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ing and Printing. The National Red Cross- rendering assistance. The Red Cross Society 
Society, made the sale a nation-wide movement, of Delaware performed an inestimable service 
Thirty-five state branches of the Red Cross to humanity' when it listened to .the plea of 
were supplied with the “stickers” and $135,000 Jacob Rii.s and gave to America the Red.Cross 
resulted. Many people attempted to use the Seal. 

Christmas stamp as postage and confusion was 

so frequent that the postoffice department My Favorite Book, 

asked the discontinuance of the use of the 

“stamp.” Consequently' ,the word “seal” dy Alfred w. slaggert, ’iS. 

has been applied, and has become the more 

appropriate since the charity stamps may now Among my acquaintances in fields of prose 
be affixed only on the back of letters. with works of authors whom one cannot resist 

The campaign of the Red Cross Society in admiring, one sketch stands out as a luminary in 
its endeavor to eradicate tuberculosis 'is an its particular environment of theme. “Fabiola, 
immense undertaking. Five hundred thousand or the Church of the Catacombs,” by Cardinal 
workers in every' state of the Union are, during Wiseman, conveys to one in a narrative style, 
the present Christmas season, exerting their the history of the early 7 Church, its persecutions 
utmost to aid in making the sale of the Christ- and triumphs. It lucidly animates early Chris- 
mas seal reach the hundred-million mark, tian characters and portrays vividly the habits, 
Over seventy r -six million seals were sold in 1915, spirit, condition and ideas of the early- era of 
one hundred and eleven thousand of which Christianity. 

were disposed of in St. Joseph County, Indiana. Fabiola, although unhistorical, contains in 
Children are conspicuous in the work to increase relating a nearly 7 accurate Christian record from 
the use of the Christmas stamp. Buyers for the standpoint of Catholicity, and while it is 
more than thirty-four thousand seals were not a treatise oh ecclesiastical weight it diffuses a 
found by one little Grand Rapids, Michigan, sort of familiarity which can do much to benefit 
girl during the holiday 7 " season a year ago. one. Paganistic attitude towards the Christians 

The Christmas seal has awakened everyone forms the theme. The character of Agnes is 
to the need. of energetic combat against tuber- beautiful and demands admiration from her 
culosis, and therein .has it wrought its greatest persecutors. In Fabiola we see a wonderful 
service. It has brought about a universal edu- transition, a chimerical like change from the 
cational campaign that has taught children proud, haughty, over-indulged Roman miss, 
and adults to avoid the dangers. that lead to to final conversion, through Christian influence, 
the dread white plague. It has made them into a follower of Christ. 

familiar with the most common means of pre- Particularly interesting is Wiseman’s minute 
vehtion and emphasized the utility 7 " of fresh air. description of the catacombs. This one feature 
.The purchase of the Christmas seal, is a form alone would justify a perusal of the book, 
of charity 7- essentially 7 " local, seventy r -five per cent Gigantic subterranean excavations, the cata- 
-of the proceeds of the sales within each county 7 combs housed the Christians in their, secret 
remaining at home. The funds derived are worship and provided burial places for the 
used in a variety 7 " of ways, to support day camps, dead. Exploration -without guidance, would 
to employ visiting nurses, and to carry 7 on the to-day probably result fatally, so intricate and 
all-important work of education. The Christmas : vast are they 7 . He describes clearly 7 the cemetery 7 
seal is no longer a novelty; it has become the of Callistus, the principal section of which 
most effective bullet the Red Cross Society 7 formed the basilica where the Christians were 
possesses in its war on tuberculosis. More and wont to - assemble. - 

more frequently 7 during each recurringtyhristmas The ^consensus of opinion places Wiseman’s 

season the -Red Cross seal greets us. It is a work among the most efficient of books of this 
messenger to . remind us- that even during the type, and although the author modestly asserts 
season of happiness emaciated men and women the work to be one of little value and unreliable 
are struggling against the 'effects of a terrible as to historical dates it is really a work that will 
disease, that infants improperly 7 cared for are be found interesting and add more knowledge 
besmirched with its touch, and that we have .to the peruser in a narrative, which is the 
within . easy 7 access a most efficient means- of ultimate end sought , by authors. 


Chris’mas in de Woods. 

D E woodfolk hab a Chris’ma's? Wal, I guess 

Dey lak ter hab dcir holiday no less 

Dan you. How do dey hab it? Kin I tell? 

I seed ’em once ‘an’ knows ’em purty well. ' 

Once dey wanted a m’nic’pal Chris’mas tree; 

Hit was de funniest t’ing yo’ eber see. 

Jim Crow, who was de best in politiks 

Done call a meetin’ ob de folks ter fix 

De plans. An’ so dey come togedder at 

De jack oak stump, down on de ribber flat. 

De Woodpecker up an’ rap de stump real loud 

Fo’ order. Den Squiah Crow ’dressed de crowd: 

“Dis Chris’mas ebe we wants a Chris’mas tree; 

We’s gwine ter hab it ef yo’ all agree. 

