring QT witching hour In night ' s dark tower My goblins weave and spin ; Witk nimble hand They bare the land And Hem the brooklets in. In forest glade And balsam shade They build a gothic fane ; Each magic trace Hath magic grace In Winter ' s woodland lane. In cloudy sky The moonbeams lie Achain ' d to the moon. The elflns flee In wisardy Upon the grey lagoon. They weave a veil Where waters fail And flutter on the steep ; In star-dust bed They lay their head And in the hollows steep. On scalloped snow They rowing go As gondoliers at play ; With charm ' d breath The waves woo death- My minstrels hie away. Medean Night Beholds this might, No cymbals and no sound. In silent hour I wield my power, The world is winter bound. J. CODY 346 Spring in Winter HEM pallid moon Dotk slowly swoon Upon the cloudlets ' breast, And nightingale Mourn lover ' s tale My fairies bide my quest. Who heard the tread As lillies fled To bathe in silver stream ? The violet ' s cry That cosey lie And dream a summer ' s dream ! Wee silvery chimes With rhythmic rhymes The captive brook set free ; Yet who unwound The silvery sound No human eye can see. The dreary wood Of Robinhood Flames up with leaf and flower And Marian fair Long lingers there, A maid in maiden ' s bower. The blue bells ring The poppies swing Their censers to the sun : And daffodils On grassy hills In golden phalanx run. In middle night ' Neath starry light No trumpet heralds me. Thro ' moonbeam hour I sway my power — The earth is vernal free. J CODY 347 Inspection and Gaging Richard D. Fox. HE inspection and gag- ing of parts is a phase of the manufacturing of today which is com- paratively unknown to the non-technical per- son. In these days of quantity production, when we see au- tomobiles turned out at the rate of hun- dreds a day, guns and munitions order- ed by the hundreds of thousands, the ordinary individual takes it for grant- ed that, since it is not a difficult matter to make a certain part, it is just as sim- ple to make ten or twenty or a thous- and just like it. But this ordinary indi- vidual fails to take into account that where he may consider 1 34 or 1 100 of an inch a very small error, parts manufactured with such discrepancies as those, would, in a great number of cases, never go together when they reach the assembling room. When we consider that the man who turns out a shaft, in all probability never sees the bearing into which that shaft fits, and that the maximum difference which may exist between the hole in the bearing and the diameter of the shaft is limited to about 3 1000 of an inch, we begin to see that the problem of duplica tion of parts is not such a 348 simple one as we would at first be led to believe. The gages and inspection methods employed to obtain this end and the accuracy attained by these methods, form one of the most interesting phases of modern production methods. Prior to the introduction of gages and inspection fixtures, the parts of a machine were made by fitting one to the other. For instance, if a bearing were being put into a machine, the shaft was first turned and ground to size, the bearing was then bored ap- proximately to size and finished by reaming to fit the shaft. Even a per- son unversed in manufacturing meth- ods can see that not only would the part not be interchangeable, but the process was very costly in the time consumed. Although the item of inter- changeability, that is, that a part out of any machine would fit in any other machine, was quite an advantage, it was not the main one. The ease and speed with which machines could be assembled and the consequent lowering of the cost of production, was the main point in view. Another advantage which has been discovered is that a poorer class of mechanics can be em- ployed and, with the gage system, still THE REDWOOD 349 turn out interchangeable parts. Here again, the cost of production was low- ered. Eli Whitney, of Whitney ville, Con- necticut, is credited with being the or- iginator of the idea of interchangeable parts. He first employed this system on an order for firearms received from the Government. His idea was to make the parts interchangeable so that brok- en parts could be replaced in the field. He had hardened templates made, by the part, either finished or being made. Suppose we have a part, fin- ished round on the outside and having a hole running through it. To inspect this part, the operator (or inspector) would have two gages, one for the out- side diameter, called a snap gage and the other for the inside called a plug gage. A snap gage is generally made with two crescent shaped ends, having at the tips of the crescent, the points which are set to the desired dimension. Fig. 1. Limit Working and Inspection Plug and Snap Gages which all parts were accurately filed to size. This system was also tried out in England and France but was not generally adopted and the greatest ad- vances in this line have been made in the United States. A gage is simply an instrument set to certain sizes and used to measure One end of the gage is the Go di- mention, the other is the Not Go side. A plug gage is simply a straight piece having two cylindrical portions, the sizes of these two cylinders consti- tuting the Go and Not Go di- mensions. These are shown in Pig. 1. Now when the inspector received the 350 THE REDWOOD part mentioned above, he would take his snap (outside) gage and try to slip the Go side over the part. If the Go side slips over, the part is small enough, if it will not slip over, the part is too big and is rejected. Supposing that it is small enough, the inspector then tries the Not Go end of the snap gage. This Not Go end is set to a slightly smaller dimension and the part should not go through it. If it does go through it shows that the part is too small and must be rejected. In the same manner, a hole to be test- ed for size should be large enough to admit the Go end of a plug gage but not large enough to admit the Not Go end. It is easily. seen that these Go and Not Go dimensions are the maximum and minimum limits allowable on the part and the mean between the two is the real dimension sought. There are, in general, three types of these gages — reference, working and inspection gages. The reference gages are simply standards and are used to set calipers, micrometers or other gages. Some idea of the accuracy and care employed in making these instru- ments may be had from the fact that the celebrated Johansson gages and reference blocks are guaranteed to be within .00001 of an inch of being ac- curate and are really much more ac- curate than the makers claim for them. Working gages are simply those given to the workman who is making the part. Some manufacturers set these working gages to slightly closer limits than the inspection gages. Inspection gages are those used by the inspectors. The terms allowance, tolerance and limit , although sometimes used synonymously, really represent differ- ent quantities. Allowance is the difference in size between two parts to allow for the dif- ferent kinds of fit as drive, push, force or running fit. Tolerance is the difference between the maximum and minimum sizes, ne- cessary to tolerate unavoidable imper- fections of workmanship. Limit is the amount set above or be- low the nominal size in order to limit the amount of error which may be per- mitted. The method of obtaining the dimen- sions to which the gages are set is as follows: Suppose we have a one inch shaft which is to be given a good run- ning fit in a bushing. The allowance or difference between shaft and bush- ing diameters is .002 inch. The limits on the diameters of the hole and shaft respectively, are — 0.00025 inch, +0.0005 inch and ±.00075 inch which gives a tolerance on the hole of 0.00075 inch; on the shaft 0.0015 inch. Since the shaft is nominally 1 inch and the hole 0.998 inch, we get a maximum hole of 1.0005 inch and a minimum shaft of 0.99725 inch, a difference or allowance of 0.00325 inch ; and a minimum hole of 0.99975 inch and a maximum shaft of 0.99875 inch, which gives an allowance of 0.001 inch. These maxima and mini- THE REDWOOD 351 ma are, then, the dimensions to which the respective plug and snap gages are set. Although some snap gages have permanent points which cannot be al- tered, a more refined form of gage, and a type now most in use, has one point adjustable to compensate for On the rough blank — the length of the billet, and diameter of billet. On the forged blank — diameter and length, cavity, diameter, wall thick- ness, total length. On the shell base — trim base, trim length, form of nose, nose diameter, body diameter, base diameter, band 1! X v CDI xiK V - y ii j i }) ©1 v y 1 j Fig. 2. Common Form of Multiplying Lever Indicating Gage Although the instances so far given showed only simple applications of the gage system, perhaps a better idea of the complexity of the inspection may be gained from the following list of gagings on a 4.7 inch high explosive shell. groove, base groove, crimping groove, width of band groove, base to bourre- let, bore for thread, thread recess, thread plug, counterbore, wall thick- ness, band profile, and diameter over band. 352 THE REDWOOD On the band — cut length, wall thick- ness, chamfer, and hole. On the base plug — large diameter, thread diameter, concentricity, thread and groove, length of thread and head, counterbore, thread bore, thread, depth and width of slot and outer thread diameter. Bearing in mind that some of these operations must be duplicated, we see the scope and importance of the in- spection department of a modern fac- tory. Although the gages so far described will indicate whether a part is too large or too small, they do not show how much too large or too small it is. To remedy this defect, gages are built with movable jaws, the jaws being cou- pled to movable levers or some other mechanism for multiplying the motion, so that the amount of variation from size can easily be read. Figure 2 shows this type. Figures 1 and 2 were taken from Machinery . Another variation of the gage sys- tem is the profile gage. These are forms cut out to exactly fit the profile of the finished part. These profile gages have come into use especially in the manufacture of shells for the warring nations. As to the accuracy of gages, a great deal depends on the class of work on which they are to be used. It is use- less and expensive to have very accur- ate gages on comparatively rough work. Although some gage manufac- turers keep as close as within 0.00001 inch of being accurate, this is more than is ordinarily required, and as a rule manufacturing tolerances vary from about 0.0001 to 0.0002 inches. It must not be inferred from the brief descriptions given that the field is limited to these few uses outlined here. There are countless special gages, each built to supply a particu- lar need and each interesting in its peculiar field. Their accuracy and the speed and economy of production possi- ble by their use, have combined to make them so potent a factor in pres- ent-day manufacturing methods. Ittttrfc ,NWARD tKe line of battle Swept on tkat bloody morn, Mowing down men before it As tKe farmer mows his corn; And as tKe day receded Into tKe folds of nigKt, And friend and foe lay bleeding low For wKat Ke tKougKt was right ; Golden, tKe sKafts of moonligKt Played on tKe City of Dead, And toucKed a mangled mortal, Jagged and torn and red, WKo drew from Kis breast a symbol Of a day on Calvary, WKen CKrist above to sKow His love Suffered for you and me. Glassy-eyed, weak and trembling, A man beKolds tKe cross, And creeping to Kis foeman Among tKe blood-soaked moss, Just lingers tKere and wKispers : My Jesus; Kelp us God. And friend and foe lie buried so BeneatK tKe kindly sod. JAMES CARR 353 On Sleeping Over Leo Hickey. ERHAPS no two col- lege words encompass such a world of pathos and feeling as those two, known as SLEEPING OVER. To those to whom this phrase is unfa- miliar, perhaps it would convey more distinctly to their minds its meaning, were the order of the words reversed, and the title changed to over-sleep- ing. The pathos enters in being caught; the feeling in paying the penalty. But there is a joy never to be forgot- ten, when the echo of the bell has pass- ed into peaceful oblivion through the ventilators and opened windows, and the long lines of beds are bathed in darkness. This is the time sleep seems precious, when the muscles of the body rebel at being compelled to work, and the eyelids cling tenaciously together, determined to open only at the beck of sunshine. The idea of sleeping over cannot be claimed as original by this generation. Love-letters of our parents, written in the balmy days of their courtship, fur- nish positive proof that this practice has been known and opposed in the year of grace 1860. While the author is of the opinion that were the annals of Oxford or Cambirdge examined and a treatise on this subject obtained, it would be found that as far back even as 1500 many prominent characters of history have indulged in late sleep. The advantages of this healthful practice, and I may say exercise, are too numerous to be mentioned in any detail. Nevertheless a mere hint at the more prominent ones will possibly shed a little light on the subject. The first is, one acquires speed in dressing, which later may prove a means of saving his life, in case of fire or burglary. Besides, one is enabled to dress .in the dark, being prepared for blindness should it come upon him in his old age. The third important advantage may be classed under the banner of physi- cal helps, namely speed. It consists in the sprinting for the door, equivalent to a fire drill or a scamper around the track. Here also enters the art, so greatly recommended by Mrs. Vernon Castle, of gracefully dodging heads of beds. And we might also state, the door might for someone be the suburb- an train gate. Should this be true, the oversleeper will astonish the gate-keep- er by his altogether exceptional agility and nimbleness. 354 THE REDWOOD 355 I feel sure that all doctors would ad- vise such, a course as sleeping over. This, because one is not so liable to catch a cold in the short space inter- vening between dressing and washing. But these are the fundamental argu- ments from which many more solid and convincing ones can be readily derived. And each one will find both in his sleeping and wakeful hours that it is a theme containing much thought for meditation. (Enmfnrt A word of hopeful comfort, A grief dispelling smile,— To a helping hand stone hearts expand, A kind nod once in awhile, A tear for the sorrow -burdened, Deep pity without guile Will make this life, of storms so rife, A place— well—at least worth while. DEMETRIO DIAZ A 3Frmti ' 0 (grant © HY loyal Heart hatk glowed WitK love ' s warm light, and truth adorned thy brow TKe fair flower of youth in thee abode- Alas— But now The boughs that o ' er thy mound Sway oft their naked forms and mournfully pine With glistening leaves were clothed around When life was thine. They ' re faded with thy bloom ; They flushed for weeping when thy spirit flew : Crouched low they mourn in autumn gloom The grave they strew. Oh let them where they mourn ! Bowed down and drooped in sorrow ' s silent gr ief They veil my fair life ' s faded form. And give relief. No ! them I ' ll ne ' er remove To deck with flowers too fair the doleful pile. Hushed soft in tenderness they ' ll prove My grief the while. D. P. MASTEN 356 Ite- RvtutuL PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - - - - - - - J. CHARLES MURPHY BUSINESS MANAGER _______ CLARENCE K. CANELO ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER ... _ WILLIAM MULDOON CIRCULATION MANAGER ------ LOUIS A. BERGNA ASSOCIATE EDITORS REVIEWS - - - - - - - - EDWARD L. NICHOLSON UNIVERSITY NOTES ___- _-. R CRAIG HOWARD ALUMNI _______ __ CHESTER PALMTAG ATHLETICS - ' . - - LOUIS T. MILBURN f M. V. MERLE ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS - - - - - - A.T. LEONARD I G. A. NICHOLSON EXECUTIVE BOARD EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, SI. 50 a year; single copies 20 cents EDITORIAL Engineering Number Hundreds of centuries ago, in the days when the earth was young, a huge, deep-chested man, with hair on his chest and with a heavy club lying beside him on the grass, sat gazing at a roaring waterfall. He was buried in thought and his mind seemed strug- gling with a great problem. He had an idea, vague, indefinite, uncertain, but unlimited in its possibilities. He was the first engineer. In his untrained, groping way he was seeking a method of harnessing that enormous energy and applying it to the use of man. Perhaps that particular man of the stone-age never lived to see the scheme developed. It might have been cen- turies later that the first waterwheel was made. But supposing for a mo- 357 358 THE REDWOOD ment that this same cave man would come on the earth today and behold this tremendous gigantic waterfall sub- verted to the use of man and groaning beneath its heavy burden. Would he not start in amazement and instinctive- ly seize his war club to ward off the attacks of enemies who might lurk in the shadows of this wonderland ? Would he not gasp when he saw a whole city lighted and supplied with electric pow- er through its instrumentality ? How much the engineer has done for the advancement of civilization cannot be reckoned in words; it cannot be reckoned in figures. Civilization keeps pace with the achievements of engin- eering, with the discoveries and works of trained, expert engineers. And to turn out .men with the fundamental ideas of engineering firmly planted in their minds is the object of a school of Engineering. And to lay before you the results of their training, to show you the advancement they have made in this intricate science, to demonstrate the practicability of the engineering course here at Santa Clara the Engin- eers have taken this issue of The Red- wood . They have put forth their best efforts to give you a practical and at the same time an interesting number. They should be repaid by a hearty re- sponse and we know that after a care- ful reading of the Engineering Number anyone can truly say, I now know a great deal more of engineering than I knew before. J. Charles Murphy. 