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

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THE REDWOOD 11 No, Jack, she answered, you and ten others were given up as lost. But late the next day in the early twi- light, a German, saying he knew you, carried you to your friends, under a se- vere and dangerous shell fire. A German! reiterated Jack. And he knew me? Yes, an old friend, he said whom he hadn ' t seen for years. And Jack he is now fighting with the Allies, fighting for your freedom and my freedom. Wasn ' t that heroic? Did he give his name? Yes, Alice continued, his name is Philip Miller.

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10 THE REDWOOD the dim past he recalled the inquisi- tiveness with which he had pestered his father to learn more about his mother, why was she not with them, where did she live, why could he not write to the brother he yearned to see. But ever that arrogant parent dispelled these questions from his mind. Jack, he returned, brother of mine, you ' ve awakened me to my sense of duty. And he raised the supine form in his arms, kissed those parched lips and stroked gently the unconscious brow, with a feeling and tenderness that were heartfelt. IV The base hospital was filled. Every- where scurried those little immaculate- ly habited heroines, the red cross nurses caring for, resuscitating their heroes who had returned from the glor- ious fight, bleeding and torn and wounded. Madamoiselle, said one of the attending doctors gravely, prepare this man for operation. His condition is serious. And he pointed to a wounded man whose face was wrapped in a maze of bandages. The wounded groaned and muttered as if in a delirium. Tenderly the lit- tle nurse stroked the fevered brow, staring intently upon the partly un- covered face. She started, then drew closer for a confirmation. Yes, it is he, she whispererd. Jack, Jack, speak to me. And she shook him gently. The unconscious form moved. Slow- ly he opened his eyes, and passed a bruised hand across his forehead, for there was pain there, excruciating pain. Jack, she pleaded, don ' t you know me? Don ' t you remember? He stared into the little face. A smile of recognition flitted over his emaciated features. Miss Tevis, he whispered. And he relapsed again into insensibility. Several days passed and with their passing Jack came out of a successful operation. Miss Tevis, he said one bright sun- ny morning, tell me how I came into this paradise, and — with such a bright little angel to hasten along my recov- ery. She smiled. It might excite you too much, she answered, and, be- sides the Doctor says you are to remain perfectly quiet at least another day. There was a slight trace of feminine in- tuition in this reply. Ah, please, Miss Tevis, he pleaded, I ' ll promise not — No, Jack, she interrupted, call me Alice, it sounds more friendly, more like our trip across. ' ' 0. K. with me, Alice. I am your humble servant. She drew a chair close to his side. Jack was impressed by her charm and grace. How did I get away alive from No Man ' s Land? Did the attack prove successful?

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Jn ifemnriam OF LIEUT. JONN M. REGAN. KILLED IN ACTION AUGUST 4. 1918, IN THE BATTLE OF FISMES HT teem the breezes with plaints and signs And the bells weep tears of sound ? Should dawn have grieving, reddened the eyes ? Should a dirge in our hearts be found ? Ah no ! away with the cypress and yew, Let pain in our hearts become pride ; Let earth shed sackcloth and exult anew For the glory in which he died. W, KEVIN CASEY 12