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

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There Are Smiles Fraucis J. Maloney, ' 24 IOLA MICHAELS had re- turned from an Eastern girls ' boaiding school, and after looking her over critically, the townspeople of Pesca- dero had decided that she was as homely as she had been before she had left for pastures new , some four years be- fore. Her father, though, seemed quite satisfied with her — and he certainly was the one to be pleased since he was the one who had footed her bills. However, her brother, Jack, feeling that things weren ' t quite right unless he picked a quarrel with her, began to question her on what she had learned while away from home. Well, T studied French— A guffaw from her questioner brought her to a halt. French, c ' n ya imagine that? he roared. I suppose you know how to eat frogs ' legs and everything now. Viola, scenting the tr ain of events, flushed red. When she did so it was very difficult to tell just where her face ended and her hair began. Well, my charming brother, doesn ' t that suit you, either? she inquired cut- tingly. Oh, personally it ' s none of my busi- ness, but I ' d like to know what good it does anybody out here in Amer- ica? For one thing, it helps one to un- derstand what the restaurants have to offer a hungry human. Besides, there are a great many novels written in French which are spoiled when trans- lated into English. Must be some country back there where you went to school, he com- mented, when a person can ' t tell what he ' s eating unless he can speak some foreign language. Concerning those novels, anyone with brains wouldn ' t waste his time on a story that isn ' t good enough to be written in good old United States. Oh, is that so? Another thing, French helped me a lot during the war. ' ' Yeah, it must have. Well all I have to say is, I went to Brest and got along great without knowing a bit of that ' polly voo ' talk. Maybe you did. But that was be- cause you always had a lot of friends with you whom you could talk to. I ' ll bet, though, that if you were off in some village by yourself, you ' d be 13

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In Carmel by the Sea ROM two and twenty towers Of the ancient Mission chain, —Wilting, fading flowers,— There comes the soft refrain The Mission bells are singing To their new found sisters ringing Of the joy to hearts they ' re bringing In Carmel by the Sea. Gone are the days of longing That true hearts only knew For Serra ' s Bells returning To the fold of the feeble few Ah, Hark ! The Bells are singing To their stranger sisters ringing, Of the joy their hearts are bringing To Carmel by the Sea. Mo day was ever brighter No love so deep and pure Nor seemed heart ever lighter, In face of Victory sure : For the Mission Bells are singing To their new found sisters ringing Of the joy to hearts they ' re bringing In Carmel by the Sea. HENRY C. VEIT, Law ' 21 Two bells, belonging to Carmel Mission, which were in the Park Museum, San Francisco for many years, were restored recently to their first home in Monterey 17

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THE REDWOOD 19 mighty glad to learn to ' parley-vous. ' : She pronounced each word distinctly. Aw, tell us something new, he sneered. I suppose you were in that sort of a fix yourself. No I wasn ' t! But, if you don ' t look out, you ' ll wish you were back in France! With these words her face turned white. And her father, who had been a rather amused listener, knowing that she was about angry enough to do anything, stepped in be- tween them. That ' ll be about enough from the both of you. By the way, I ' d like to say a few words to Vi — alone. When they were alone the elder Michaels, turned to his daughter. Lis- ten, Vi, he said to her. I have some very bad news for you. The cook ' s quit and there ' s nobody to take her place, so if — He hesitated, not quite sure of his ground. Sure, I will, she assented. And believe me, the guests ' 11 be fed well while I ' m in charge of the kitchen. She grew reminiscent. It ' s been a long time since I ' ve been in that kitchen. Do you remember the last time I was there? Michaels pere roared. Do I? Don ' t you know that was the real cause of my shipping you East? And I ' m sure glad I did, too. So ' m I, she returned quickly. I learned a lot when I was there. II Some weeks later a young man of the tenderfoot appearance arrived in town and procured a room at the Swanton House, Pescadero ' s up-to-date hostelry, J. Michaels, Prop. He was an unobtrusive individual and for some reason or other roused Jack ' s dislike. Perhaps it was because he was East- ern-looking , perhaps not. That evening when he came down to the dining room there was a great craning of necks to see what he looked like. But in spite of all the publicity, he didn ' t seem to be a bit fussed . These actions roused the ire of a cer- tain clique, of which Jack was the leader. The rest however seemed to be satisfied with him and he was left in peace. He kept to himself for several days, appearing in public only when it was necessary for him to do so. This awoke the curiosity of nearly everybody in town. Many people thought he was a criminal trying to evade the law, and began to search the papers for notices concerning the offer of a reward for a man answering his description. Some allowed that he was an inventor, while others wouldn ' t venture an opin- ion. However, had any of the hotel patrons watched the stranger when Vi was serving him, it would have seemed that he eyed her too familiarly for a new comer who hadn ' t made any ac- quaintances. At last, one night, the mild man of mystery, registered as Thomas C. Don- ovan, Buffalo, N. Y., left the confines of his chamber, and came down to what was formerly the bar room. He