1T , . Back from the dimness Unfair „ ., p. oi the past comes a quotation. We don ' t exactly remember whence it came, nor why, nor wherefore; nor do we recall whether the rest of the quotation would well fit in with what we now have in our minds, — we just mention that from the dimness of the past comes a quota- tion: A wonderful bird is the peli- can. A short time back, an institution of learning not more than a thousand miles away, but with an attendance of many more students was beaten — badly beaten in a football game by a similar institution not more than three hun- dred miles away from here, and boast- ing not many more students. The stu- dents of the smaller university did not see fit to crow beyond the usual scope of college victories ; nor did the beaten college act in any manner when de- feated, other than the most gentleman- ly and becoming men who are men. But — as a disgustingly hollow echo from a heretofore agreeable remem- brance of a pleasing note, comes from the beaten one ' s sister college, (a col- lege by the way itself badly defeated two years ago by the now defeated in- stitution), an unsportsmanlike, ungen- tlemanly, and to those who have read the article we need not say unmanly overflow of thought, forstered and ac- centuated by training, that because of our manhood we are unable to under- stand. And it but brings to us from the dim past the quotation, — A won- derful bird is the pelican. ' ' Edward L. Nicholson. The Lumina From St. Ignatius, Ohio, we welcome the Lumina. The Lumina is quite a new comer, and they are us- ually the subjects of an overbearing criticism from us. However, this is St. Patrick ' s day, and we resign our scowling personality to the champion of Ireland ' s cheer. We can ' t forbear from telling you Lumina, that in place of a picture being opposite to the open- ing poem we were surprised to find furniture, shoes and insurance adver- tised. None of our advertisers, Lumi- na, even the banks, have money enough to buy that page in The Redwood. Your poetry, although it might be of a higher, mightier, more edifying theme, is excellent, and with, say— one more poem, we would judge your book most ably handled in that regard, and it is, as some Exchange Editors are wont to think, the most important. Your departments are well taken care of by the respective editors and we congratulate them upon the replete- ness. In the exchange column we no- tice a criticism of The Redwood , for which, need I say, we thank you very much. Your prose is very good, though ex- ceptionally quiet. After twelve pages of Phanes , my idea was, Words, words, words. The author has devi- ated into dwindling, arid paths of de- scription when a word or two, carefully placed, would have invited a world of interest. Short, spicy articles will put a kick into your book that will help wonderfully, and they ' re much easier to write, and please excuse the slang, but the word kick was just what I wanted to say. Fordham Monthly Before criticizing, it is first our idea to read thoroughly the ex- changes we have picked out as most defenseless against the rude judgment about to be thrust upon them. But what I had in mind was not the ac- knowledgment of that fact, — nor would I grant to an inquisitor that, be- ing human, some essays and treatises do not interest us much — I wished to say that among the Fordham stories are some that we would class amongst the best we have read in college or univer- sity publications. The Monk is 359 360 THE REDWOOD Dead? is out of the ordinary run of stories, and the choice and flow of words is, to us, most pleasing. The same may be said of The Silent Bat- tle, ' ' though the plot, remarkably good, is more along the usual line of short stories. By this, however, we do not wish to withhold the praise that is in- deed due to the author. You, author of The Trail of the Nomad Kings, we too have read the poems of Robert W. Service and to us, too, his rhyme, rythm and peculiar me- ter has appealed. Yours too, possessed these qualities. Your poetry is deeper, more sober than is usual in university magazines, but this subtracts nothing from its quality. Your departments are well and seri- ously handled which lends a finishing touch that well balances your publica- tion. Loyola Magazine It is with pleasure and satisfaction that we read the interesting pages of the Loyola University Maga- zine. There is a lack of poetry in the book, but the absence of quantity is amply balanced by the appearance of a little gem entitled A Desire. We quote : There ' s a longing in my breast, There ' s a tugging at my heart, For the Shores and Shoals are calling, And the foamy waves are falling On a brae, far away. the waves are always falling, And the braes are always calling — Par away. More poetry of this high class would add greatly to the variety of the con- tents. But the stories and essays are evidently the result of deep study and thought. The Illinois Centennial is treated in an interesting manner and the stories, The Law of Inertia and The College Play are almost all that a short story should be. However the latter seems rather superficial although it presents a true to nature picture. What the Loyola intends to specialize on has always been a sort of enigma. More than half of the magazine is de- voted to a recording of college events. Part deals with athletics, part with col- lege notes, etc., etc. And coming to think of it perhaps the chief end of a college magazine is to record college events. And so we cannot find fault with the rather full departments and we will pause to remark that they were interesting reading even to us, rank outsiders. The numerous cuts add greatly to the interest of the magazine and we must say that it is with reluct- ance that we lay down the March num- ber of the Loyola University Magazine. Edward L. Nicholson. FORGE SHOF 50.000 POUND TESTING MACHINE SOME OF THE EXPERIMENTAL MOTORS CORNER OF THE SHOP LABORATORIES Mnin raity Notes With conventional re- The Senate gret we are informed of the defeat and exter- mination of the Senatorial politics. The intriguing faction was handed, it seems, a very emphatic jolt. It is re- grettable, however, that such a poig- nant intelligence as that which led the ambitious politicians, was not convert- ed into the channels of legitimate di- plomacy. A trans-bay city, we have come to understand, fostered for years a constituent, keen, bold, and with rare external advantages which she destined to be a shining star in the galaxy of politics, and it is a shame her son chose ignoble consorts to effect an ignoble end. The reign of terror Sickness ? caused by the fatal mal- ady which for days baf- fled science and reasoning, has been tripped by the infallible application of calomel. Now from the interesting re- cesses of the Infirmary comes a medi- cinal edict from the executive of the research committee, in effect, that the silent disturber is nothing more than an epidemic of Patagonian Gadumphf. Thanks to the mighty talent of the re- search commission. Ryland Debate Ex Abundantia of Sen- ators the recent elec- tion qualified G. Des- mond, R. Aurroecoechea, and E. Har- ter to represent the Upper House. Ger- ald Morley Desmond was born in spring and is from Sacramento, so no further comment is necessary. Ramon Aurrecoechea is a talented Castillian, his bursts of patriotic enthusiasm and pangyrics on the stars and stripes would receive no applause from George Cohan, but caeca invidia est in Ra- mon ' s favor. Ed Harter exemplifies the epigram, still waters run deep. The House in its Bohemian little way, chose Earl Desmond, C. Damrell and Destile. Of Earl Desmond ' s argu- mentative talent we know much, and hope for as much from the other two. Aux Armes ! And the debate is con- cerned with the Compulsory Military Training question. We that love peace hope that the outcome will not affect the administration at Washington. 361 362 THE REDWOOD Two track meets of lit- Track tie competitive import- ance drew forth bewil- dering ability from secret sources. The most startling 1 event in the athletic Archives of the institution took place, when Pablo Caruso Soto, singer, and sedentary champion of the school, blos- somed forth on athletic paths. We are told and vouch for the credulity of the information, that, attired in his polite clothes Pablo won second place in the shot-put at San Jose. And when it comes to showing speed in making a get-away from a certain personage on the campus he is without a peer. Douglas McNeil, for the past three weeks has been stretching his long sin- ews on the cinders, as this is not the appropriated place for athletic specu- lations we stop here. able doubt indict the would-be song- ster. A Lost Chord With applause do we hear the soothing as- surances that the pres- ent choir is to be eliminated of its dis- cordant members. One mysterious voice there is, sad and sour; we suspect the source, but refuse to expose our well founded suspicions. But never- theless we suggest by way of polite dis- covery, that the organist be accompa- nied every day by a different voice, and we assure the searching squad, that on the day the mysterious voice reap- pears a certain obvious concern exhib- ited by the startled student-worship- pers will in a manner beyond reason- Sf Pat Vk ' was cons idered alto- Choir gether improper by the sons of St. Patrick that the singing in the Students ' Chapel on that day should be in the hands of a choir made up of sons of Italy ' s sunny clime and conducted by a Frenchman. Therefore the Irish contingent under the leadership of the august Mike Ken- nedy started a recruiting campaign for warblers of Irish extraction and lineage. Needless to say that the trill- ing of the above mentioned chorister was a feature. Entertain- ment On the evening of March seventeenth an impromptu entertain- ment was held in the auditorium. The band rendered several Irish airs; and ten minute talks on Ireland and her saints, her statesmen and her warriors were given by Thomas Ford, Albert Quill and Frank Conneally. The en- tertainment was brought to a close by several reels of exceptionally good A semi-public debate J. D. S. was held by the Junior Debating Society on Thursday evening, March the twenty- second. Members of the faculty, stu- THE REDWOOD 363 dents, and other guests assembled in the new and well appointed hall to hear the liveliest debate the society has held this term. The question was of wide interest — Resolved: That the fear of the Japanese menace is well founded — ■ and all agreed that the subject was handled in a way that gave evidence of long and thorough preparation. If spirit ran high it is no wonder, for third year high was pitted against fourth year, and a handsome prize — a J. D. S. pin — was set up for each mem- ber of the winning team. Messrs. Ben- jamin T. Williams, Martin S. Walsh, and Bernard J. Baratono, spoke for the affirmative; Messrs. Leo F. Hickey, Edwin A. Heafey, nad Frank H. Dam- rell for the negative. After a hot re- buttal the decision of the judges was returned in favor of the negative. The three young men thereupon step- ped forward and were decorated by the chair with the coveted prize. R. Craig Howard and W. Tracy Gaffey. On the 22nd of February, ' 87 Fr. Joseph. P. McQuaide cel- ebrated his twenty-fifth or- dination anniversary. The following is quoted from the San Francisco Call: Father McQuaide was ordained by Cardinal Gibbons at St. Mary ' s, Balti- more, February 22, 1892. His first pastorate was at San Rafael and in- cluded San Quentin prison. At the outbreak of the Spanish-American war he went to the Philippines as chaplain of the First California Infantry and performed notable work with the cam- paigning troops and in the smallpox hospitals of Luzon. When difficulties arose between Governor-General Smith and the Arch- bishop of Manila, Secretary of War Taft sought the assistance of Father McQuaide, who adjusted the trouble. After the 1906 fire, Father McQuaide was a member of the committee of fifty. He is now chaplain of the Coast Artillery Corps, N. G. C. ' 88 Another one of our old boys of the cloth celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of his ordination. Father Joseph A. Byrne is the happy man. And those twenty-five years of Father Byrne ' s priesthood have been years of marked usefulness and full of merit to him- self. Many years ago when we were still in our kilts we remember seeing him during our summer vacations as parish priest of Novato. And the pic- ture of his imposing figure with his long black hair, riding horseback as he made the rounds of some outlying dis- trict or visited the sick is with us to stay forever. He represented to our youthful mind the ideal of a parish priest. Later Father Byrne was trans- fered to Napa, where he was for many years. At present he is pastor of St. Columba ' s Church, Oakland. And during all these years Father Byrne has ever been one of Santa Clara ' s most loyal sons. And it will be remem- bered that he delivered the address at the dedication of the New Buildings in 1912. The best wishes and prayers of student body and faculty alike are with Father Byrne that he may live to see at least twenty-five more years in the service of his King and Leader. 364 THE REDWOOD 365 Chas. P. Vieini of Jackson, ' 89 Amador Co., was elected to the Legislature last Novem- ber as Assemblyman by a handsome majority. Mr. Vieini for many years has been prominently identified in the public life of that vicinity. Several terms he served, with great honor and credit, as District Attorney of Amador County. He still has a feeling of warm regard for Santa Clara, for he journeyed from the Capitol to Oakland to see the Var- sity basketball team in action, and inci- dentally watch Hoit Vieini, our sterling forward, perform. ing up quite a reputation and practice as an attorney in San Francisco. James Nealon officiated with ' 94 the indicator in the first of the Santa Clara-Stanford baseball games. It was his first visit to the old place in some years, and he found great pleasure in meeting some of his old professors, Father Neri, who is now blind, and Father Brunengo, who is very old and feeble. Jim is still remembered as one of the best ball play- ers Santa Clara has ever turned out. Even yet the present generation hears of the wonderful things he used to do with his mighty stick. For some twenty years now Jim has been with the Cus- tom House in San Francisco. Theodore Gussie Donovan Ex- ' 09 was a spectator at the recent Stanford-Santa Clara base- ball contest staged here. He is build- Jack Denair, who seemed to Ex- ' 09 have drifted out of sight and ken for some years, has been discovered recently to be with the San- ta Fe Railroad in the Monadnock Building, San Francisco. Moran McDonnell, who will Ex- ' IO be remembered as the first editor of the College Press , is now interested in a mining enterprise in British Columbia. He is living in Vancouver at present. Some two years ago he was wedded to the daughter of a prominent Portland doc- tor. ' 12 Chris Degnan, at one time an associate editor on The Redwood , visited here a short time ago. He is now doing quite well in San Francisco following his pro- fession of law. Roy Bronson and Cecil Posey ' 12 both now residents of Oak- land, were present at the bas- ket ball game when the Varsity play- ed in that city recently. Both were great fans while at school and they en- joyed having the opportunity to root for the old colors again. 366 THE REDWOOD ' 12 Martin Detels is now located in San Francisco. He is in the marine insurance busi- ness having forsaken his law practice for the present. During this time when vessels are so scarce and the cargoes carried are of such high value the pro- tection which the insurance offers is very alluring. Despite the fact that competition is very keen he is meeting with much success. Lasher Gallagher slipped Ex- ' 12 away from his business long enough to enable him to mo- tor down to Santa Clara from San Francisco and witness the Varsity base- ball team trim Stanford. Lasher by his diligence and application has been re- warded with much success early in life. He is recognized as the fastest and ablest shorthand reporter in the Unit- ed States. Besides teaching and dem- onstrating in Oakland and San Fran- cisco, he is often engaged in reporting conventions and lectures. His loyalty to Santa Clara has not waned one bit. Moose Kelly is in some Ex- ' 13 way responsible for the beau- ty and grace which distin- guish the Packard from others of the high grade, select motor cars. He is a designer employed by the Packard Motor Co. at Detroit. Some day Moose will be spinning about here in a big car of his own design. Harry Benneson, probably Ex- ' 13 the best distance man Santa Clara has seen in a long time, dropped in for a little visit a few days ago. He was extremely gratified at seeing the great interest taken in track, and the numbers who go out for that sport. Roller Hewitt helped cheer ' 14 the Varsity on to victory over Stanford in the thrilling game which occured here on March 10th. He is studying medicine and specializing on nervous diseases at the Agnew State Hospital. Jack Sheehy dropped his in- Ex- ' 14 surance business Saturday in San Francisco and came down to see the intercollegiate contest. Bud is cashier and his value is keen- ly appreciated by the Company. Nick Lettunich, the man of Ex- ' 14 mystery about school for sev- eral years while here has not lost any of his sly arts since departing. Several times his fellow students were startled by vivid newspaper accounts of inventions of his and his own mys- terious reticence regarding them. Now, he has as secretly taken a wife unto himself. Miss Strazizch of Watsonville is the bride. Quietly they left Wat- sonville and summoning a priest in a nearby town were married. For sev- THE REDWOOD 367 eral weeks their whereabouts were un- known when finally word came from Nick in Nevada. He is holding down a good position with a large mining com- pany. Much success to you and the new Mrs. Lettunich, Nick. ' Marriage Licenses ' — Erroll Ex- ' 14 Quill and Frances Herman. So, Archie, the hard- hearted inflexible has succumbed. Do you remember Archie when you re- solved and swore absolutely — ? Oh, what ' s the use of recalling that deci- sion? When Cupid strikes it is with unerring accuracy and the result is al- ways the same. Several days after the marriage had been solemnized in San Francisco, Ar- chie and bride boarded a United States Transport bound for the Island of Guam. He is connected with a whole- sale grocery firm of San Francisco and was sent to take charge of their branch on the island. May you and Mrs. Quill find happiness in your new home. Paul Campbell, E. E. ' 16, has ' 16 been working for the Mt. Whitney Power Company at Visalia since leaving school. When the Pacific Light and Power Company bought the Mt. Whitney Company, Campbell was transferred to the head office at Los Angeles where he is re- ported to be making Franck Laine, E. E. 16, is ' 16 working for the Westing- house Company at Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. This is the largest elec- tric manufacturing concern in the world and employs 23,000 men in this one factory. Laine spent about nine months testing and erecting and is now in the sales department. He ex- pects to be finally transferred to one of the Pacific Coast branches, as his heart is still in California. ' ' Cooie ' ' McCinnis came back Ex- ' 18 to Santa Clara to show the boys how he used to do it around shortstop. He played that po- sition for the Spokane Indians against the Varsity and was the star of the ag- gregation. Chester Palmtag. San Francisco Coast League 3. Santa Clara 0. On Saturday, March the third, the Varsity journeyed to the Capitol City to oppose the San Francisco Seals in a two game series. A beautiful day greeted the team in Sacramento and in- deed it was an ideal day to indulge in the pleasures afforded by the National Pastime. Steen and Baum were select- ed to pitch for the leaguers, while Fitz- patrick occupied the mound for Santa Clara. Fitzpatrick twirled a remarkable ar- ticle of ball and the inability of his teammates to hit the slanting offerings of Baum and Steen safely resulted in a close defeat. All things considered the team is to be commended, for two sea- soned pitchers as Baum and Steen to- gether with their experience, reputa- tion and ability have prevented profes- sional teams from scoring a solitary run on many an occasion. The Mission infield displayed in great form and easily outclassed the professionals in this department. The box score : SANTA CLARA. ABRHPOASBE Rooney, 2b 4 1111 Maher, 2b 3 10 2 Bensberg, lb 4 10 1 O ' Neil, s s 4 2 3 Desmond, c f 3 10 Milburn, 1 f 3 10 Le Bourveau, r f... 3 10 10 Pratt, c _ 3 7 2 Fitzpatrick, p 3 114 Total 30 2 24 1 10 1 SAN FRANCISCO COAST LEAGUE. Fitzgerald, r f 3 10 Pick, 3b 4 2 10 Ellis, c f _. 