How ’bout it?” Den dey holler an’ whisle an’ flap 

Deir wings an’ hop an’ dance. De Quail, he clap 

De fedders off his wings he was so glad. 

"Now frens, we’s gwine ter do dis right,” sez Crow. 

" Let’s fix it up so eb’ryone will know 

His job an’ do it.” An’ he asked each one 

What he would do an hustle up an’ get it done. 

De Beaver Brudders hiked into de wood. 

Gnawed down an’ fetched de best lil pine dat could 


Be foun’. De Glow-worms promised fo’ ter light 
De tree, but said it ’ud take ’em all de night 
Ter climb it. So de long-neck Crane, he picked 
’Em up (an’ di’n’t eat a one) an’ sticked 
’Em whar dey b’longed. Dere wasn’t any snpw. 
Dey ’flowed a Christmas tree should never go 
Wifout no snow. Brer Hawk, who lak ter get 
A chance ter grab Pap Rabbit, said: "Yo’ bet 
We wants some snow. De rabbits’ cotton tail 
Hit look lak snow. Let’s pull ’em off— dey’ll 
Make snow fo’ de tree.” Pap Rabbit ’greed 
If Brer Hawk ’ud let Brer Fox perceed 
Ter take' his soft white fedders fo’ ter make 
Mo’ snow. De Fox, who was a slick as any snake, 
’Llow’d dat was fine; he want ter chaw de Hawk. 
Hit sho’ did look lak fight. But den dey talk 
A while and all ’greed dey would play fair 
An’ fo’ dis Chris’mas ebe be on de square. 

Dey had de purtiest snow yo’ ever seed. 

Dey wanted popcawn strings, said de tree’d . 

Be bare wifout ’em. De Weazel said he’d string 
De cawn if hit was popped. De Squirrels bring 
Hit from 'de field, an’ dey had one hahd job 
Ter keep from eatin’ when dey bit hit off de cob. 
Dey put hit on de fiah in a pan ob tin 
An’ set aroun’ ter watch when hit begin 
Ter pop. Dey wonder why hit- was so slow 
In poppin’. Brer Hawk, he said he’d show 


Em why. He stuck his nose into de pan 
To stir de cawn. De udders thought he plan 
Ter eat hit. So dey all stuck in deir snoots. 

When all ob a sudden — criekety, POP, POP — shoots . 
De.cawn. Dat nosey bunch sho’ made some fuss, 

Yo’ oughter heared ’em snuff an’ howl an’ cuss; 

Dey all had black eyes fo’ de holidays. 

Dey gaddered up de cawn an’ strung hit an’ raised 
Hit roun’ de tree. De glow-worms lit deir lights. 

De ribber flat had never seed such sights! 

Dey had some hawley rvreafs an’ mistletoe 
Lak us. An’ when dey hug an’ kiss deir beaus 
Dere was some smacks! De Birds, dey sung deir best; 
De woodfolk danced aroun’ an’ round’ — guessed 
Dey neber had such good times. Fadder Mole 
Got drunk wif cram’bry juice an’ roll an’ roll 


Aroun’ ’cause he is blin’; an’ when he try 

Ter dance, de udders laugh so hahd dey cry. 

Hit was such sport. An’ so, b’lieve me when 

I say, dey hab deir Chris’mas just lak men. 

George D. Haller. 


Each street lamp is only a blur of white in a 
misting cloud of snow that comes winging out 
of the dark into its radiance. A bundle-littered 
pedestrian, bends forward as he hurries into the 
seething wind. Against the curbs the drifts 
have piled, — here and there the car tracks lie 
shining clear; the snow has piled in deep banks 
against the steps of the houses on either side. 

A huge, great-coated policeman swings along 
through the dark. » The snow has. crested his 
shoulders and lies thick on his chest. He stamps 
his feet frequently, leaving little lumps of snow 
as he does so. At the corner the sidewalk' is 
bare and icy. The wind whirls fiercely along, 
the snow drops stinging hard. He bends slightly, 
gulps a great lungful of air and plows on. 

A “night-hawk” cab horse jogs briskly, 
though stiff - leggedly along, great gusts 'of 
steam bursting from his nostrils at each exhala- 
tion. The driver sits huddled on his little box, a 
stiff hat jammed low, little black earlaps pulled 
tight, a colored woollen ulster about his neck. 

Down the street, the old bell in the church 
booms out the hour, slowly, heavily, each 
reverberation muffled as in. a blanket, seeming 
to creep out of the dark upon you. ' - ' - 

The lamps flicker and flare — the" snow- 
flakes beat down in swirls— the tracks of the 
policeman and the carriage ruts fill and fade, 
and all is stilTagain. ' ' •’ ■ . 



Christmas Night. 


QH turn to Bethlehem, 

This night is born 
The Babe whose Gloria angels sing 
Far into morn. 

