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

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November Thoughts OW great the joy On tKat Movember Day, WKen battle ' s smoke At last was borne away; The ligKt of peace, In full effulgence gleamed. As yonder ray, At break of day. In golden glory beamed. Yet not to all This radiant ligKt brings cheer. For she who mourns A son in silent tear. Heeds not its gleam; To her there is no peace For with her loss Looms dark her cross, Ne ' er will her sorrow cease. Ye nations sage, Whate ' er you may believe A mortal hand. Her loss cannot retrieve; Ye nations grave, With all your wealth and power. The Angel grim. The Spectre dim. Will ne ' er before you cower. Ye nations all. If her you would console. Another son Take not in battle ' s toll; Your hates and fears. For her at least forget, Then not in vain, She will sustain The loss we all regret. J. MARIUS BECCHETTI 18

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THE REDWOOD 17 roof .... desolation — all, all desola- tion; desolation in the cabin on Puris- sima ridge; desolation in Foster ' s soul. Like a drunken man Foster staggered through the doorway and stood bare- headed with his face to the black sky. His lips formed an oath, but he checked its utterance. After all, he reasoned, it was too much to ask that she should wait in un- certainty month upon month. He him- self would not have done it ; he knew it. Had she gone? Well, he loved his wife — Johanna — and he should have been glad that she had not waited. He had said that he was sorry she had waited that first long year; but then that was a lie. Surely she loved him — of course! But .... isn ' t love sacri- fice? The thought staggered Foster and he put his hand to his brow to find that it was wet. Sacrifice ! Why, to be sure ; she had offered the sacrifice for a whole year — more than that ; and now ... it was his turn. He loved her; certainly. He repeated it to himself over and over to make sure. Well, he could make as great a sacrifice as she had .... and he would. But then recollection came upon him — he would be captured before an- other sundown. And he had Avanted — indeed, it was his only desire — to em- brace Johanna once ; to whisper — He could not think; his brain was dizzy. Drawing a knife from his belt he plunged it into his breast, and fell, face forward, into the grass. Like the heart beat of a sympathetic mountain the monotonous dirge of the crickets beat upon the deaf ears of the pros- trate man. But his own heart was wast- ing itself in a dark pool upon the dry ground. Some hours later there was the sound of voices and of tinkling spurs among the redwoods. Not so much noise, there, said a voice in an undertone; our man may be laying for us in this blasted wilderness. There was a long silence during which the posse ap- proached the clearing. Damnation! said the same voice softly; the old boss hit a snag — out o ' that brush, you poke! The horse refused to push through the undergrowth so its rider dis- mounted. Strike a flare, someone, he whis- pered. Seems like a building ahead. One of the men lit a match and by its flickering light they were able to dis- cern the deserted cabin. As the match puffed out one of the posse caught sight of the rigid form of Foster, and he cried: By Christopher, there ' s our man! Look out! Another light revealed the fact that the hunted man had at last completely eluded his pursuers. Damnable reward fer all our work, said the sheriff. Put him on one o ' the bosses. ' ' Chief, ' ' said a man who had started to raise him, in an awe-struck tone; this dead chap ' s layin ' right-a-strad- dle a grave ! ' ' Hidden in the tall grass they found a rude cross on which was carved the letter J .

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Numbers Donald J. Pierr. HOO-HOO-HOO— ] 00M! Captain Hill! Speech! Speech ! came from all parts of the dining room which, during the evening meal was the scene of the giant rally. On the next day was to be held the football classic of the season. The Cardinal hordes of Standish were coming down the penin- sula to meet their ancient rivals in their annual game. The wearers of the Red and White of Saint Claire had not been conceded a chance at the begin- ing of the season, but they had proved their mettle and now they were out to stop the mad rush of the Cardinal co- horts toward the title. It was truly to be the game of the century as the head- lines had told. The captain reluctantly arose. A deafening applause, which lasted for several minutes, ensued. Fellows, I ' m not much at this speech making stuff and all I can say is that if you have the same pep out there in the stands tomorrow that you have here tonight, we can ' t help but win. Again the old adobe building shook with a roar which lasted until the team had filed out. All then retired to the chapel for benediction and evening prayers. It was a crisp evening in late fall. The stars gleamed mistily through a slight haze and there was a tinge of smoke in the air. The college chapel loomed up like some great shadow and the stained windows shone like gems in their somber setting. A murmur of rising and falling voices floated from its doors and out into the night. All the riotous enthusiasm of a few mo- ments before was now transformed into ardent fervor and devotion. The chapel was brilliantly lighted. Myriads of candles flickered in the sanctuary. The organ was softly playing. Near the side altar were hung numbered cards signifying the hymns to be sung. Bill Stevens, the stocky little quarter-back, Avith flaming hair, took his hymn book and glanced at the cards. Immediately a smile played about his ilps. What a coincidence, he thought, that the same signal he had been calling that after- noon in secret practice should be there staring him in the face. Almost imme- diately the distraction was put aside and his voice was raised in the stirring strains of the O Salutaris . Soon benediction was over and the students filed out. Here and there, how- ever, scattered throughout the chapel a few kneeling figures remained. It was now dark save for the flickering glow of the sanctuary lamp, and all was silent. In the dim light one could discern that most of the kneelers were men. who Avere to play in tomorrow ' s game. It truly was inspiring to see those men, heroes of the gridiron, all praying there like children. One by one they left and soon there remained but a lone 19