4 Downs, 2b 3 110 3 Koerner, lb 2 119 368 THE REDWOOD 369 ABBHPOASBE Schaller, 1 f 2 112 Hollywood, s s 10 10 2 1 Baker, c 3 1 12 Steen, p 10 Baum, p 2 2 Totals 25 3 4 27 6 1 San Francisco Coast League 3. Santa Clara 2. Our second encounter against the San Francisco Seals was played in Marysville. As O ' Neil, Rooney, Des- mond, Hickey and Le Bourveau claim either Sacramento or Marysville their respective homes, the team seemed a particular favorite among the fans. And well they played at their home towns. Hickey was selected to twirl for Santa Clara, while Machold and Oldham did the pitching for our op- ponents. Foghorn Murphy, better known in the baseball world, especially in San Francisco and in Oakland, as the man who rides the streets on horseback in a Seal uniform, announcing the Coast League game to be played in the after- noon, was selected as umpire. Wheth- er the dim atmosphere or the poor Marysville water effected or badly im- paired his eyesight, we know not. But one thing positive we know: Mr. Mur- phy (and I might say in this connec- tion that the press and everyone who witnessed the game, fully agree with me) sadly erred in decisions that brought defeat to the Varsity. The Varsity tallied its first run in the second inning when Milburn beat out a bunt. He stole second and ad- vanced to third when Le Bourveau reached first safely on Machold ' s er- ror. Milburn scored while Pratt was thrown out at first base. Le Bourveau scored when Hickey hit a terrific drive into left field. The Seals scored their first run in the sixth inning when Milburn erred on Hall ' s line drive. Hall scored on Fitz- gerald ' s sacrifice fly into center field. Hickey certainly deserved a victory as his remarkable twirling prevented the professionals from knocking the ball out of the infield during the great- er portion of the game. During the entire fourteen innings the Varsity outplayed their opponents and should have returned to Santa Clara victorious. Rooney, Pratt, Desmond and Le Bourveau scintillated in fielding. The box score: SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A SB E Rooney, 2b 6 18 1 Maher, 3b 6 112 Bensberg, lb 4 16 10 O ' Neil, s s 5 2 Desmond, c f 5 110 Milburn, 1 f 5 12 2 2 1 Le Bourveau, rf... 4 10 4 10 Pratt, c 5 16 3 Hickey, p 5 115 1 Total 45 2 7 24 18 4 3 370 THE REDWOOD SAN FRANCISCO. ABRHPOASBB Fitzgerald, r f 4 110 1 Pick, 3b 4 12 10 1 Ellis, c f 5 3 Downs, 2b 5 2 1 Koerner, lb 5 1 2 13 Sehaller, 1 f 5 12 10 Hollywood, s s 4 3 4 1 Hall, c 4 1 12 3 Maebold, p 10 2 1 Oldham, p Total 3 10 10 40 3 5 36 14 5 Santa Clara 4. Stanford 3. In a game replete with thrills and excitement the Varsity defeated Stan- ford University in a fourteen inning contest by a score of 4 to 3. Fitzpat- rick opposed Mattei of Stanford in a pitching duel, that both players are to be commended for. On several occasions it appeared that a Stanford or Santa Clara victory appeared bright, but this beautiful prospect was suddenly dampened by some sensational play. Stanford was first to score. In the seventh inning Wilcox and Mattei sin- gled. Cowan was hit with a pitched ball. Mitchell singled to left center scoring Wilcox and Mattei. After two outs in the seventh inning the Varsity evened up matters. Mil- burn singled. He stole second and third and scored on Steven ' s error. Le Bourveau next up hit a terrific drive into left center for a home run. Again Stanford managed to maintain the lead in the ninth inning when Bra- den singled, Mattei grounded to third advancing Braden to second base. Cow- an doubled to left field scoring Bra- den. In our portion of the ninth inning Fitzpatrick singled, Rooney sacrificed him to second. Maher singled, scoring Fitzpatrick. In the fourteenth inning O ' Neil sin- gled and reached second safely on Braden ' s error. Desmond singled, O ' Neil advancing to third. Milburn singled to right field, scoring O ' Neil. For the Varsity O ' Neil, Bensberg, Maher and Pratt played an excellent fielding game, while Braden and Ste- vens did the best work for the Cardi- nals. The box score : SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A SB E Rooney, 2b 5 8 3 Maher, 3b 7 113 6 Bensberg, lb 7 13 1 1 1 O ' Neil, s s 7 1115 10 Desmond, c f 6 13 Milburn, 1 f 7 13 4 2 Le Bourveau, r f... 4 110 Pratt, c 6 1 11 1 Fitzpatrick, p 6 10 3 Total 56 4 9 43 18 5 STANFORD. AB R H PO A SB E Cowan, s s 5 16 6 2 Mitchell, r f 6 3 10 Hayes, lb 4 15 1 THE REDWOOD 371 AB R H PO A SB E Lilly, c f 6 4 Dickey, 1 f 5 2 Stevens, 3b 7 14 1 Braden, 2b 6 115 6 1 Wilcox, c 4 12 5 Mattei, p 4 12 2 1 Total 47 3 9 39 18 6 Santa Clara 9. Standard Oil 5. The fast amateur team representing the Standard Oil Company proved easy opponents for the Varsity. Though possessed of several former profes- sionals, the Varsity nearly scored at leisure. The first inning proved disastrous for the visitors. Rooney singled, Mil- burn sacrificed him safely to second. Bensberg doubled. O ' Neil tripled, scor- ing Rooney and Bensberg. Desmond singled, scoring O ' Neil. Maher dou- bled and Farwell singled. Before the excitement had ceased, six runs were added to our credit. In our portion of the fifth inning Leonard singled, Rooney reached first on a fielder ' s choice. Milburn hit safely. Bensberg doubled, scoring Rooney and Milburn. O ' NeSl singled, scoring Bensberg. Killilay, formerly of the Oakland Coast League team occupied the mound for four innings. Though the Varsity hit his delivery freely they failed to annex any scores. Bensberg, Maher and Pratt fielded well. The box score : SANTA CLARA. AB H R PO A E Rooney, 2b 5 2 2 12 Milburn, 1 f 4 12 Bensberg, lb 5 2 2 12 O ' Neil, s s 5 12 2 3 Desmond, c f 4 13 10 1 Maher, 3b 3 113 4 Farwell, r f 3 12 10 Pratt, c 4 6 2 Leonard, p 4 10 10 Le Bourveau, r f 10 10 Total 38 9 15 26 13 1 STANDARD OIL. AB H R PO A E Gay, s s 4 13 13 Scanlon, 2b 3 14 1 Cunningham, 1 f 5 114 Sears, lb 5 8 2 Quigley, r f 4 110 Kellar, 3b 3 4 11 Raby, c 3 2 4 10 Cortadi, c f 4 113 Russel, p 3 2 3 Killilay, p 10 Total 35 5 8 24 14 2 Spokane 3. Santa Clara 2. In a fast and interesting game Nick Williams ' Spokane Indians defeated the Varsity by a score of 3 to 2. The game resulted in a pitchers ' bat- tle between Fitzpatrick and Hollings. The visitors tallied three runs in the initial inning when McGinnis walked. Harper safe on an error, while Kanto- sick was safe on a fielder ' s choice. 372 THE REDWOOD Kunz hit a line drive that was mis- AB R H PO A E judged with three runners scoring. ' Siglin, 2b 4 12 2 Desmond reached first safely on an Tobin, c 3 10 error in the fourth inning, Maher sac- Hollings, p 3 5 1 rifice. On a high fly to center field Desmond scored. Le Bourveau was re- Total 33 3 4 25 H 6 sponsible for the second run. He was g anta Clara 6 Stanford 2. issued a pass and scored on an error. T ,, , „ . , , _ .. . In the second game of our mtercol- Regarding the respective ability of kgiate geries Stanford) the Varsi . the two clubs, Santa Clara possesses a decisively defeated the Cardinals by much superior team and on the return f a , v a score of 6 to 2. game we expect to record a victory of The gt patrick „ Jin]ffl „ some merit. It is possible that we meet formerly Mmbled team made its the Spokane team m Stockton. disappearance that day. And why leirt fielto 17 Wouldn ' t it? With green colors flying on the uniforms of the Irish contingent composed of Leonard, Fitzpatrick, SANTA CLARA. O ' Neil, Maher, Desmond, Farwell and AB H P PO A P Rooney, anything less than a victory Rooney, 2b 4 1 2 3 was impossible. Milburn If 301300 Captain Leonard twirled the first Bensberg, lb Till 4 11 1 six innin g s and completely baffled the O ' Neil s ' s 400111 °PP 0S i n g batsmen. Fitzpatrick finish- Desmond, c f Till 4 10 2 ed the game with one hit being regis- Maher, 3b 3 2 1 tered a § amst him - Le Bourveau, r f 2 10 The Varsit y scored twice m the in1 ' p .. 3 17 a i nn i n g when Milburn beat out a FitzpatrickT ' p Til 4 14 1 slow roller to first base ' B sberg hit safely to left field, Desmond doubled Total 31 2 3 27 11 3 to right field scoring the two runners. In the third inning Desmond hit SPOKANE. safely in the infield and advanced to AB H R PO A E third base on Maher ' s single. An er- McGinnis, s s 3 10 12 3 ror by Hayes permitted both runners Murray, 1 f 4 12 to score. Harper, r f _ 4 10 10 The final two runs came in the fifth Kantosick, 3b 4 112 3 inning, when Rooney singled, Milburn O ' Brien, lb 4 12 1 singled advancing Rooney, Bensberg Kunz , c f 4 14 sacrificed the runnesr to third and sec- THE REDWOOD 373 ond respectively. On a squeeze play by O ' Neil, Milburn and Rooney scored. The box score : SANTA CLARA. ABRHPOASBE Rooney, 2b 5 12 6 5 Milburn, 1 f 5 2 2 10 Bensberg, lb 4 18 110 O ' Neil, s s _ 5 10 6 2 1 Desmond, c f 3 12 1 Maber, 3b - 4 1112 Farwell, r f 4 10 Pratt, c 4 2 5 Leonard, p 2 110 1 Fitzpatrick, p 10 4 Le Bourveau, c f... 10 10 Total 38 6 11 28 15 2 3 STANFORD. AB R H PO A SB E Cowan, s s 55 3 4 5 2 Mitchell, r f 5 Hayes, lb 3 1 2 10 1 1 Lilly, c f 4 1110 Dickey, 1 f 4 1 Stevens, 3b 4 10 Braden, 2b 4 15 5 2 Campbell, c 4 17 10 Hoever, p _ 10 12 1 Mattei, p 2 10 2 Total 36 2 9 28 12 7 Santa Clara 4. Chicago Cubs 1. Before a large and enthusiastic as- semblage of baseball fans, the Varsity outplayed the visiting Chicago Cubs by a score of 4 to 1. Hickey occupied the mound for the Varsity, and his va- riety of curves completely shattered the Big Leaguers hopes of victory. The Varsity found the offerings of Za- bel in the third inning for four runs. Hickey and Rooney walked. Milburn hit to left field, scoring Hickey. Bens- berg singled, scoring Rooney. O ' Neil pulled off a perfect squeeze play, scor- ing Milburn, and in the excitement Bensberg also tallied. On several occasions the Cubs had men on bases, but lightning-like plays by the Varsity infield prevented any resulting damage. For a college infield Pratt, Bensberg, Rooney, O ' Neil and Maher have no peers. The Cubs scored their solitary run in the second inning when Dill- hoffer doubled, advanced to third on Jacobson ' s out and scored when Meu- sel was thrown out at first base. Bensberg featured with three singles. The box score : SANTA CLARA. AB R H PO A E Rooney, 2b 3 10 2 6 1 Milburn, 1 f 4 110 Bensberg, lb 4 1 3 14 2 O ' Neil, s s 3 13 4 Desmond, c f 3 10 Maher, 3b 3 1110 Farwell, r f 10 10 Le Bourveau, r f 10 Pratt, c 2 4 10 Hickey, p 2 10 3 Total 26 4 8 24 17 1 374 THE REDWOOD CHICAGO CUBS. the University has such a spirit of en- AB R H PO A E thusiasm and pep been displayed for Murphy, 2b 4 5 3 basketball as during the present sea- Hunter, s s 3 4 2 son - Since the enlargement of the Smith, c f 4 12 court the public and student body Dillhoffer, c _ 2 114 3 thronged in large crowds to help cheer Jacobson, r f 4 the team on to victory. Mollwitz, lb 4 11 1 The most thrilling exhibition of bas- Muesel, c f 4 10 ketball ever played on our court was Shay, 3b 3 2 5 1 our intercollegiate game with the Uni- Zabel, p 2 2 versity of Nevada. For forty long min- McTague, p 10 10 utes a solitary point separated the two teams. Finally the whistle blew denot- Total 31 1 3 22 19 3 in g tne climax of this wonderful meet- ing with the score tied. An additional BASKETBALL NOTES. five minutes were allowed to settle the Congratulations to Coach Otto supremacy on the court. During the Fritsch and his 1917 Basketball Team, short interval Vicini, Capt. Bensberg To them has fallen the unique honor of and Don each annexed a basket, while claiming the title as the Intercollegiate the visitors failed to obtain possession Champions of the California-Nevada of the ball. Basketbabll League. The following members of this year ' s Though several of our intercollegiate victorious quintet receive the coveted games proved close and thrilling exhi- basketball block: Vicini, Berndt, Don, bitions, yet on no solitary occasion was Fowler, Palmtag, Korte and Capt. the outcome ever dubious. Bensberg. For the first time in the annals of Louis T. Milburn. CONTENTS Santa Clara spirit (Verse) AN ASPECT OF DANTE AND MILTON AROUND THE SQUARE II. THE VILLAGE STOREKEEPER MISSION BELLS (Verse) THE EMIGRANT THE AGE OF GIANTS (Verse) SOMEWHERE IN THE WAR ZONE THE GIBRALTAR OF SAN FRANCISCO BAY MOONLIGHT (Verse) ALL ' S FAIR IN WAR THE HARP (Verse) PRODOTES . . . . SPRING (Verse) SANTA CLARA ' S PART THE MISER ' S DIARY AVE MARIS STELLA (Verse) EDITORIAL - EXCHANGES UNIVERSITY NOTES ALUMNI - ATHLETICS Harry Wadsworth 375 W. Tracy Gaffey 376 E. L. Nicholson 380 Marshall Ducoing 381 W. Kevin Casey 382 Eugene T. Conway 383 Chas. D. South 390 John Muldoon, Jr. 392 - 393 Francis Rooney 399 .aymond C. Murphy 400 J. Charles Murphy 402 W. Kevin Casey 403 William S. Muldoon 408 Editor 409 Marshall Ducoing 411 Joseph Dyer, Jr. 412 - 413 - 415 Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVI SANTA CLARA, CAL., MAY, 1917 NO. 7 Gtlfe g attta dlara Bpmt UR old Alma Mater is doing her snare For the Land of tke Red, White and Blue; She ' s giving her all, To the Land that we call America, to whom all is due. We ' ve rallied around the standard we love, We ' ve pledged our support unbounded, We ' ve shown Uncle Sam how We ' ll fight for him now That the war note has really been sounded. Thank God for the spirit that rings through our halls For the country we love so true. We ' re ready to fight, And we ' ll give all our might For the glorious Red, White and Blue. HARRY WADSWORTH An Aspect of Dante and Milton W. Tracy Gaffey. ANTE was born and grew to manhood in an age when the western world had but one religion — the Roman Catholic. The age of Romance had not yet passed, the mass of the people still believed in giants and Necromancers. Knight Errants still wandered the world seek- ing adventure; the prophecies of Mer- lin and ' the stories of the Round Table were still the theme of the minstrel and the poet; Cerbantes had not yet ap- peared with his inconclastic satire Don Quijote to laugh Knight Errantry into oblivion. In a time when European literature had reached its lowest ebb and before the French Renaissance had attracted Italian cognizance, under the wrinkled frown of Brunetto Latini, the young Dante toiled at the ancient Latin writ- ers. Nor did his love of learning de- crease with years, for we are told by Giovanni Villani that he went to study at Bolonga, then to Paris and to even other parts of the then cultured world. About the year 1287 war was waged most vigorously between the Guelphs and the Ghibellines. In the cause of the former Dante joined a cavalry troop and served in the memorable battle, Campaldino. When the rage and ten- sion of war subsided and secret investi- gations were being conducted to ex- punge seditious influence, among those, whom the long arm of impeachment touched, was the Florentine poet. A year later he was exiled, forlorn and alone. Isolation and silence forced the young poet to seek the company of his inner self, and his mind attracted as by a magnet, constantly wandered back to the days of his youth and to the ban- quet of Folco Portinari, at which he met Beatrice. With abstracted stare and pathetic poise for years Dante wandered with a soul bursting to vent forth in torrential passion his love for Beatrice. For years a bended form, toiled with latent pain, a miser, old, dis- tressed, destined, by untold suffering, and a writhing soul, to hand the world a masterpiece, a great Epic. Of Dante it can well be said: I was taught in Paradise, To ease my soul of melodies. When the last dip was given the pen, when the last word was scrawled, there remained on earth the withered form, but the soul had flown away on wings of gold. Turning the last page from being under the spell of him whose master-mind guided the hand that led us through Paradise and let us sip 376 THE REDWOOD 377 from its sweets as does the transient bee taste the flowers; and from thence let us down along the steeps, and through the lowest depths of darkest Hell, let- ting us gaze in horror, yet spellbound withal, upon the agonies of those souls there to be tormented forever; — turn- ing the last page, I say, of this marvel- ous book we cannot but feel a sense of loss that he whose mighty mind con- ceived all this, no longer walks on earth with men. Our feeling is akin to that of one who after the last guest of the ball has left the brightly lighted and gayly dec- orated parlors, looks with disappoint- ment and with a sense of solitude and sadness at that room which but a few moments ago was alive with the gay laugh, incessant chatter, the hum and bustle, the dancing and the sight of the now departed guests. In an age which still bore the defor- mities of the reformation, with the fire of resentment burning in the hearts of the papists and the intolerance of the government breeding new sores over healed scars; at a time when modern science and philosophy, the forerunners of a new epoch, had already been given a stimulus by the weary and oppressed and were welcomed with joy by the mob, the civil and religious cankers were again opened and treated with the stinging salt of hostility, with America alone and peaceful, an infant with out- stretched arms inviting the weary and forlorn, to a land of freedom and of untold wealth, where the combined ef- forts of youth and freedom were to found a great republic, into the vor- tex of these movements, aided by and under the influence of the spirit of the Eenaissance, John Milton, poet and es- sayist, was ushered. At a proper age and in a manner indicative of success, the young Milton was isolated from the shallow spirit of the times. Like Dante ' s preceptor, Milton ' s father, with keen foresight, provided his protegy for a struggle with men. A manifest distate which amplified with years, dispelled from Milton ' s parents their long cherished hope that the son should enter the clergy. How- ever, Milton ' s distatse was for the life of a clergyman, not for a minister ' s mission in life nor his requisite tastes and learning, which he asserted with clarity. Milton, like Dante, chose solitude for a workhouse in which his great mind wandered back to times, revived by books forgotten or at least unread. Buried in the time-worn archives of an- cient works and under uncouth piles of lesser works, lay the gems whose bril- liant hue withered a sight that sharp- ened and nursed a mind that taught the world. With the present empty, and the future shorn of prospect by grey hairs, a hoary head with blind eyes, stood sentinel, while a great mind wandered back to times, When Philomel beneath the poplar shade With Plaintive murmurs warbles through the glade 378 THE REDWOOD Her notes harmonious tedious nights prolong And Echo multiplies the mournful song. Milton ' s toil like Dante ' s was un- eonfined, but his spirits less blunted by elusive love, served loyally a per- sistent will, ever toiling with an uncon- nected variety of learning. Devoting himself unrestrictedly to the cause of British liberty, his potent pen scat- tered Royalist jibes into oblivion. Like some great wedge forced into a split, his flashing pen, raised in the cause for liberty, drove home his pleas for the people. With Cromwell to act and Mil- ton to think, all would have been well, if the link between the two were tem- pered with conformity of opinion. But with Milton we are now rather con- cerned with his literary attainments, and less with his ability as a states- man. In the galaxy of British literature Milton will remain the brightest star. In the assimilated sphere of Universal literature Dante and Milton sit side by side in the inner circle, qualified they seem in theme and achievement. Both reached the highest peaks of literary endeavor, both contributed pain and labor to the state, and throughout the lives of both appears the dire phantom of fate. Dante wrote in an age that would compare favorably with Milton ' s as that of Milton ' s compared with the present. With the bewildering subtle- ness of his native tongue, and with rare gift of expression, Dante preclud- ed any competition in his age. A stan- dard of excellence was formulated which was to apply to all Italian liter- ature. The metaphors and comparisons of Dante harmonize admirably with that air of strong reality which is the es- sence of the work. Robbing the Infer- no of its magnificent digressions, and expunging all superficial ornament, the poetic remainder would still be ir- resistable. His simlies are not those of a poet, not mere fanciful analogies with a suggestion to direct the mind, but are, analogies of a traveler com- paring scenes of beauty and horror with the prosaic things of reality, but adorned in garbs of beauty. We will not take upon ourselves the invidious office of settling precedency between Dante and Milton. Each, in his own department, is incomparable, and each it appears has taken a subject that exhibits magnificently his own tal- ent to the greatest advantage. The In- ferno is a personal narrative. The whole movement is personal. With Milton a vague suggestion of reality, depicts what he imagines exists. Dante again is more universally read and ad- mired, not so much with regard to his wonderful diction, as the facility and clarity with which his accounts of the unearthly are related. His diction and style are emphatically responsible for the translucence of his work, but these mechanisms are disregarded by the ef- fect. The minuteness of detail gives room for no additional reflection by THE REDWOOD 379 the reader. When one Canto is read, the mind wanders back over what is said, further ahead it cannot go. One ' s mind is constantly in check, lead hither and thither at the will of the Author. With Milton the opposite is the effect, the mind, like an excited child, jumps about in innumerable fields ; a key note is struck, a start is given and the effect devolves upon the structure of the in- tellect. From a view of influence, Milton perhaps has afforded and contributed more for the writhing scribe than Dante. However, the influences of the two are great but widely divergent. Dante is an incentive to exactness of style, and arrangement, while Milton stimulates the imagination, both are invaluably salutary. The two poems differ according to the two ages they reflect, and the two periods are ances- tral periods in our own mental history. To seriously attempt a criticism of Dante and Milton with respect to their two epics, appears about as just a com- parison, as an analogy of Lincoln with Washington, they were both great, and were both poets of astral temperment, but unfortunately Milton came after Dante. The Inferno written on the very eve of Italian literature ' s birth, one would be led to believe, would be of less lasting excellence than The Par- adise Lost written in a nearer time and by an Englishman. The Paradise Lost, had for its amelioration centuries of great writers to transfuse vitality into speech, man ' s vehicle of thought, and a great Epic of its own fashion to influ- ence a great mind. Were the author of Paradise Lost not a great person to whom all credulity is due, one little spark of suspicion would crowd itself into prominence. It is not unlikely how- ever, that the effect of the Inferno upon Milton led him into paths discov- ered years before by Dante, and once arrising amid so unearthly an environ- ment Milton ' s mind tyrannized under Dante ' s grip and burst forth pricked by a pregnant imagination. With great regard for Milton ' s endeavor and great appreciation for its beneficent effect upon literature, we are forced from a sense of justice to regard Dante as having influenced Milton into the chan- nels of thought whence sprang Para- dise Lost. Even had the chronology been reversed and Milton were first, it seems improbable that our order of estimation would have been affected. Dante, in a dark age, effected what was considered Scott ' s innovation, pro- ducing a relation between scene and action. But the very nature of the In- ferno expelled any other arrangement; a merry soul would produce a very ludicrous scene amid the hot atmo- sphere of Cerebus ' domain. These and other innumerable congruities substan- tiate the credulity of superiority due the Inferno. Around the Square. II. E. L. Nicholson. 