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

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24 THE REDWOOD ducking the Leland boys, — but we thank— ' ' Where ' s Claude Adrian? shrilled a high thin voice. Telegram for Claude Adrian. The Western Union boy advanced, tall and lean, through the throng, and at Duke ' s command as- cended the platform. Fearing bad news the crowd grew silent. All eyes rested on Claude. With a long finger- nail he ripped open the envelope and by the leaping firelight made out the message. A galaxy of delight spread over his countenance, and turning to Duke with a thril of confidence, he whispered, Do you want to read it? The big varsity captain bent over the typewritten sheet. The suspense was over and the boys fell again into talk and laughter. Duke conferred again with Claude. Fellows, Duke spoke kindly. There ' s a day letter here from Mil- pitas. I ' m going to read it to you. Claude you are my glorious hero. When you come to Milpitas I ' ve still got the ONE you missed when we said good-bye, always MARIE. Forbidding the cheer that almost broke forth, Duke continued: I ' ve just had an idea. If this little lady in Milpitas thinks so much of Claude, why shouldn ' t we? Shall we keep him in the Ship? Not a voice answered. Shall we turn him loose? An explosion, bursting into the night, shook the foundations of the Infirmary. Brother Constantine rose from beneath an overturned chest of medicine, stag- gered from the trembling building and ran to the feet of venerable Dean Rich- ards. Dean, the earth is quaking, cried Bro. Constantine, heaving with emo- tion. No, my son, the aged astronomer spoke slowly, they are cheering for Claude Adrian.

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THE REDWOOD n that worthy. Let Percy Williams wear it, he ' s going to Arizona any- way. Words were vain. ' ' Alright, growled Arbuckle, ' ' you ' ll have to support the family when I am gone. Now for a Cleopatra make-up. Won ' t we throw a scare into Desmond Antony O ' Melveny? While speaking Claude disconnected the white canvas shower curtains, darped himself grace- fully in them, twined loud neckties about his head and ended with pink pajama legs cinctured fantastically about his waist. Standing in relief against the marble walls Cleopatra ad- dressed his followers. Friends, Romans, Countrymen. This man hath wronged me much. When I stood lonely on the Arcade did not my trunk at this base friend ' s designing, betray before the multitude, my boudoir ' s inmost heart? Again? upon that day when last Milpitas saw my corpse, when I bid my lady fond adieu, this mongrel with his Leland pups, our parting cleft and T, there- fore, I am still a youth unkissed. The glowing tongues of the rally-fire hissed and darted wild in the air. A slight wind stirring the curtains re- vealed Roman helmets glinting in the electric light. Soon a legion of Rom- ans, lead by Cleopatra emerged, stalked majestically along the balcony and disappeared in the darkness of 53. Arise Desmond, too long ye play me false. The sepulchral tone brought O ' Melveny to his senses. Get the h — 1 out of here, he roar- ed; three Roman soldiers choked the words on his lips. His fellow prisoner writhed in the embrace of manilla hemp. Great Antony this night I have you fast. The raucous crocodile shall crush you to his food and ancient Nile shall roll your rotting bones. Away, good men, betake you to the Nile, there cast him in and I will gloat the while. The squad hurried from Junior Hall and with their human burden hastened towards the gym. Pausing at the door they gave voice to howls of joy, en- tered the plunge room, enacted hoary rites over their cringing victims and two ominous splashes echoed through the silent building as Duke and the Se- nior police entered the plunge-room door. You little devil, laughed Duke as Claude twisted and fought in his arms. We ' ll send you to the Ship for thirty days for this. You know, Claude, I warned you to let those fellows alone. Claude quieted down, and Duke, leav- ing his assistants to care for the Leland boys, carried Claude in his Cleopatra make-up across the campus to the fire around which the boys were practicing rooting. Taking him up onto the plat- form, Duke raised his hand. The tit- tering crowd at once grew silent. Fellows, I wanted Adrian a few minutes ago, to thank him for saving the fire for us. I ' ve got him now, but I ' m sorry to say the Senior police have given him thirty days in the Ship for

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a Our Part in the Great World War Harry A. Wadsworth. N dealing with so great a subject as America ' s part in the great world war it might be well to consider, not so much our possibilities as a great factor in the war, but more our duty to the nations we have made our allies; our one great chance to return sup- port which was so willingly given when the United States experienced dark days. Is there a true American who does not look to France with the greatest reverence and affection or even love? No ! ! Such would be impossible to con- ceive; and why? In those dull hours when this nation, only a few thousand strong, was totter- ing in the face of a powerful enemy, when liberty seemed to be snatched from the hands of a people weakened by the ravages of eight long years of war, when our brave regiments were succumbing to the guns of the mer- cenary Hessians through sheer weight of metal, and when the cause of justice seemed lost, did not France send to our aid a powerful fleet which enabled us to defeat our adversary; a fleet which brought with it, not only men, but greater than all — , encouragement to the oppressed colonists ? And now, after a century and a half, we find the donor of our independence bled white at the hands of a deadly foe who knows no mercy. Would this alone not suffice to arouse our nation to the realization of her obligation? But this is not all. When our coun- try was bleeding with inward strife and the Southern Confederacy was spelling the word that meant the divi- sion of our union, when foreign nations turned a deaf ear to our entreaties for succor and even backed up our rebel- lious people, did not Russia send a fleet into New York harbor with the com- mand given to its admiarl direct from the Czar to place it at the disposal of the United States government at Wash- ington? Can these and many other well founded facts be easily forgotten? And then there is England, bonnie England, our mother country. Of course, it is true that we have said many uncouth things about one another and we have had our difficulties, but the fact remains that England is really the mother of America ; we are the off- spring. But this is not all. When Ad- miral Dewey lead our glorious fleet against that of Spain it was found that 25