0, I never liked him, the pompous one was saying. He thought of himself when he thought about anybody, and whenever he gave any- thing, he gave it to the same person. The pompous one didn ' t stop to think whether or not he lived up to his own qualifications, but why harp at that? — many of us don ' t either. Pomposity owned a drugstore, and a number of people who might have been more advantageously doing something else used to say behind his back that his particular mode of making money was to discharge his clerks when they didn ' t obey his orders about putting as little medicine into a package as possible, if the discrepancy would prob- ably not be noticed right away. By the way, his name was Maurice Little. Why, hello Bill, quoth Maurice, abruptly changing the subject as a particular friend of the hitherto be- rated selfish one approached. How do you do, Mr. Little, answered Bill slowly, I have been thinking of poor old John Worth. We were just talking about him, confessed the abnormally shaped one. Who ' s your friend? he referred to a muscular young negro who had walked up beside Bill, but who had stepped re- spectfully behind when the conversa- tion began. That, answered Bill slowly, was John ' s friend when he was in Africa. The young fellow says he was hired as John ' s servant, but John always re- ferred to him as his friend. You were in Africa with him, weren ' t you Bill? Did John come back with you? John is dead, answered Bill, turn- ing abruptly as though somebody had called him. He traveled up the Ama- zon and I traveled down. When I came back, the negro here was waiting for me. The fever had gotten John. ' ' The pompous one ' s thought was that it wasn ' t much loss, but he held his peace. Couldn ' t he fight the fever? he asked. Bill turned to the negro. Did he fight the fever, Jack? Him had kinine, Massa, but who- ever sell it to him, cheat him, and there not was much. ' ' But, asked Bill, why didn ' t he take that? I had fever too, — the black ' s eyes sparkled — and my wife die a year be- fore and I leave a little boy at home, so 380 THE REDWOOD 381 him made me take all the kinine. Someone must have called the negro, for he too, as Bill had done, turned ab- ruptly. The fire bell clanged — probably it was Pomposity ' s drug-store burning — (or his heart burning with love for mankind) — for he hurried away. The Village Store-keeper Marshall Ducoing. Can you imagine anything so dull as the life of a village store-keeper? Can you imagine anything so devoid of va- riety ? He arrives at his store early in the morning, cleans up and does a little puttering around the store until Mr. Jones comes in. Good morning, Mr. Jones, is the greeting of the storekeeper. Good morning, Mr. Brown, re- turns the other, nice weather, ain ' t it? Yes, fine for the crops. Yes sir, it certainly is fine for the crops. And so they talk on for a while until Mr. Thompson comes in. He is greeted by the two of them, and they start again to talk about the same sub- jects, the weather, the crops and the new barn Mr. Smith is building in his back yard. After a while the two go away, and the storekeeper will have a few visit- ors, one or two at a time. Then towards evening the whole town gathers about his furnace, and they talk some more about the weather, the crops and Mr. Smith ' s new barn until it ' s time to go to bed. The same thing happens the next day and the day following, every day. He sees the same faces, the same things, and talks about the same topics. MORAL : Let those who complain of the hum-drum existence of college life keep a village store, or engage in some such occupation compared with which existence at college is one perpetual round of novelties. otlje dRtaaum IMla §HE big bronze bells of trie steeple spoke In a clanging, jangling tongue, T And they sang to me as I barked enrapt In a trance to the strain th ey sung. For tbere in the gathering dusk they -wove A spell about wondering me, As if they had gained some witching charm By their huge antiquity. And they chanted to me in their charming way A ballad of ancient Spain— Of courts that flushed with flambeau ' s flare In Catholic Ferdinand ' s reign. And then down the ladders of gossamer beams Stole queer old-fashioned shades, Decked in profusion of satins and silks That rustled like swishing brocades. And there to the tune of those ancient bells In a shower of silver beams, They bowed to the step of a quaint old dance- Such a dance as is limned in dreams. The old bronze bells from the land of Spain Then ceased their blatant roar, And the forms of my vision fled flitting away. Like fairies of woodland lore. W. KEVIN CASEY 382 The Emigrant Eugene T. Conway. IS walk, his rough, but unmistakably genteel bearing, that high-tilted head and never-changing I---,,--., smile seemed to put him jm on a pedestal up to ffiU q which admiring glances ,i Tr a were turned as the pedes- tal was moved along the street. His very appearance of large mindedness and good nature told quite clearly that the man lived, a greater part of his life, out amongst the rocks and cliffs of God ' s own country. There his play- things, or better, his co-workers, were the unfathomable yet powerful forces of nature which, with a little aid, were being taught to serve humanity in a thousand ways heretofore unthought of, or at least as yet unrealized. Such a life demands a man of action, a man with brains sufficient to put into ac- tion things which formerly existed but in dreams. Jack certainly filled the bill, and that good-natured smile caused every acquaintance to be a friend, who with- out exception, was loyally proud of him. But proudest of all, if that be possible, was an old classmate, about whose antecedents there was very lit- tle known. Henry had devoted himself to the interesting study of aeronautics and had won fame thereby; but neverthe- less, he took even more pride in his friend Jack, who had fought for him when necessary, and who was now a Hydraulic Engineer, seeking to solve the fascinating mysteries of Niagara. Henry was several years older than Jack, but somehow or another had been rather slow in starting his school- ing. His college course completed, he was left to meet the practical problems of an every-day world at the unroman- tic age of twenty-eight. The hall- marks of genius, modesty and silence, kept him in the background during his schooling ; but when suddenly his light began to shine, every one cleared their throat with a surprised Ahem! and realized how little they knew of this man. During her son ' s absence, Jack ' s mother turned to Henry as she would to a son for the thousand and one er- rands which are necessary to manage a house. It was the eve of a month ' s vacation, during a time, which in California is the most delightful of all the year, In- dian-Summer. Lifting his curly head from the pad, he examined and passed on to Jack ' s mother, the following mes- 383 384 THE REDWOOD Mr. Henry Crawford, 810 10th Ave., S. P. N. Y., August 15, 1907. Henry: Leaving tonight at 8 o ' clock. Home Saturday morning. A surprise. JACK. His wa tch showed seven o ' clock, so, with a happy, carefree air, he stepped along, in his rapid, yet military stride, on the bank of the river, seeing and hearing Nature talk, in the slowly gath- ering dusk of things which are visible and audible only to. the lovers of Na- ture ' s open book. The Ellis Island Ferry had just slip- ped into the darkening depot and its odd-looking passengers were already scattering before the only wind then noticeable, a river breeze. Jack passed several knots of emigrants in twos and threes, some profusely adorned with colored ribbons and beads, others hope- lessly tangled among expectant rela- tives and policemen; some gathered in protecting corners, shielding gaping, curly-headed youngsters from the un- known terrors of uniformed officials, one of whom carried a ticket-punch, another a red-ribboned club, and still another a mop. A small sheet, once white, gathered by its four corners, ap • paren tly held the entire estate of one family. Others lugged funny little tel- escope bags, bulged out by hasty re- packing at the Custom House. Some trusted their belongings to blue, pink or red bandanas, which, when not in use, were hung around their necks. The flat green caps and chunky, rolled- brim derbies of the cockneys were in evidence, and the mushroom hats, cov- ering the blushing-red cheeks of the Irishmen, with their blackthorns and shining black bags, could be distin- guished readily enough. A shriveled up, sour -faced Jew, was bobbing his way in and out amongst the hungry, scared-looking emigrants; and, avoiding the gaze of the police- men, sold on every side, wormy-looking lunches, containing, no doubt, two sandwiches and an apple — for the mu- nificent sum of one dollar. One would be surprised to learn that a moment or two later Jack planted a neat glove on one of those smirky, devil -possessed eyes and consequently spilled Jew all over the cobblestones. But the particular reason why Jack lev- eled the Yid could be seen in the way he gently lifted an old man to the curb, after which he dug into the gutter for a battered old hat, a knotted black- thorn cane and a little black satchel. Rubbing off the mud, as best, he could, he tried to keep the old gent ' s tears from making a scene. Some peddlers take the liberty, as this one did, of forcing a person, but when refused, show temper, on the old and very young. If not successful then, a boot is handy for this one or that one, whom he is sure, either cannot or will not retaliate. Jack was white clear through, and the old gent, being tagged for Frisco, he hustled him into a taxi , and before his elderly protege could gather his THE REDWOOD 385 senses and close his shaking lips, he was installed on the outbound ferry to the west depot with Jack as a com- panion. Thus a little excitement lends spice to life and Jack was by no means im- mune to this form of seasoning. Such an action was impulsive for him; and to his credit, he never had regrets for whatever he did in response to that white nature. The old fellow proved a good sort, and was soon welcomed by all in the car. They took the Southern Route, but before they reached New Orleans, it was evident to everyone that his was no common case of emigration. A full heart does not necessarily im- ply talkativeness; yet a serious, smil- ing face, being the result of a clean, thoughtful nature, can win the confi- dence of the most wary. Jack ' s nature responded to a certain feeling of lone- liness in the old man and when finally the silence was lifted, words never fell on a more receptive mind. You say you have heard nothing, from him? ' ' Aye — that ' s it — he ' s gone — Go d knows where — and I ' m after him — if so be it, he ' s on this track. I ' ve had no words from himself — but a bit of news reached me this six months past — Tom Stanton, home for Christmas, told me of a lad, very like Sonny. Where was he? In San Francisco. Any particulars? That was all. Jack thought it rather vague, but conceded to himself that he had not the other ' s feelings in the matter. It was not for him to know, till experi- ence taught it, the cruel, torturing pang of a father ' s longing for a lost boy, stoically though it is borne. He thought how joyfully Henry would welcome this old fellow who seemed very intelligent, despite his rough clothes and Gaelic manner. It is no slight responsibility to have the care of an old man who knew not whither he was going, but who was quite sure he was on the right road. Jack learned, to his surprise, that de- spite an overpowering grief, his new friend was quite mechanically inclined, and in odd moments communicated many dreams, airy and fanciful to be sure, but nevertheless practical- dreams too, that since that day Jack has seen realized by the uncanny geni- us of his friend Henry. The train had just been ferried across the Mississippi, west of New Or- leans, and they were speeding west- ward on the second half of their jour ney. Do you think, Dad, that I would ever be able to build a bridge across the river at this point, Now, now, my lad, if I knew ye less, or if I hadn ' t already seen pretty well into ye, I ' d figure that to be a hint for a compliment; but that begone lad. Looking for real merit, I say that the bridge hasn ' t been built yet that will puzzle ye when ye hit yer stride; and 386 THE REDWOOD water is running to waste everywhere, lad, a deal of which will one day be held behind rock walls placed there by none other than yerself. Thanks, Dad, but wait till you see Henry, and I lose if you don ' t say with me, ' He ' ll do it, by George, he ' ll do it. ' Do what, lad, Cross the Pacific. But ain ' t that been done? Not in the air, Dad, not in the air, but leave it to Henry and it will be done. Do you know, Jack! — the inevit- able turn in the conversation — my Sonny always dreamed, as a wee-gos- soon, of just such things as air-ships, and engines, and that sort of thing, and was always for stopping up the creek to make a row of little wheels turn round and round. Jack fostered the question a while, but switched slowly to the other. Henry is no mean mechanic, Dad, and I know you ' ll like him, everyone does. No doubt, lad, no doubt, the old fellow answered abstractedly; and after a space, the talk wandered through many twists and turns, as con- versations do, ' till finally the old fel- low slapped his knee, and, squaring around, he asked: Jack, lad, did I ever tell ye why I haven ' t seen Sonny in nearly twenty- five years? No. Fact of the whole thing is, they wouldn ' t let me. What do I mean by that? Eight years of hard labor and fifteen years bustling with nature, nip and tuck with starvation; then fill the whole with an overpowering longing for my boy and a terrible sorrow for his dear mother, and you have the en- tire existence for the last twenty- three years in a nutshell. Old Rattle-bones, as he was called, the soft-soaped agent for Chesterfield, the landlord, had ordered my cattle off the common range ' till I paid up the rent for the year that was just begin- ning. A week after he sent this order, up he trots, and seeing my cows still there, opens the gap and drives them out. It would not be so bad, even then, if he hadn ' t turned around and scat- tered them as far away as possile. I located a few of them that night, for they had come toward home anyhow. At all events it was not till four days later that I finally came on the two remaining cows, beauties, lad, beauties, and both stuck down to their bellies in a bog-hole, all life gone in one case and nearly so in the other. R.-B. was talking pretty loud in the public one night, a day or so later, when in I strolls. Naturally I wasn ' t there for my health, and not being one to prolong a thing, I grabbed him by the bone he calls a neck, and, drag- ging him outside I made him eat the dirt. Along about one o ' clock I was jerked out of bed by a brace of smart- looking bobbies and aprehended, they THE REDWOOD 387 said, in the King ' s name. The long, of it was eight years, but the short of it, I ' ll never know. From what I could understand, he had me sent up for at- tempted murder, beside other little in- cidentals like stealing his purse and one thing or another. So I was labeled a ' Highway Robber ' . English justice, lad, English justice. Jack was all ears now, and did not interrupt. The old place was in rack and ruin when I came back, for no one would rent it; but I had to keep from starv- ing while I worried and fretted about my wife and boy. I had long since lost my spirit, lad, and it was with a dogged air that I snooped around for infor- mation. I was told that Mary had died, but where and how, I was not to know. Sonny too, had stowed away foreign. To where? Australia ? — perhaps. America? — may be. So it was, nothing gained, and for fifteen years I have squeezed out of the earth a meagre living with some slowly acquir- ed savings, the which I have spent be- tween here and Mayo. Here the poor old fellow began to lose his control, and in a cracking voice he continued: I have thought many, many times of the poor woman among the saints, and of the lad who had forgotten me, and had left me to the rats in that British prison hole. However, the old longing would swell up inside me and all else would be forgotten, for after eight years of prison, such a one as I was in, there is but little left to a man besides the heart he brought in with him. His name he forgets, his home seldom remains, and his spirit, faith, lad, and his spirit is dead almost before the doors are closed on him. God knows and I know, lad, that I didn ' t deserve such, and although I ' ve stood many a blow for my action, I still have a clean conscience, and would readily join my wife in Heaven, but it seems there ' s work for me yet to do. Words do not always console, but a true feeling does, and Jack, respond- ing inwardly, squeezed the old man ' s hand and smoothed out the green-fad- ed coat over the once broad, but now pointed and stooped shoulders. Four hours in Los Angeles and once again they bounced along toward the goal at the Golden Gate. Nine-thirty the next morning they pulled in, bag and baggage, at the old S. P. depot on Third street. Autos were not as plen- tiful then, as now, but Henry was not an Engineer for nothing, and his ma- chine easily carried Jack and his pro- tege. The old man did like Henry and they were soon good friends. In Hen- ry ' s little bungalow, Dad was made to feel at home and a little of the long- ing passed from out his eyes and he began to realize that a change was coming into his life. The return of Jack, his only real friend, set Henry all aglow, but old Dad seemed to fill a vacant place, 388 THE REDWOOD and nobody on seeing them together could realize that they had but met that day. During the afternoon, while Jack was tearing around making arrange- ments that Henry had over-looked, for a good little time at home, the two new friends were linked arm in arm, examining odd little models that Hen- ry was forever tinkering with. After which they went over pictures, and maps of San Francisco, which showed the terrible change which had been made by the unforeseen calamity of the year before. All this prolonged the material sur- prise that Jack was quivering to let out. Now, Henry, if you have a package from Jack, please stop your teasing and let me have it. You know it will only be a few days before Jack is home and it may be something he wants me to set about doing right away. Yes, mother, only a few days, but I think I have something here that will nettle your curiosity, and he exhibit- ed a square black satchel, slightly col- ored with mud. There was a little note shoved under one strap. Not to be opened till the owner claims it. It was signed by Jack. Now, did you ever? That is exact- ly like a bag I carried a score or so of years ago, and which I have stored among my treasures in the attic. This is a treasure. And, who, Henry, do you think the owner is? One moment, mother, I ' ll call Jack, maybe he knows. Jack — Jack — Is Jack here? Henry you are a dear, a treasure indeed, one treasure is not enough, but you have to bring me more. With his head through the curtains, he beckoned Jack, who was throbbing with excitement, and who now bounded in and almost picked his neat old moth- er up and carried her around the room in his eagerness. Many questions passed back and forth after the first surprise, and it was a little while before the other sub- ject struck the imagination of the moth- er and son, at the instigation of a mu- tual friend, who edged the bag nearer and nearer to Jack ' s mother. Jack, dear, what did you mean by that sign? and she pointed toward the bag. Why, mother, that was merely a stop-gap and was meant to convey an inquisitive idea, besides being, in an odd way, a reminder of old times. A moment or so passed and it was again moved nearer and suddenly mother realized that now Jack could open it for her. But no, mother, I had better let the owner himself decide, whether it be opened in public or not. Jack walked out into the hall and into the front room, and put his arm around the old man ' s shoulders, who seemed in a queer state of excitement. Opening the curtains, Jack felt the shoulders beneath his arm quiver and THE REDWOOD 389 straighten out, and the world seemed to stop for a moment, as in a single bound the once weak old man reached the floor on his knees before the kind old woman in the chair, and said in an excited way: Lord, Lord, it must be Mary, tell me quick, kind spirit, whether you be Mary or one be-known to me? Why Paddy, dear, of course it ' s Mary, and that is the first time I ' ve heard such a voice pronouncing it for nigh on twenty-five year. How on earth did you come to me Paddy? You, who they all swore, had died of some terrible fever, and to whom I was con- tinually praying to watch over our boy while he was away from me. I felt it in my bones, Mary, when I had the hint to go to San Francisco, that my journey would come to a good end, so I used up every cent in getting here, and it did turn out good, didn ' t it? Jack called his new friend Dad now for sure and no one could have been as proud as he was to have thus found such a sterling character to be his own father. It is needless to say that the old man ' s cup was now filled to the brim. Aifrtt-rljatmt! ALL the boys are out for military drill, We ' re all officers, and trie privates here are nil; But our chief will so contrive it We can, eacK one, rent a private And nave, each one, an army at his will. When the time is called you ' ll find us in the fray And the papers start a battle every day. If reporters had to fight There ' d be a lack of war all right, So still we drill the grilling time away. Fall In commands the boss,— we look around, A place in which to fall there can ' t be foun d, So we stand in desperation ' Till the ruler of our nation Lifts Old Glory— then our call to duty sounds. E. L. NICHOLSON ®bi Age nf tlj? (StaniB (Read at the Banquet of the Philalethic Senate) By Chas. D. South. I. Since Father Sullivan, forsooth, decreed that I should sing About ' ' The Age of Giants, ' ' Age of Giants is the thing ! The Age of Giants flourished, I opine, in very truth, — And flourishes forever, — in the fairyland of Youth ! For care-encurabered Forty dwarfish feels and shorn of pride Compared with darling Twenty, in the dream-glass magnified. And Stephen White, I venture, ere he led the people ' s fight Within the Nation ' s Senate, potent power for the Right, Felt just as much a giant when he spouted college lore In old forensic battles on a Santa Clara floor. So numerous the giants are, I could not name them all, And crude it were to flatter all these giants in the hall. From giants, then, to Time-diminished lads I turn a space — To lads who once were giants in the storied Senate place. II. Come, doff your masks of frosty age, ye boys with heads of white ! Come, limber up, and help me play the conjuror tonight ! Aye, rally as in yesteryears our forum scenes among, And greet the living spirit of the deathless Father Young. In spite of Time ' s decree that spells the mortal fabric ' s fate, His spirit lives in yonder halls to Learning dedicate. A wave of Memory ' s magic wand, and lo ! behold him theru In state against the crimson folds that drape the Senate chair. 390 THE REDWOOD 391 A giant frame, a giant head, a giant mind has he ; — Yet never gentler, sweeter soul shall Santa Clara see. Still smiles the old familiar face, with kindly eyes alight. The gavel rings ! The Senate sits ! The Founder speaks tonight : III. The object of the Senate, I beg leave to state again, Is not to make you orators so much as make you MEN, — Aye, men of truth, who think aright and then, in modes refined, By voice and action well express the process of the mind. Mere knowledge, without character, is Education ' s shame; Whilst character, with knowledge armed, is Learning ' s noblest aim! And let there be no Senator who fails in Duty ' s test ' ' Should ever foe assail that flag of all the flags the best, — The flag which at the masthead of the foodship proudly flies, The flag whose stars are stars of hope where helpless Belgium lies ; The flag whose stripes are beacon-flames through war ' s ensanguined night; The flag which bears the legend Peace in letters golden-bright; The flag which stands for Honor, and which never bore a stain; The flag a hundred millions swear unsullied to maintain; ' ' God grant that flag, by Virtue borne, in holy peace shall fly Till glory of Eternal Dawn melts earth and sea and sky! Some Where in the War Zone John Muldoon, Jr. HE big plane was gliding along with the ease of a bird; the booming of the surf on the rocky coast a thousand feet below sounded up through the mist, when suddenly the engine crackled, sputter- ed and died. She lingered feebly for a second, and then as the pilot adjusted the planes, the machine shot landward in a long volplane, and struck the earth like a wounded duck. Neither the pilot nor the observer were injured. Coming inland they sighted a small hut. Knowing that they would have to spend the night in a district which they presumably thought was No Man ' s Land, they decided to ask the owner for shelter. A few minutes later they reached the dwelling, and were greeted by a wo- man whose vacant stare gave indication that she was bereft of her reason. After explaining the mishap that befell his machine the young lieutenant request- ed hospitality for himself and his com- panion. The only reply he obtained was, You can ' t stay here tonight. Finally, despite her protests, they entered, and suspecting German spies, began a thorough search of the house. Until the bedroom was reached the search was fruitless; but in one corner of the room completely veiled by cur- tains, was a great four-posted bed. Advancing cautiously, followed close- ly by the woman who made no sound, but stared dumbly at them, they drew the curtains and stood petrified. There, in the summer of life, lay a young girl. Beautiful she must have been, but her head was now all but sev- ered from her body, and the bed streak- ed fantastically with black-caked blood. They were about to turn away and leave the house, that unhallowed spot, when the young lieutenant ' s eye fell on a piece of paper lying near her. Pick- ing it up it proved to be an explana- tion of her horrible murder. She had been suspected of being a German spy, and her movements had been watched by a troop of King George ' s Indian soldiers. One night the girl had stolen out to meet her lover secretly. She had be en seen by one of the guards, suspected of having intercourse with the enemy, tracked to her home, and in the pres- ence of her now demented mother mur- dered in cold blood for a crime of which she had been innocent. The Frenchmen turned away with a strange sensation within their breasts to seek shelter elsewhere. 392 The Gibraltar of San Francisco Bay ITHIN San Francisco Bay just where it opens out into the Golden Gate Straits, where the tides twice a day as they rush in and out that narrow opening, swirl and wash, is Alcatraz Island. Com- paratively small, covering an area of but twelve or fourteen acres, it rises sheer out of the eddying waters like a sentinel of the great city near at hand. Rocklike is its forma- tion, and rocklike is its strength ; hence it has merited the name of a second Gibraltar. Early in the sixties the United States recognizing the import- ance of strengthening its defences of the western coast, chose Alcatraz as a fort, because no vessel can enter the hundred miles or so of bay territory, covered by San Francisco, Suisun and San Pablo Bays without sailing through the narrow Golden Gate Straits and passing within a few hundred yards of Alcatraz Island. But as time went on, and as more modern and less conspicuous forts, forts invisible to the enemy, were con- structed on the hillsides that border both on the San Francisco and Marin County shores of the Straits, the neces- sity of using Alcatraz as a fort dimin- 393 ished. But nevertheless its isolated po- sition, its unapproachableness even by ship except at one spot must have ap- pealed to the Government authorities; and from a fort, Alcatraz was trans- formed into a Military Prison. Many were the tales we heard in our youth of the prisoners harbored there, of the attempts to escape by raft or by swimming, of how the strong cur- rent carried the rafts out through the Straits into the wide ocean beyond, whence they were glad to be picked up and remanded to their Island Prison. But just how much truth there is to be put in these stories I never learned, nor does it concern us now. But it is to our purpose that I re- member as a little chap being on a Government launch that stopped at the Island. And by way of parenthesis let me add that none but Government boats may stop ; all others in passing Alcatraz must keep at a distance of two hundred yards. But on that occa- sion I saw the prisoners closely guard- ed by regular troops, and marshalled along from the barracks to work in the time-honored chain gang, each man with his hands on the shoulders of the one preceeding him. Truly an exist- ence anything but poetic. 394 THE REDWOOD But now things have changed. Alca- traz Island is still the spot where the military prisoners of the Western States, Alaska, the Philippines and Hawaii are sent; but it is no longer styled the Army Prison, but the Unit- ed States Disciplinary Barracks. And the change in name is but indicative of the interior and more substantial change of regime. The offences for which the men are sent up are not penal offences, but purely military misdemeanors, such as desertion, drunkenness on duty, etc. The term of imprisonment usually lasts from one to three years. It was formerly said, and is still said, in regard to prisons in general, that the men in leaving are often worse than when they entered. With regard to Alcatraz, under its present efficient regime, I would venture my opinion that the contrary holds good. The officer in charge is Major Charles Howland, U. S. A. ; and for two years has he been at the head of affairs at Alcatraz. And we can well say that during that short space of time he has practically revolutionized the former existing order of things. The old chain-gang system has gone — let us hope forever, — and in its place a system has been inaugurated that tends to make men out of those unfortunates, a system that so forms and moulds those, who to a great many seem to be but the off-scourings of society, to the end that when they are released they will become useful citizens of our country. The writer had the pleasure some weeks ago of being granted the privi- lege of visiting the Island. And on landing almost the first thing that met his eyes was the sight of four companies of armed prisoners drilling at Guard Mount. Drilling by the prisoners is an innovation at Alcatraz; the parade grounds have but been recently com- pleted, having been hewn from hard rock. The anomaly was the more re- markable from the fact that ordinarily a prisoner is marshalled at the point of a musket, and is never allowed to lay his finger to a gun, much less to carry one about with him almost as a play thing. But here the altogether unusual sight met one ' s eyes of four companies of prisoners, in the ordinary uniform of United States soldiers, distinguish- able only by a red band on the arm, armed you might say to the teeth. With rifle and bayonet they might have turned upon their officer , they might have overcome the company or two of enlisted troops there stationed, they might have made themselves masters of the Island. But no. A higher force controls them, a moral force holds them in check — they readily under- stand what has been done for them in the past two years, what reforms to ameliorate their condition have been put through by Major Howland. And realizing this they know that any out- break on their part would in the long run but prove fruitless, nay even dis- THE REDWOOD 395 astrous; they would once more be re- duced to what they were two years ago. The outside world little knows of what is going on at Alcatraz. I doubt if a hundred or two of people in San Francisco, but a stone ' s throw away, have any idea of the efforts put forth to make men of the prisoners of the Army of the United States. That thought of making men of the prisoners, of so aiding them that after their release, whether they enter civil life or reenlist in the Army, is the guiding principle of the regime of Ma- jor Howland. The summit of the Island is crowned as by a citadel by the Prisoners ' Bar- racks, a majestic and mighty concrete building, which contains the living quarters for a possible six hundred prisoners. It is an immense structure. Everyone who has crossed San Fran- cisco Bay knows it. And in it are the individual cells for six hundred men, the mess room, the kitchen, (about which presently,) the bakery, store- rooms, printing and book-binding shops, showers, barber shop, clothes room, library, assembly room and of- fices. The other buildings on the Island co mprise the Barracks for the regular enlisted troops, who act as guards, of- ficers ' quarters, power plant, light- house station, store houses, tailor shop, etc. With these we are not specially interested, but a word or two about the tailor shop will not be out of place. In the tailor shop are made the clothes of those whose term is up and who are to return to civil life. When a prisoner is to be discharged his meas- ure is taken, and a suit of clothes is cut and made to his order; the choice of style depending upon himself. We have seen the completed suits and they are excellent. The shop is modern in every regard, equipped with all the most up-to-date appliances of cutting and button-hole making. The trade of tailoring is thus taught many of the prisoners, who, on leaving, are first class tailors. And for them every ef- fort is put forth by the authorities to secure positions should they return to civil life. In fact this method is followed in all the trades taught, whether one learn the art of cooking, baking, carpentry, printing, book-binding, etc. The tele- phone directories of the principal ci- ties of the country are kept on file. A man, say, is about to be discharged; he works in the tailor shop; he hails from Dubuque, Iowa; he wants to re- turn there. The telephone directory of Dubuque, Iowa, is taken down; the list of tailors looked up ; a letter is written to one of them, telling of the prisoner about to be released, his accomplish- ments, his record while at Alcatraz; and a position is asked for him. This interest on the part of the officers in charge is an added incentive to make the men apply themselves assiduously to their trades, and to conduct them- 396 THE REDWOOD selves with propriety during the term of their confinement. At the outer entrance to the Prison- ers ' Barracks in letters of gold across the whole building are the words from the poet Hope Springs Eternal in the Human Breast. A fit line to meet the eye of those, who considered by many outcasts from society; conscious maybe of having spent a life for the most part unprincipled, aimless, ambitionless ; imagining perhaps that henceforth they are to be trodden under, to be given no chance to redeem themselves, on the verge even of despair — these lines, meeting their eyes at the very entrance to their new quarters, point out the pol- icy of the regime at Alcatraz — a policy of humanity, a policy whose aim is ever to better the condition of those unfor- tunates. One man occupies a cell, of which we have said there are six hundred, al- though at present but four hundred prisoners. In each cell there all the conveniences of a modern hotel, except the bath, though of course on a scale not quite so elaborate. For each cell has running water, a toilet, bed and shelf of books and toilet articles. To be sure no plush carpet adorns the floor, which is of concrete, sanitary but cold to step out of bed onto in the early winter mornings. But even this inconvenience is being remedied in a way that bespeaks the marked effici- ency at Alcatraz ; for rugs are now be- ing made for the cells. But about this, later. The cells are locked at night. But it is Major Howland ' s hope event- ually to do away with that custom. At present the time is not ripe for such a radical change; but in time it will probably come. The blocks of cells lead into the mess hall ; a cheery and lightsome room, and, at the time of the writer ' s visit, adorn- ed with Christmas garlands. The ta- bles are not covered with cloths ; neith- er do they glitter with silver and spar- kle with cut glass; but they are clean, and so are the floors — immaculately clean. Both floors and tables are scrubbed until they literally shine. In the kitchen, where dinner was be- ing prepared, steam is used entirely for cooking. Here again cleanliness is the watchword; in fact cleanliness both in one ' s person and in one ' s office at Al- catraz has been raised to the dignity of a ninth Beatitude and an eleventh Commandment. Not a scrap was to be seen around the kitchen. In fact had not Sergeant Henry Johnson, the Mess Sergeant, opened each separate steam boiler, where the soup, the roast, the gravey, the potatoes, the vegetable, the pudding were cooking, one would never have imagined that dinner was in the preparation. Except on a side board were to be seen the pies for dinner and the coffee cake for supper; they had just been taken hot from the bakery oven. Menus are prepared in advance each day for all three meals ; at each of which some form of meat or fish is served. One is more than surprised, — THE REDWOOD 397 I was astounded, — at the excellency, variety and abundance of the fare, which is easily on a par with that serv- ed at all but the best hotels, and im- measurably superior to that served at the table of the ordinary working man. And one ' s wonder increases when he is told that the Government allows but 27 cents a day, nine cents a meal, for the rations of each man. To be sure when one realizes that there is no sal- ary to be paid cooks, bakers and help- ers, as they, except the sergeants in charge, are all prisoners, his wonder somewhat abates ; but by no means en- tirely. And when he is informed, that the Government, buying as it does in such remarkably large quantities, gets the very lowest of prices, his wonder will still be on the decrease, although with a goodly amount of it left. But when he is told by Major Howland that efficiency, absolute honesty and elim- ination of waste are the secret, — the elimination of waste going so far as the accounting for a rather large piece of bread found in the waste bucket, and the punishing of the wasteful individ- ual, — one ' s eyes are opened to see why the prisoners are fed so well on such a comparatively small allowance. It is the absence of waste. The first thing the Major inspects on his rounds is the swill-bucket. And Sergeant John- son, who is in charge, is an expert in directing of large kitchens, in knowing exactly for instance how many potatoes to cook for 399 men, in offering varie- ty in his menus, in keeping his kitchen as clean as a parlor, in calculating how much he will have to save around Christmas time from that 27 cents al- lowed every day, in order to put over a Christmas and New Year ' s dinner that would do honor to Santa Claus himself. In no Army Barracks in the country, I was told, with the same allowance is the table as good as at Alcatraz. Just let me quote an example or two of the efficiency and saving that goes on at the Island. In the large bakery oven, where 700 loaves of bread can be baked at one time, coke was formerly used as fuel; and it cost exactly 21 cents every time 700 loaves of bread were baked. Economical enough, you will say. But Major Howland on his arrival at Alcatraz two years ago, no- ticed that the tide eddying and swirl- ing around the island, cast many logs and drift wood on the shores. This wood he ordered to be hauled to the bakery and cut. Now the fuel to bake 700 loaves of bread costs nothing. Again, instead of burning the old clothes that have passed the mending stage, as so many people do, Major Howland has them cut into strips, and by means of a loom, recently acquired, rugs are woven for the cells of the prisoners. And there was efficiency manifested in the way the loom was acquired. Instead of throwing the swill into the Bay, it is transported by be t to San Francisco and sold. The pro- ceeds thereof purchased the loom. These examples will give one an idea 398 THE REDWOOD of the methods of efficiency taught and practiced at Alcatraz. In the constantly growing library are some 5000 volumes, of which about 2000 are put into circulation each month. Four hundred men reading 2000 books a month, besides the maga- zines, gives a very fair percentage in- deed. And yet the men are not idle. From a quarter past five in the morn- ing until nine at night they are con- stantly occupied: either doing manual work, or at a trade, at study, at class, reading. Idleness has been as effect- ually banished from Alcatraz as have the snakes been driven from Ireland. The Assembly Hall, which is also the Chapel, where ministers and priests hold their respective services, is fitted up with a motion picture machine ; and occasionally entertainments, enlivened by the excellent band made up of pris- oners, are had. This brief sketch may possibly give some idea of the good that is going on, and of the reforms that have instituted, as well as of the efforts that have been put forth in the Disciplinary Barracks at Alcatraz to make of those prisoners detained there men of character and ambition, who either after having served their term, will return to the Army, new men, or will take their place among their fellow citizens in civil life, able to hold their heads up with the rest of men. And of this very much is due to Major Charles How- land, U. S. A., whose efforts have been to make as strong as adamant the characters of those who are detained in the Gibraltar of San Francisco Bay. fltfttltgfft T LOOKED, and o the moon, X Rose glorious to Ker starry KeigKt, And shone her silvery beams as if the noon Held sway instead of night. And thought me as I gazed, And marvelled at the beauteous sight, How from the sun that elsewhere blazed, Was mirrored all that light. And thence my fancy soared, To Mary seated on her Throne How the effulgence of her Son and Lord, Is mirrored in her own. FRANCIS ROONEY. 399 All ' s Fair in War Raymond C. Murphy. HE first light of morning HP was just breaking as Captain Cook and his two companions prepar- ed for their ascent. An officer of the Union Ar my was Cook, who, together with two pri- vates, Jackson and Taylor, had en- listed in the Southern Army, thus act- ing as spies for the North. On the staff of General Johnston had he held the position of Military observer ; and with the aid of his huge captive balloon, an engine of his own design and construc- tion, he performed some service for the Confederates, and thus became the pos- sessor of no small amount of informa- tion valuable to his own side. The time had now come when he must escape from the enemies ' service and return to the aid of his commander. His means of escape were perfectly ob- vious and simple. The Union Army lay not more than fifty miles west of his position and a strong easterly wind would carry him safely over the danger zone in an hour or two. He would thus save his balloon likewise, which next to his life Cook valued more than any- thing else. There was but one difficulty he had to -meet. The balloon was small for so many occupants, and he did not dare to leave his two assistants behind to the fury of the outwitted Southerners. It was also necessary to carry consid- erable ballast, for during the first half of their trip they would be constantly over the forces of the Southern Army. Just as the three were climbing into the basket a small, dirty and emaciated looking man rushed upon them. For God ' s sake, he cried, don ' t go and leave me, Captain, to rot down here in a Rebel Prison. ' ' Cook looked at him for a moment, then slowly shook his head. I ' m sorry, Dunn, my man, but we can ' t take you. We have too many al- ready, he said. Dunn was dejected. The others pit- ied him. Suddenly a bright idea seized him. He pointed savagely at the bags of sand which hung around the sides of the cage. He was mad in his desire to go. For two years had he suffered the horrors of a Southern Prison. Take me in place of some of that ballast, and if the worst comes, throw me over. I will at least have a fighting chance. Here I have none. Cook looked at the man in stupefac- tion. The dangerousness of the attempt, the anxiety of the moment and the ab- 400 THE REDWOOD 401 surdness of the request staggered his mind. He laughed a mocking, sense- less laugh. All right, he cried fiercely. Get in! And remember we take you at your word. The ropes were cut and the balloon shot up. Right from the start they saw that it would not do. Almost immedi- ately they commenced throwing out sand. Dunn huddled in a corner with a hunted expression on his face as with anxious eye he watched the sacks go one by one. He seemed stupefied and demented. However the balloon began making rapid progress and the tense visages of the men began to clear. The last sack of sand was dropped and the huge bag soared high into the air. They travel- ed steadily at this altitude for ten miles when they commenced to descend again. There was no more ballast. A coil of rope was hanging on the side. That was thrown over. It aided per- ceptably for a few moments ; but again the balloon was settling. There was absolutely no excess weight left except the human cargo. Eagerly they look- ed for signs of the Union Army now as they were rapidly approaching the earth. They were but five hundred feet high when suddenly they looked out over an enemy encampment. Almost at once bullets commenced whirling about them. Cook grasped Dunn by the shoulder. Quick, he cried, jump, before it is too late. Dunn tottered to the edge and looked over. He uttered one cry, recoiled and fell back a shattered wreck. The three as one man seized him and cast him over. The balloon bounded up, and they were safe. ®!j£ Ijarp (From the Spanish) M an angle of tKe parlor By its owner laid away. Stands the Karp all veiled with cobwebs Like an old man sad and gray. Silvery notes of soundless music Linger on each silent string, Waiting for some grand old Master WKo with soul afire shall bring Sounding strains and chords harmonious, Like the ever changing sea, From its long forgotten octaves —Deathless dreams of melody. And I often wonder sadly At each soul that slumbering lies, Waiting for a voice, like Lazarus, That shall say Awake, Arise. J. CHARLES MURPHY 402 Prodotes W. Kevin Casey. CANNOT remember the gradual transition that took place when I drift- ed from light sleep to that state of unreason- ing, vastly comfortable lethargy that immediate- ly precedes the moment of actual wakefulness. I can just re- member the sudden realization that I was awake — wide awake and that something vague — terrible — threaten- ing had come into my presence, and I did not know what it was. It might be what they call subconscious self, that — but I am digressing from my subject. At any rate, I caught myself listening — listening with every jot of concen- tration in me for what — I did not know. I hardly dared to breathe. I felt a cold perspiration breaking out all over me. Then from the fire- escape, just outside the window, sound- ed a gutteral gibbering in which a strange tense word was repeated over and over with a subdued fierceness that nearly froze my blood. Something within me bade me lie still. I didn ' t breathe. ' Prodotes ' , came the savage utter- ance. And then a hulk silhouetted against the midnight cloud-flecked sky, crouch- ing — half-framed in the open window began to resolve itself into something of human outlines. I sprang from my bed and snap- ped on the light. Then I froze to my tracks, as I caught myself looking down the barrel of something on which the light sported queerly, something cold and blue and sinister — the monitor of certain death. The blood surged to my head in a blending, scorching torrent. I felt helpless, impotent for the moment, but then the red mist swept suddenly from my eyes and I was once more a normal, rational being. I was perfectly cool; more cool than I had imagined. More than that; my mind seemed to become aloof — to resolve itself into a separate entity — to look down with a half-smile of amusement and a half -frown of curi- osity at the two humans playing their parts in the ghostly grim tragedy be- low. It seemed to weigh the circum- stances with a sort of mock gravity and to match the powers of the uncouth one against those of the trimly built man, i. e. myself, facing him. It no- ticed that the gun was a sawed-off shotgun and that it ' s chaperon had not relaxed his original crouching and menacing position. I took note that he was short and 403 404 THE REDWOOD immensely broad — a sort of giant — a monkeyish apparition. His clothes were much too large for him, and were not of the fall cut. When I looked at his face it shock- ed me out of my erstwhile uncommon conjectures. It was half hidden be- neath a dilapidated slouch hat, and such a face — God! — may I never see one like it again. I cannot describe it to you — words fail. But I will try to form some like- ness of what it was ; you may then gather your own impressions. Imagine, then, a great scar, half- hidden by a stubble beard, disfiguring the face — or rather that which was once a face— as if a slash with a sword had just nicked between the eye-brows — great bushy things — and had come down parting the nose. It zigzagged over or rather through the upper lip and then down right through the chin. A giant bandana concealed its further course. The skin, when the awful wound had healed, had come together in a red twisting cord of terribly revolting as- pect. I concluded that he had been dis- figured in the Great War, and that he was probably a low type of Greek. I had remained perfectly still — so had he. Evidently he had expected me to protest in indignation at his startling, and I must say, rather informal mode of trespassing. He seemed nonplussed for the mo- ment by my unexpected silence. A sheepish grin that had a hint of agony in it, but strangely sickly for such a massive man as he, spread itself in half apology over his terribly distorted mouth. Something in his look, his grin, his manner, puzzled me. A faint half-formal awful suspicion began to dawn within me. Then he spoke, and I saw that his tongue was cloven. ' ' ' Awful t ' irsty ! ' he mumbled with a strange hardness of pronunciation that was the result of the cleft tongue. As he spoke he touched the black- ened parted thing and winced as if a dagger of pain from his terrible thirst had struck him. Before I could make reply, he con- tinued — ' Got t ' ' ave blud — blud ' s only t ' ing. Got to drink y ' blud — got to kill yo ' . ' I was astounded — horrified; almost too stupefied to think. Again I saw red, and a dull insistant pounding agonized my ears. ' ' I thought that perhaps my first sus- picions might have been false, but a look at his eyes — vacant and vapid blue — only served to confirm my im- pression of the moment before. ' ' The man was insane ! And then again I mastered my fear. Was I asleep? The very process of asking myself that question argued I was not. Was I insane? Again my reason THE REDWOOD 405 told me I was not. And I had not been drinking heavily — He broke my wild, discordant cogi- tation with a ' say something before die! ' ' Why — what — well, what are you doing here? ' I parried, if only to gain time. He put his hand to his cloven tongue — ' Burns, ' he muttered in an absent, complaining way, ' it burns — hot lik ' hell. ' He wished to cool his burning tongue in my blood. At any other time the humor of the situation might have struck me, but now it was too grim— too throbbingly real. Instead of laugh- ing, therefore, I pointed to the twisting cord of red that parted his features — ' That, ' I said, ' how did that hap- pen? ' As I spoke I edged nearer to him, hoping to make a dash at the gun and chance my fate. But I found myself looking down the ugly unblinking barrel with a creepiness that caused me to change my mind. And then awful Doubt assailed me. Was I after all to be the victim of a madman ' s terrible whim? With my life just at its prime — and my hopes at their brightest — and my foot already on a comfortable rung on the ladder of fame — was I to be suddenly whisked beyond in such a horribly tragic man- ner? Like some sort of a stifled knell his voice boomed out of the silence — ' In ten minutes, ' and he made a sort of ' glick ' with his cloven tongue, and drew his hand across his throat with a deft unhesitating gesture. What was I to do ! Reason with him? Reason with a madman? The very thought was absurd. Cry out for help ? Small consolation it would be to have the neighbors come scurrying in, only to recoil in horror at the sight of my grewsome corpse. Without I could hear the leaves of the age-old poplar plash with a silvery rustling tinkle. And then, strange enough, the ac- tions of my past life came sweeping be- fore me in distinct, orderly array. I felt strangely unfit to die. God! for another chance ! My efforts in the Be- fore had been to make myself talked of — wondered at — exalted. In the Now — well, things seemed somehow differ- ent. And life in its fullness was strange- ly hard to leave. ' The time goes. ' With the leering mouth that except for the distorting cord had settled into a straight, thin vicious line, belieing the vacant eye, the Apparition broke the silence. Were there only two minutes left before I was to be hurled across the Divide? I couldn ' t realize it. It must be all some fantastic, horri- ble nightmare — some weird delusion of the mind. If it only were ! Should anyone have told me a 406 THE REDWOOD week, or even only a day before, of an incident such as this, I would have laughed, and half-cynically informed him that such things might have hap- pened in the days of the Rue Morgue ; — but now, with our wonderful system of civil protection — impossible. But the impossible had happened! Another example of the old, old para- dox and another proof of the old saw which claims truth to be sometimes stranger than fiction. I determined to expostulate with him. ' Surely you ' re not going to kill — to murder me in this cold-blooded fash- ion. What did I do to you? ' ' Ninety ticks ' , was my grim en- couragement. I had once heard that if one shows his mastery over a feebler mind, that mind will cringe before him. So I de- termined to test its truth; and what difference was death sooner or later by sixty ticks of that clock, indomitably ticking, ticking, ticking away as re- lentless as fate itself? ' See, ' I said, and my voice, though low, had a suppressed force in it that surprised even myself, ' see, my hand is steady, steadier than yours. Do you think I ' m afraid of you? ' I stretched my hand out for him to witness the truth. ' Got to haf blud — ' t ' s ' ell. ' ' ' Nevertheless, he half -unwitingly stepped forward a pace to look at my outstretched hand. For the first time he appeared vaguely uneasy. I meas- ured his strength against mine. I was, if I do say it, hard as nails and not un- skillful in using my fists. I had, ac- cording to the vernacular of the ring, ' the height and reach on him. ' I determined to try conclusions. Outside, a bird of the night in the poplar, complained to the half-hidden moon with a dismal ' Too-hoot ' ! He of the cleft face started and as he muttered ' Time ' s gone, ' I struck the gun up and g rappled with him. I knew immediately that I had un- derestimated his strength. It was posi- tively superhuman. His hands closed around my throat with a grip that was inexorable. I tried to throw him — might as well have tried to throw the Sphinx. And he was the Sphinx in more respects than one. Back of those vacant eyes lay perhaps some tragedy as awful as the Watcher of the Desert is said to have witnessed. His strength was terrible. He toss- ed me from side to side, still gripping my throat as I had once seen a collie pup worry a rag doll. Strange, beautiful colors began to dance before my eyes in wonderful, fantastic designs. I had even ceased to gasp, and the events taking place were rapidly losing their interest, when he relaxed his hold for an instant. Without knowing why I did it, for I had journeyed beyond the pale of reasoning, I gasped out the word I had heard him utter before he came through the window. He looked at me a second with a THE REDWOOD 407 wildly bewildered stare and then start- ed back, as if he had been struck. Then, with his hands outspread in a gesture of awful fear, he uttered a scream such as I never in my wildest fancies had imagined could come from a human throat. And I know such cries are heard in Hell. I never heard a cry like it before. God forbid that I ever hear one like it again ! As he uttered that screech, he stag- gered for a moment and then dashed, or rather slid with that lithe snakelike movement so characteristic of him, across the room and out through the window. And then my head grew gloriously light and soared out, out into the fur- thest infinities — The next day I informed the police of the matter, but they were inclined to pooh ! pooh ! the whole affair ; and so it was quietly hushed. I have never heard of or seen the man since, but I suppose he made away with himself in some manner or other — the bay, most likely. ' ' Felix D ' Arcy had finished his story. And his little audience of three, who had hung upon every word with breathless interest, went sort of limp in their huge chairs with the violence of the relaxation. And the word, — the magic word— what did you say it was? inquired Rolls, a dapper little scientist, as he nervously drew a handkerchief across bis forehead, and gazed apprehensively around the massive clubroom with its dominant note of solid comfort. He sighed relievedly. It sounded to me like ' prodotes. ' Aye, the little man leaned for- ward. That is PRODOTES, the Greek for traitor. You know among criminal classes, the crime supreme is to be a Judas. Well, I have heard of a Greek society corresponding to the Mafia of Italy, who disfigure their Judases in that manner. No one broke the silence. And if they would have acknowledged it to them- selves, there was not one of the three who did not feel just a little uncom- fortable upon leaving the bright pro- tecting precincts of the club on that particular night. spring fHE whispering flutter of tke leaves, Trie witching love-sigks of the breeze, The brightness lighting earth and air, The thrill of beauty everywhere, Awake in heart however lone A feeling kindred to their own. ' Tis blossoms ' reign. And what can be More lovely than the Virgin tree In bridal vesture pure as snow, That even garbs the earth below ? So fair the sight, one almost seems Transported to the realm of dreams. Methinks that more than half the dearth Of joyousness upon the earth, In justice should be laid to this— Too bent on sordid gain we miss God ' s lessons. Who would higher soar Commune with beauteous nature more. WILLIAM MULDOON 408 Santa Clara ' s Part The Editor. HE staid and solid rou- The Adjutant General, U. S. A., tine at Santa Clara has been changed. The old bell in the campus rings not so often as was its wont summoning us to this duty or to that. In its stead is often heard the blare of the bugle. A casual observer would remark, as the fellows pass and repass, bent on their various activities and duties, something of a martial bearing. Heads are erect which formerly hung from a pair of shoulders ; heels, which former- ly were dragged along and scuffled past, hit the ground smartly; in turn- ing, square corners are the vogue. Ma- chines passing along the Highway at certain hours during the day, stop ; street cars creep past, and the passen- gers watch the proceedings which are going on in the outer campus — four companies of unarmed, uniformed stu- dents, drilling. If in general you ask the wherefore, the answer is the War. If you inquire the particular reason, I would ask you to read the following letter of our re- vered President, — a letter, by the way, which we are told made a profound im- pression upon the Army men. Western Department, San Francisco, Cal. Dear Sir: — On behalf of the President and Board of Trustees, I have the honor to offer you the free use of our halls, class rooms, laboratories and grounds for the purpose of training any units of army officers of the Reserve Corps which our limits can accommodate, or for such Government needs as you in your judgment deem advisable. Our regular school year closes May 23, at which time we can place at your disposal our entire facilities during the vacation, closing August 16, and after that we wish to reserve only enough to carry on our classes. I request that I be supplied at your earliest opportunity with a copy of all the orders governing the designation of a college or university as a seat for military instruction under the super- vision of the War Department. The President and Board of Trustees have voted to request its designation as such an institution, depending upon our ca- pacity and the wishes of the War De- partment. We are now giving instruction, that is, military instruction, without 409 410 THE REDWOOD under the supervision of Captain J. L. Donovan, U. S. A., retired. Trusting we can be of some use to the Department, I am Very respeetfuly yours, WALTER F. THORNTON, S. J., President of Santa Clara University. That letter was written April 13. Some days prior to that drilling had commenced. Fortunate we are in hav- ing Colonel Donovan with us. At pres- ent he is not in active service, but has been for some years the Dean of our Engineering Department. Unique, we are told, is the reputation he holds among the Army people of being one of the best drill masters in the co untry. For several years he was engaged as instructor at West Point. At present two hours of drilling are had every day, from 1 :00 P. M. to 2 :00 P. M., and again from 3 :35 to 4 :45 P. M. Thus the time for actual class has not been encroached upon. Four companies have been formed, officered by those of the students who have had previous military training. And in the emergency not a few such were discovered; many of whom had kept their talents hid under the pro- verbial mountain. But really the way these companies have been whipped in- to shape, so that even now they are familiar with, and in some respects re- markably proficient in the ordinary drilling tactics, is the marvel of all those who have watched them. It sim- ply goes to show what one can accom- plish when his heart is in his work. Latin and Greek Professors take no- tice ! The Government, it is rumored, is looking very favorably upon the inno- vation; and is especially pleased at the generosity in the matter of offering equipment, grounds, buildings and ser- vices both on the part of the Faculty and the Student-Body. And the result is that uniforms and guns are shortly to be supplied by the Army, and with a very strong possibil- ity of making Santa Clara an Officers ' Reserve School. And that means be- sides many other things this: that in case of draft Santa Clara men will be allowed to remain at College. Then, if their services are needed they will enter the Army as commissioned offi- cers. As but five short weeks remain of this scholastic year, it is probale that nothing more than drilling will be en- tered into. But five weeks of two hours a day drill will work wonders in these fellows, and it will be a grand begin- ning for next year. And then there is a very strong prob- ability that next semester will see San- ta Clara conducted on the lines of West Point. Everything at present points that way. Endowed with every campus and disciplinary facility for such a procedure, blessed (shall I say?) with the students living right here on the spot, there seems no reason why such a course should not be followed. That will be another course added to Santa Clara, another field of activity THE REDWOOD 411 offered to our graduates even in time of peace — that of the Army. Pro Deo et pro Patria has long been our slogan; much more will it mean to us now. Santa Clara has promised the Government that she will do her best, and she confidently ex- pects that every fellow will cooperate with her efforts. May there be no grumblers or slackers. Diary of a Miser Marshall Ducoing. June 1. — Spent thirteen cents for food. Went out for a walk and got so far away I had to part with five cents for a car ride. Put $3.85 more in my hole in the ground, making a total of $8,513.77. June 2. — Got some more excelsior to sleep on. My expenditures today were sixteen cents. Found a dime on the street and added it to my savings, which now total $8,513.87. June 3. — Spent fourteen cents today for food. Met some old college chums who asked me to dinner at a swell res- taurant. I told them I hadn ' t the money to get some good clothes. They said they ' d let me have one of their suits, and pay for everything. Went to dinner this evening, was introduced to a young lady named Dolly Perkins. Forgot to put any more money in my hole in the ground. June 4. — Not much doing today. Spent twenty cents. I ' m to have din- ner again with Miss Perkins tomor- row. June 5. — Bought a dress suit for $40. Went to dinner with Miss Perkins and tipped the waiter a dollar. June 6. — Bought a good street suit. Met Miss Perkins on the street and she asked if she might come up to my house. I told her I was staying at the Bellevue Hotel, and she could come to- morrow. Then I went and registered at the Bellevue. June 7. — Dolly Perkins came, and I treated her to lunch. Cost, $2.50. June 8. — I discovered I ' m in love with Dolly. June 9. — Nothing doing today. Didn ' t see Dolly. . June 10.— Ditto. June 11. — Took Dolly to dinner. Ac- companied her home. June 12. — Visited Dolly at her own house and popped the question. We ' re to be married Sunday. June 13. — Getting ready for the wed- ding. June 14, 15. — Same as above. June 16. — Bought beautiful house and lot for us after we ' re married. June 17. — Sunday ; married to Dolly. We ' re to spend our honeymoon at Nia- gara. That will empty out all my sav- ings, but this is the life ! Atu MnxiB Stella 77 NE eve as I stood on tke cool sandy slopes, V?j x BeKolding the wild sea ' s commotion ; §) I thought of the future, its fears and its hopes When I ' d sail on life ' s troublesome ocean. The scene was more beautiful far to my eye Then if angels all pure had arrayed it; The cool breeze blew mild and the beautiful sky Looked pure as the Spirit that made it. A low sound arose as I steadily gazed On the beautiful wave ' s playful motion ; While a dim light appeared, and soon it ablazed A star o ' er the mist of the ocean. I sighed as I gazed at the hill ' s gentle slope; All silent the billows commotion ; While I thought that the star was resplendent with hope, The star of life ' s troublesome ocean. That day has sped by,— that scene is afar, Yet when my head rests on its pillow, I try to recall and rekindle that star, But a Virgin appears on the billow. In life ' s closing hour when the anxious soul flies, And death stills the soul ' s last commotion, O ! then may the Virgin of mercy arise, Like a star on eternity ' s ocean. JOSEPH DYER. JR. 412 s ' • : PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA The object of The Redwood is to gather together what is best in the literary work of the students, to record University doings and to knit closely the hearts of the boys of the present and the past EDITORIAL STAFF EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - - - - - - - J. CHARLES MURPHY BUSINESS MANAGER _..-_.. CLARENCE K. CANELO ASSISTANT BUSINESS MANAGER - - WILLIAM MULDOON CIRCULATION MANAGER ------ LOUIS A. BERGNA ASSOCIATE EDITORS REVIEWS EDWARD L. NICHOLSON UNIVERSITY NOTES ------- r. CRAIG HOWARD ALUMNI - - - - - - - - - CHESTER PALMTAG ATHLETICS -------- LOUIS T. MILBURN f M. V. MERLE ALUMNI CORRESPONDENTS - - - - - - A.T. LEONARD I G. A. NICHOLSON EXECUTIVE BOARD EDITOR BUSINESS MANAGER EDITOR OF REVIEWS Address all communications to THE REDWOOD, University of Santa Clara, Santa Clara, California. Terms of subscription, $1.50 a year; single copies 25 cents EDITORIAL Assembly ! Hark! I hear the tramp of thousands, And of armed men the hum. Lo! a nation ' s hosts have gathered Round the quick-alarming drum, Saying, ' Come, Freemen, come! Ere your heritage be wasted, ' said the quick-alarming drum. Santa Clara has undergone a meta- morphosis. The old Mission chimes no longer ring out over fields peaceful and quiet. The campus is a military sta- tion and the shouts of Play Ball , Hit ' er out , Kill the Umpire , have been boiled down, ordered, sys- tematized, and now we hear only the methodical, exacting commands of Right front into line , March , 413 414 THE REDWOOD Company , Halt , and similar sounds, unintelligible to the layman, but to the initiated a source of deep meditation. How nobly Santa Clara responded to the President ' s call for aid is something that needs no comment. It will go down into history that Santa Clara offered her all to the service of the nation, even granting to the Government the right to establish a training station for officers here on the campus during the summer vacation, with the power to use the buildings and equipment as long as necessary, reserving only sufficient room to carry on the classes. The way in which Colonel Donovan organized a battalion in a week from four hundred raw recruits is a trib- ute to his military genius. Under his capable direction there is no doubt but that before the end of the year comes there will not be a fellow in Santa Clara but will have the fundamental principles of close order drilling se- curely tucked under his hat. The Colonel surely deserves more credit than can be expressed in words. He is a man, every inch of him, and a soldier too. Highly respected in Army Circles, he has the esteem of every sin- gle fellow here at college, in class, on the parade grounds, on the campus. So here ' s to Colonel Donovan and to all the fellows who have put the very best they have into the drills. Surcharged with con- flicting emotions we stand, books in hand, at the end of the scholastic year. It is a Finis glad time, but always beneath the rip- pling, joyful current of leave-taking there runs, still and deep, an all too fateful stream of sadness. Some of us are looking at the old School for the last time. There are those admired and envied who, clutch- ing the priceless sheepskin look out upon the Road of Life. There are those among us who see before them a vision of ordered, steel-tipped files, who hear the tramp of armed battalions, who feel within themselves the spirit of the minute-men urging them to immedi- ate action. This is a time of Change. The thews of the nation are tense for the coming struggle. The Army is mobilizing, the Navy is multiplying, the resources of the State are being increased. It is the time of War. And to those fellows, old Santa Clarans all, who have dedi- cated their services to the aid of their country nothing more can be said than that they have done nobly, that they, in short, have proven true to the trust reposed in them as American citizens. But for the most of us it remains to cling to academic life and to gain con- comitantly a knowledge of military ac- tivities in order that we may be fit and ready to answer Here when As- sembly calls. And that is all, except that the staff and the director of The Redwood ex- tend to each and every fellow wishes for a happy and profitable vacation, and thank the fellows, one and all for the generous support accorded The Redwood during the past year. J. Charles Murphy. The duties of Exchange Editor are not always the most pleasing. It strikes me that one is apt to become something of a cinic; for he has his eyes out for the bad as well as for the good he finds in College publications, and perhaps it is open a little more widely for what he can find to blame rather than for what he can praise. Indeed it is al- ways easier to knock rather than to boost ; and when one adds to this all too natural tendency of our poor human nature that of seeking objects to find fault with he is indeed badly off. But now that our work for this year is done with, we promise our Exchanges that we shall spend all our spare moments during our vacation in gathering to- gether a list of lovely sayings that we can apply some to poetry, others to fic- tion, and others yet to essays. With this we feel quite confident that next year will find us of a more congenial nature. The Easter Number of the Dial is before us, and a very creditable book it is too. With a table of contents The Dial that is really formidable, we found that every article was worthy of the Dial, which we have been educated for years to consider as one of the best College Magazines. The verse is really very good, in all there are ten poems, the number that many magazines distrib- ute over three issues. And all ten are good, and run along smoothly. Eas- ter Morn , Asleep , and Out of the Past , all by the same author, show a remarkable sense of numbers and rythm. The essays left us under this impression that none of them developed their subject fully enough. In our poor, humble opinion, it would have been better to have fewer, but let them be more exhaustive. For this reason Peter Abelard , ' West Point , So- cialism ' ' and ' ' Shelley ' ' left us unsatis- fied. They were good, but not enough of them. And too many short essays give one the idea that he is reading the best weekly composition out of each class. Christ ' s Vineyard in Heathen Land gives us Catholics of America much to think about. With yet over two-thirds of the world still in pagan- ism there are but a handful of Ameri- 415 416 THE REDWOOD ians in foreign lands trying to save them. We have been blest by God with the grandest country in the world ; and if it is true that ' ' to whom much is given much is required we may well prepare ourselves for some chastisement from God, unless we get on the job , to use the language of the poet, and develop some vocations for foreign lands. Catholic Colleges, wake up! Of the stories we liked For Good Old Brockworth best; it had a touch at the end we did not expect. Marquette Journal After having read your book through we were struck as much by your tasty arrangement as by your choice of plot and diction. However, al- though you may not agree, a poem be- fore the first story always looks better to us and we ' re always sure of read- ing right from the first if there ' s something good and short there, some- thing that will interest us. The Soul of Dick Munson , and After we Read Poe , are both excel- lent pieces of literature. They are what a story should be, — a type of story that is fading. Nowadays we write a story to bring out the climax. These two sto- ries bring out the climax, it is true, bat in doing so they have developed each sub-head and have left nothing to be guessed at. Waiting at the Church , is equally well treated, and, did we have space, — there are a thousand merits to every story and essay of which we would like to speak our appreciation. The poetry too, is very good, and had The Master Hand , or Storms Will Pass , been placed before the first story, this criticism would have been much shorter and the praise greater. We admire your book — the hand- ling of your departments, and your arrangement — the quality and quantity of your poetry and prose. Xavier Athenaeum From Cincinnati, Ohio, hails the Xavier maga- zine with one more word to its title, for the spelling of which I have to refer each time to my foreign dictionary. But we do not criticize your name, Xavier Athenae- um; it looks like business, and besides a rose by any name would smell every bit as sweet. We have before us the Alumni Num- ber; and apart from the technique of the magazine we have no fault to find, but praise unstinted; but in these days of the high cost of paper and printing we cannot even find fault with that; for College magazines are doing well if they make ends meet. Pretty soon we ' ll be coming from press on butcher- paper. Just as we go to press, Martian and as the printer ' s devil is demanding copy, comes the Martian for April. And I hold the printer ' s man off for a moment with one hand, while with the THE REDWOOD 417 other I write: Congratulations. One of the most dignified of our Exchanges is the Martian. Monasticism in Gaul is exceptionally good, real lit- erature. The Spy too, is very clever. In conclusion let me thank our Ex- changes in the name of the staff of The Redwood for their magazines and also for their notices, as well of censure as of appreciation. I take it that we shall profit more by the former. As our Spring term out here in sun- ny California ends May 20th, this is the last time we appear in print for a few months. Wherefore, as our old Span- ish Cabaleros used to say to their sweethearts, Adios ! E. L. Nicholson. Mniuwaitjj Nnt£5 Our Spirit Militant With the scholastic chronology upset, ath- letics forgotten, but with a spirit characteristic of old Santa Clara, we are off on a military career. A complete change has diffused itself over our modus vivendi, a change strange in newness, and American in spirit. Last Thursday we peaceful inmates of Senior Hall after a weary day of bands and parade marchings lay our tired forms to rest to the soothing ca- resses of Hawaiian guitars, and awoke to the blare of military brass. For a moment supreme disorder ; — the bugler, in a paroxysm of patriotism and with an opportunity to display his Castilli- an versatality, laudably perverted the reveille into channels of Grand Op- era. With fleeting moments came rapid changes. In bewildering time the raw recruits were transformed into squads of fighting men who paraded with mar- tial stalk over nature ' s lawn on the Mountain League field. Then t ' was said a thing most ghastly took place ; for as the last tramping squad marched away in the fast falling dusk, a nebu- lus thing with ghastly clicking cuffs stood at second base, wagging its head and moaning. Some said it swore and spat and howled; then with a cry un- earthly and dry, disappeared. But we have, with the aid of the Physic Re- search Commission, discovered it to be the lamenting spirit of Regusa ' s pro- tege, our Mountain League parent, ' ' Studich ' ' Marinovich. Despite malignant supernatural in- tervention companies have been formed which now aggregate four, with a pros- pect of five. With no little unconcern has the Western Division of the U. S. Army looked upon Santa Clara. For as the outcome of Rev. Fr. Sullivan ' s unprecedented offer to the Federal Government old Santa Clara is now abreast of the Nation ' s shining insti- tutions. Chapeaux Bas ! To our Alma Mater and Fr. Sullivan! Ryland Debate We will not assume the invidious task of pro- mulgating our favorite as winner, for the very excellent rea- son, that we presided at the last Ryland Debate in the capacity of unprejudiced 418 3 rP 1 „ P in ■■■r™ | ' 9 4 fla j : : _ _ : . J W M ) THE REDWOOD 419 spectators lacking in plenipotence. Con- sidered in its entirety the Debate was a great success. However, we think, had certain contestants less concerned themselves with the importance of a Navy to Switzerland, the dignity of the procedure would have not been threatened. The dizzy emotions of pa- triotism were on several occasions wrenched forth brutally by heart grip- ping appeals ; the quiescence and docil- ity of pacifism were espoused with the abolition of arms ; in a few words, the manifold possibilities of sound reason and good diction were not lacking. Orpheus has smiled up- The Band on the musicians, and with a wave of his ba- ton has decreed, that while the non- talented constituents trample the grass to oblivion on the drill grounds, the band shall have its fill of practice. With sincerity do we hasten to an- nounce the band is certainly entitled to this, for a more intelligent and well meaning band cannot be found. The members of the Fr. Gianera Mountain League, and the Third Floor dwell- ers of Senior Hall mourn the tempora- ry absence of their beloved president and prefect. Rev. Fr. Gianera, who, in pursuance of medicinal treatment, de- spite all opposition to the contrary, has been forced to sojourn to the hospital. We are counting on our fingers, and with joy as we reach the last, the days which rob us of our leader in things athletic, scholastic, financial and argu- mentative. Sophomore Day Reluctant to break a precedent established in the days of Fr. Juni- pero Serra, the Sophomores were forc- ed by tradition to tear from their scho- lastic calendar a day of inaction. It has been hinted at, that Sophomores are qualified to become Sergeants and Cor- porals; if monstrosities will help we ' ll be there. A very interesting and Lecture educational lecture was given some few days ago in the Auditorium. Illustrated by moving pictures and a great variety of colored slides, the wonders of the Gla- cier Park were revealed to the appreci- ative audience. The usual confusion in the moving picture tower was well done and outcharacterized all previous dis- plays. Mountain League The characteristic spir- it of the Mountain League which for years held organized baseball within the bounds of Dillitantism, still continues, but no longer as an adjunct of base ball. With a splendid display of patri- otism, in a recent board meeting, the 420 THE REDWOOD executive and advisory boards, in a formal instrument, appropriated to the Federal Government for Military pur- poses, the piece of land, to the East of the Faculty Building, commonly known as the Mountain League Ball Green. The committee on Naval Affairs report- ed favorably upon the contemplated Naval Academy. Within the inner cir- cle it has been rumored that Naval Training is to be commenced at once somewhere in the farm environs, but for the reasons attendant to all prema- ture expositions concerning vital and weighty questions, little is said. At a meeting of the Condolence Sophomore Class on April 13, the following resolutions were adopted: — WHEREAS Almighty God, our com- mon Father, who in His infinite Wis- dom always disposes all things for the best, though acting at times in ways in- compreh ensible to our poor human in- tellects, but which nevertheless are for our greater good, has deigned to call to Himself SISTER MARY JOSEPH of the Presentation Order, San Francisco ; and WHERAS her brother, Father Rich- ard Bell of the Society of Jesus, our be- loved professor of Physics, mourns her loss as the sole surviving member of her immediate family; and WHEREAS we, his pupils realizing that his dear sister having lived a saintly life in religion for over thirty years must already be enjoying the bliss of heaven promised by Our Lord to those who leave all for his sake, deep- ly condole with Father Bell in this, his affliction; Therefore BE IT RESOLVED that the entire class express to Father Bell their deep felt sorrow in his sorrow, and assure him of the prayers and Communions they have offered and still continue to offer for the repose of his dear sis- ter ' s soul; AND BE IT FURTHER RESOLVED that these resolutions be presented to Father Richard Bell, and that a copy be printed in the next issue of the Red- wood. NORBERT KORTE, President. JOSEPH A. OLIVER, Secretary. BRIAN GAGAN, Treasurer. HOWARD NULK, Sergeant-at-Arms. Elocution Contest On Tuesday evening, April 17, the annual Elocution Contest was held in the Auditorium. It was one of the best that has taken place in some years, the competition being unusually keen in both departments. The con- testants from the College division were : Thomas Conneally, ' 20; Robert Tre- maine, 18; J. Charles Murphy, 18; Capelle Damrell, ' 20; Earl Desmond, THE REDWOOD 421 ' 19. Prom the Preparatory Depart- ment were: Martin Walsh, Thomas Sperry, James Michaels, Louis Trabuc- co, Clarence Sullivan, John Hiller, Jos- eph Dyer, Penton Williamson, Augus- tus ' Conner, and Carston Dahnken. The judges were Thomas Reed, City Manager of San Jose, and Professors Coolidge and Jones of the Law Depart- ment. W. Tracy Gaffey and R. Craig Howard. g i sags It is with sincere regret that ' 71 we report the death of Mrs. F. White, mother of the late Senator Stephen White ( ' 71), and Ed- ward White, U. S. Immigration Com- missioner at San Francisco. The Red- wood wishes to convey the humble and devout condolences of the student body to the bereaved family. Through God, the Merciful One, may her soul rest in peace. ' 86 George Woolrich was the host of an informal dinner given to the officers of the Alumni a few weeks ago at the Olympic Club. Among those present were Father Bo- land and Joseph McDevitt, President of the Association. Duncan McKinnon, a real old Ex- ' 00 timer of the class of ' 00, is now a prosperous farmer at Salinas. He was one of the star foot- ball men of the old American game, and recalled with great pride the dis- astrous effects caused to St. Mary ' s Hopes on those occasions, when the only command was to hit ' em hard and often . ' 09 Edmond Lowe, who set Los Angeles afire last summer as a reincarnation of the mati- nee idol, even in these days of Movie Madness and in Los Angeles at that, has made his debut on Broadway. He is playing the principal male part in The Brat , a comedy written by Maude Fulton, who plays the leading female role. Press notices and magazines devot- ed to chronicling the doings of the the- atres, inf orm us that The Brat is be- ing well received, and the comments of Mr. Lowe ' s work- in particular, are very flattering. It will be recalled that Mr. Lowe showed more than ordinary talent along histrionic lines when at Santa Clara; and he will be particularly re- membered for his very excellent work in The Passion Play , The Fool ' s Bauble , and in an especial way in The Bells . 422 THE REDWOOD 423 Wild Mike Brown is again ' 09 at ' em. This nickname I ap- ply myself with no hesitancy after hearing some of the tales of his wild youth spent here at school. It was but the manifestation of a spirit over- flowing with that good natured, boyish deviltry, flaring and blazing up at ev- ery opportunity. The pursuit of Blackstone has prov- en unequal in supplying him with the necessary thrills of life and he gave up a good practice to enter into other fields. When the first rumors of a break with Germany came and the need of men in the U. S. Army became ap- parent, he entered a private aviation school at Redwood City to prepare him- self in the art of flying and then offer his services to the U. S. Government. Mike just recently passed the re- quired pilot ' s examination, and will be sent to Washington, D. C, by the gov- ernment on special duty. 11 Francis Blake, attorney at law, with offices in the Mills Building, San Francisco, last week greeted some of the Fathers and the few old fellows still remaining, who in his time were members of the second division. Dan Tadish, head of the de- ll monstration department of the Standard Oil Co., San Francisco, was a visitor at Santa Clara recently. Dan was a member of one of the first Rugby teams turned out by the school. He also took a leading role in the Passion Play , and other the- atricals produced here. His good work as stage manager is still remembered. During the Exposition at San Fran- cisco he invented a number of ingeni- ous contrivances for exhibiting the oil products of his company, which receiv- ed much attention and praise. A. D. DiFiori enlisted in the 12 aviation department of the U. S. Army, several days ago. After leaving school he applied himself to agricultural pursuits, man- aging his father ' s farm near San Jose. Of a mechanical turn of mind, being a registered mechanic, and of fearless and daring demeanor he joined the avi- ation department. He is at Fort McDowell at present, taking the initial drill work, but will soon be sent to the aviation school, from which he will graduate a full- fledged flier of Uncle Sam ' s. Joe Thomas, whom every fel- Ex-12 low in the yard tried to get a drag with, when he held sway, returned for a visit to his Alma Mater. Honest Joe had charge of the Co-Op for several years, during the time while the fence yet surrounded our little Island . It was his con- stant boast that the fellows never needed to journey forth to Santa Clara or San Jose on shopping expeditions 424 THE REDWOOD for he kept his shelves plentifully sup- plied. And he did have an uncanny ability in anticipating their wants. There was only one complaint ever offered against Joe, he was so con- founded honest, he could not be bribed for a treat of any kind. He is a stu- dent and connoisseur of Oriental art and is employed by the Gump Art Co. of San Francisco. Ervin Best is a deserter. Dur- ' 13 ing these wildly enthusiastic times of zealous demonstra- tions, that sounds harshly on our sen- sitively, patriotic ears. He has de- serted the ranks of that vast army to which he had brought so much honor and glory. We do not condemn him too severely however, for it was the wicked lit- tle Cupid who won him from the ranks of B ehelordom. Bestie , as he was affectionately known on the campus, very ably ruled the destinies in the Commercial De- partment for some time, after Prof. Geo. Sedgwick ' s death. After class he was again one of the boys and was a versatile performer, helping win many a track meet, football and base- ball contest. His fine baritone voice was always willing to assist in the Boy ' s Chapel, Saint Clare ' s Church and the many entertainments given here by the school. The fortunate lady was Miss Mildred Reene of San Francisco. After a brief honeymoon they will reside in San Francisco, where Mr. Best has built up a lucrative law practice. The Redwood sends sincere congratulations and hopes that their wedded life will be full of success and happiness. 15 Babe Coschina, the old iron man , man of many pur- suits — miner, lawyer, proba- tion officer, four-star football man, and successful coach of the Midgets foot- ball team, writes from Prescott, Arizo- na, that he has returned to the first ' ' love ' ' , mining, and is doing very well. Gilbert Blondy No. 2 Haskamp, who is with Babe also joins in send- ing his regards to the fellows. Earl Dolan is a deputy in the Ex- ' 15 Monterey County Assessor ' s office at Salinas. He was one of the leaders, along with Louis Mil- burn, our sterling outfielder, of the Mountain League of several years past. Arthur Hughes is now locat- Ex- ' 15 ed in San Francisco and con- nected with Hearst ' s Exam- iner . Before attending Santa Clara, Bob had been interested in newspaper work. After leaving school, he vainly tried to absorb himself in the quiet, or- derly life of a rancher, but the old de- sires were too appealing and he return- ed to the newspaper field of activity. THE REDWOOD 425 Howard Crane, who was one ' 15 of the popular boys about the yard only a couple of years ago, has been for several months with the Standard Oil Co. at Martinez. He is employed as an Assayer and Chemist. Of far greater importance and inter- est though to his many friends here, is the news of his recent wedding. He was joined in Holy Wedlock to Miss Mollie Nash of Menlo Park. Howard was always a very obedient and willing worker here, so there should be absolutely no fear as to Mrs. Crane ' s ability to rule with the iron hand (axe). Accept the congratula- tions and wishes of The Redwood for a happy and prosperous wedded life. Edw. Ford and Robt. Ryan ' 15 have both answered Uncle Sam ' s call for duty, having enlisted in the aviation department. It seems a strange coincident that Santa Clara, the home of the deceased Prof. Montgomery, who it was that gave to the world the first successful plans for heavier than air fliers, should contrib- ute so many men to that branch of the Army. Good luck to you boys. Michael Williams, honorary ' 16 ' 16, spent a day at Santa Cla- ra last week. He is residing at Carmel at present, and is busily engag- ed on his book Old San Francisco . The greater part of the work is already in press, and advance notices and sam- ple pages are being distributed by the publishers. The work is to be quite unique, as Mr. Williams has had re- course to very many private collec- tions of pictures and documents that no other California historian has ever been fortunate enough to obtain. A magnificent de luxe edition is being prepared by the publishers, as well as one for ordinary distribution. Mr. Wil- liams is easily among the foremost Catholic writers of the land, and his erudite articles that appeared in Am- erica will long be remembered by those who have read them. On April 18th Mr. Williams delivered a lecture to the Newman Club of San Jose on Catholic Literature, which was charac- terized by deep knowledge of the sub- ject, and pleasing style. It evoked much favorable comment. ' 16 Roy Emerson has received a commission as Second Lieu- tenant in the U. S. A. Engin- The home of Louis Bergez Ex- ' 17 was recently saddened by the loss of Mr. John Bergez. He was the father of Louis, alias Frenchy , Bergez, a former student of Santa Clara. The Redwood offers its sincere sympathy to the family in this hour of profound grief. Addison Burbank recently Ex- ' 18 married Miss Work of Mon- terey. Mr. Burbank was staff artist on The Redwood during the years ' 13 and ' 14. 426 THE REDWOOD Edward Amaral writes from Ex- ' 19 St. Louis, where he is attend- ing the St. Louis University, asking about the doings here at school. His letter included the regards of the many former Santa Clara men, who are registered there. Grus and Richard Eisert, mo- Ex- ' 19 tored down from San Fran- cisco, to give the old place the Brooklyn , and shake hands with their school friends. Alumni Banquet The annual Alumni Commencement Day, Banquet is to be held on May 23, at the St. Francis Hotel, San Francisco. Since patriotism to coun- try is the slogan of the times, it might not be altogether out of place if our Alumni were to consider Santa Clara as due a little filial devotion on the part of her sons. It is the hope of the Reverend Moderator, Father William Boland, that this year will see an ex- ceptionally large gathering around the festive board on the night of Com- mencement when the old boys may be- come acquainted with the new gradu- ates. All those who are thinking of at- tending, and all are, will kindly send their names to Mr. John J. Collins, the Secretary and Treasurer of the Alumni, at the Hooker and Lent Building, 503 Market Street, San Francisco. Laymen ' s Retreat Father Boland is still in charge of the Lay- men ' s Retreat move- ment. And it is his hope that this year will surpass all previous endeavors. Some two hundred men were in atend- ance at the four retreats last year. The dates are June 14th, 21st, 28th, and July 5th. That is, a retreat lasting three days will begin on each of these evenings. They will be held at Santa Clara; all applications and correspond- ence to be directed to Father William Boland. The retreats this year will be given by Father Taylor and Father Murphy. Chester Palmtag. - : : ' ■ )} ' ' . V ■ -i - t . - r - ■ . 5 RESUME OF OUR SUCCESSFUL 1916-17 ATHLETIC SEASON. On returning to Santa Clara in Aug- ust, the Alumni, Faculty and Students were anxiously awaiting to learn, the athletic prospects for the coming sea- son. Indeed it was pleasant news to learn that Charlie Austin was selected to coach the Rugby Team. Immediately Rugby practice was in evidence with a goodly squad to select from. Train- ing faithfuly and looking forward to the big Rugby classic of the year against Stanford University, the Var- sity displayed the greatest teamwork ever witnessed on a gridiron. The pre- liminary season was marked with ex- traordinary success. Unison among the for wards and backfield players was of such high class, that on no single oc- casion could our opponents check the onslaught of the Varsity; while the defensive work of the team was impen- etrable. Our preliminary season closed with Santa Clara scoring a total of 295 points to their opponents ' 8. Indeed this score remains unparalleled in the annals of athletic achievements in California. Now the question which occupied and confronted the minds of our follow- ers and the Rugby critics along the Pa- cific Coast, was a serious one. Can Santa Clara offer such an effective de- fense against Stanford and score a clean-cut victory? The victory attain- ed was clean-cut and decisive. The Stanford Fifteen utterly failed to of- fer an effective defense and never suc- ceeded in getting sufficiently near our goal line even to try for a score, via the field goal route. Playing such Rugby as seldom has been seen on the Pacific Coast, the Varsity achieved its ambi- tion by humbling the hosts of Stanford 427 428 THE REDWOOD by the distinctively one-sided score of 28 to 5. With a successful season in Rugby over, the lovers of the National Pastime and Basketball commenced to train for their respective scheduled games. Edward (Tub) Spencer was appoint- ed Baseball Coach, while Otto Fritsch tutored the followers of the indoor sport. The baseball team failed to uphold the record established by the Rugby team, but we must take into consider- ation their opponets. Among the lead- ing games, that attracted special atten- tion, the Varsity played a high article of ball. These scores speak for themselves: All Professionals 1; Santa Clara 2. Mare Island 0; Santa Clara 10. Swain and Sheehan ' s Professional s 4; Santa Clara 2. San Francisco Seals 4; Santa Clara 0. San Francisco Seals 3; Santa Clara 2. Stanford University 2 ; Santa Clara 3. Chicago Cubs 1; Santa Clara 4. Stanford University 2 ; Santa Clara 6. Standard Oil 4 ; Santa Clara 6. Directing our attention now to bas- ketball, we see the champions of the California - Nevada Intercollegiate League representing the Red and White . Our only defeat was inflict- ed by the Oakland Y. M. C. A., at the very outset of the season. They forfeit- ed their return game. In our University contests the Var- sity scored victories over Nevada, Stanford, California, St. Ignatius and College of the Pacific. Several of these contests proved thrilling and exciting exhibitions. Basketball is proving a popular sport at Santa Clara, and throughout the entire season large crowds thronged to the court to see the games. TRACK NOTES. After remaining more or less of a dead issue for nearly three years, track again came into its own as a major sport at Santa Clara. And for this re- suscitated interest Coach Otto Fritsch, the same gentleman who guided the destinies of the basketball team, is chiefly responsible. As a track coach Mr. Fritsch scarcely has an equal on the Coast. The teams he turned out year after year at Manual Arts High School in Los Angeles contain men who are the Coast record holders today. The inevitable took place at Santa Clara — a revived interest in track, and the establishment of several new Santa Clara records. Almost every day saw some thirty odd aspirants skipping along the cinders, jumping and vault- ing; while the heavies hurled the shot and swung the hammer ; and those of a Grecian turn of mind gave them- selves up to the poetic pursuits of throwing the discus and the javelin. But all these arts of peace were sud- denly put to a stop to by the declara- tion of war. Forthwith the nimble track men became hardened soldiers; and THE REDWOOD 429 they, together with the lazy ones whose delight was, and still is when occasion offers, to sit on Senior Hall steps, deli- ciously sipping the pernicious weed, spend their recreation hours learning to be soldiers. From present indica- tions every mother ' s son here at Santa Clara was raised to be a soldier. The result was that all athletic relations for the remainder of the year have been cancelled. But, as for track in particular, much credit is due to Mr. Fritsch, and from his proteges we expect great things; among them there are some coming champions. Though the members of this year ' s track team were compelled to abandon the cinder path before the most im- portant meets arrived, and give their undivided attention to military train- ing; nevertheless they performed re- markably well against their opponents. Such contenders as Palmtag, Fuller, Forward, McLaren, Volkmar, Brown, Vicini, Soto, Muldoon, Don, Sargeant, Taber, Gardner, Bergna, Dereinger, Murphy, Farwell and Brennan, bid well to compel many teams to taste de- feat. Santa Clara 60. Stanford Freshman 61. Our first meet against he Stanford Freshman proved a very exciting and close affair. The score favored Santa Clara by four points until the relay, which was won by Stanford. Palmtag was the big individual star of the day, annexing fifteen points. In the javelin he tossed it 168 feet, while he was not at all compelled to extend himself in the shot and hammer events. Art Forward ran a beautiful race in both the mile and half mile. Don, Soto, Volkmar, Taber and Sar- geant excelled in the various field events; while Muldon, McLaren and Brennan added points in the running events. The score and events: Mile run— Forward (S. C.) ; Cogla- zier (S.) ; Fuller (S. C). Time 4.37. Hundred Yard Dash— Wells (S.) ; Milburn (S. C).; Taber (S. C). Time 10.2. 120 High Hurdles— Wells (S.) ; Da- vis (S. C); McLaren (S. C). Time 16.3. Shot Put— Palmtag (S. C.) ; Soto (S. C.) ; Vicini (S. C). Distance 37 ft. 10 in. Hammer Throw — Palmtag (S. C.) ; Scott (S.); Ferrario (S. C). Distance 133.6. Javelin — Palmtag (S. C).; Bergna (S. C); Vicini (S. C). Distance 168 feet. High Jump — Don (S. C.) ; Sargeant (S. C. and (S.) tied for second place. Height 5.10. 220 Yard Dash— Sloman (S.) ; Mil- burn (S. C); Minor (S.). 2:31. 440 Yard Dash— Sloman (S.) ; May- nard (S.) ; Muldoon (S. C). 51 flat. Half Mile— Forward (S. C) ; Wilkie (S.) ; Brennan (S. C). Time 2 min. 2 sec. 430 THE REDWOOD 220 Yard Low Hurdles— Davis (S.) ; Wells (S.) ■; McLaren (S. C). Time 26.1. Broad Jump — Lyon (S.) ; Volkmeyer (S. G); Taber (S. C). Distance 21 ft. 8 in. Pole Vault — Davis (S.) ; Volkmeyer (S. C); Gardner (S. C). Height 11 ft. 4 in. Santa Clara 90. San Jose High 30. The Varsity decisively defeated the San Jose High team by the large score of 90 to 30. Every first place was annexed by the Varsity in masterly fashion and it is with regret that the good already accomplished was compelled to be abandoned. A casual glance over the score will give the details of each particular event. 120 High Hurdles— McLaren (S. G) ; Noyes (S. J.). Time 17.2. 100 Yard Dash— Milburn S. C.) ; Parrent (S. J.); Spurway (S. J.). Time 10.2. 1 Mile Run— Fuller (S. C.) ; For- ward (S. C.) ; Tweede (S. J.). 4 min. 36 sec. High Jump — Don and Sargeant (S. C.) tie for first place; Parrent (S. J.). Height 5, 10%. 440 Yard Dash— Muldoon (S. C.) ; Hayes (S. J.); Lynch (S. J.). Time 53.1. Half Mile— Fuller (S. C.) ; Muldoon (S. C.j. Time 2.6. 220 Yard Dash— Milburn (S. 0.) ; Spurway (S. J.) ; Brown (S. C). Time 23.3. 120 Yard High Hurdles— McLaren (S. C.) ; Pitman (S. J.) ; Parent (S. J.). Time 17.4. Shot Put— Palmtag (S. C.) ; Soto (S. C); Don (S. C). Distance 43 ft. 8 in. Javelin — Palmtag (S. C.) ; Bergna (S. C.) ; Don (S. C). Distance 165 ft. 10 in. Pole Vault— Volkmar (S. C.) ; Gardner (S. C). Height 10.11%. 220 Yard Low Hurdles— McLaren (S. C.) ; Parrent (S. G). Time 26. Broad Jump — Volkmar (S. C.) ; Parrent (S. J.) ; Brown (S. G). 20 ft. 10 in. Discus — Palmtag (S. C.) ; Newman (S. J.); Bergna (S. G). 110 ft. ' In closing, the Redwood extends its heartiest congratulations to all the athletes who helped make this year so remarkably successful. May your suc- cessors uphold your enviable records ! Louis T. Milburn. UNIVE SANl h