In Mary’s arms He rests, 

A simple Child; 

His winning smiles prove Him 
One meek -and mild. • 

Without the humble cave 
A robe of white 
Adorns the earth with purity 
This blessed night. 

little stained glass windows -and at the old 
belfry where' the bells were softly pealing. How 
small the church seemed. For the last twenty 
years he had passed by great cathedrals in the 
West where a thousand lights shone through 
gorgeous windows, where the strains of organs 
and the peal of bells had broken - the midnight 
air with gentle thunder. Christmas music 
had lost its charms for him. 

Et in terra pax -ho minibus rang out the voices. 
He paused and listened. How simple yet how 
joyful. A strange feeling surged through him 
as the words struck upon his memory. He 
turned his face away toward the blinding snow, 
but the voices filled his soul : his lips formed the 
words Laudamus Te. He walked towards the 
gray wall where the show scarcely fell and the 
wind was quiet, and stood wondering in a dull 

And the silent fir tree sways 

At the breath of angel throngs' 
That chant around their Infant King 
Their Christmas songs. 


Two Mornings. 


It was yet dark on the hills above Barnagh. 
The wind was growing stronger and hurrying 
the snowflakes to the earth. Below in the valle}r 
the people were hastening to the earfy morning 
Mass. Decrepit old men and rosy-faced children 
hurried along— -their eyes "shining with the 
devotion of centuries and their hearts full of 
the true love of Christmas. Soon the road was 
bare and the lights gleamed through the 
windows of the church down below. 


Up on the hill where the air was keener a 
figure . , walked briskly toward the twinkling 
village. As he drew near, the wind howled 
louder, and blew the thick snow in his face. 
Suddenly the sound of bells ran along the winds 
an d bore upon him. There was joy and love 
and peace in the ringing. But they had no 
meaning for him. Bong, long ago he had heard 
them and so much had passed since then. In 
his eyes shone no light and in his heart burned 

Qui sedes ad dexter am .Pair is — the words 
burst upon him and he whispered miserere nobis. 
He turned to go but found himself standing 
before the church door. He felt powerless, 
like one in a charm; someone was. calling to 
him to enter, something was dragging him in. 
With a faltering hand he opened' the door. 
Within all was warmth and quiet: the very 
air trembled with love. The intruder sank 
on his knees in an obscure corner. The sons 
softly announced the Sanctus, and expectant 
heads bowed before the onrush of that winged 
host from heaven bearing the Son of God to 
the children T>f men. 

He raised his eyes to where the priest was 
raising .up the Host. Then a- moment of dis- 
traction followed. His tired mind went back 
over the shattered past to a. day which had 
brought, a letter from beyond. the seas. Unclosed 
was a card. How faintly lie remembered the 
words on it.— “In remembrance of my Ordi- 
nation and First Holy Mass — ” That was all 
he -read. He had thrown it in the fire and was 
angry at the thought of his young brother — 
with the dark eyes and handsome face; so 
strong and brave— ^wearing* a Roman collar 
and a black robeA He looked up once more to 
the altar. Tears were on his face and sorrow 
in his soul. He bowed his head again and 
prayed. v ..-A'..:;.' ■ 

no Christmas fire. 

Nearer he came until he could hear music 
and children’s voices. ’ Out of the. darkness 
loomed the form of a church. . He looked at its 

He saw himself again as a child when he had 
knelt within these very walls : again he saw his 
. brother in surplice and soutane “inside the rail;” 
and again from - his heart burst forth the Christ- 

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mas verses he had learned long ago — 

Oh! say. Brother! Oh! say. Brother! 

What then shall be? 

Home in His Sacred Heart 
For you and me. 

The streets were yet dark that Christmas 
morning in Wilmington. Up in a high room a 
young priest lay dying. The Roman collar 
and dark cassock hung loosely over a thin, 
wasted figure that had once been strong and 
brave. Suddenly a smile of joy lighted up the 
face and the dark eyes gazed into vacancy. 
The' dying priest held his breath as if listening 
and then softly came the words — 

Oh! what can we give, Brother? 

For such a thing? 

Body and soul, Brother! 

To ' Christ the King! 

The Incarnation. 


Q SONS of J.uda’s chosen race. 

Why do you pine and fear? 

- Take up your harps and sing again. 

For Juda’s King is here. 

The prophets, longing for the day 
Which they might not behold. 

In words that fell like dew of hope. 

His advent had foretold. 

From Jesse’s rooTshall bloom a Flower; 
A Star in Jacob’s line; 

His name shall be Emmanuel, 

His lineage, divine. 


The Royal Psalmist in his hymns. 

In doleful accent sings ' 

The longing for the Holy One - 
By nations and their kings. 

To thee, O Lord, I’ve lifted up * 

My soul in plaintive hymn; 

Give ear, and hasten from Thy throne 
Upon the Cherubim. 

O children of the Gentile race, , 

Lift up your hearts anon ; 

The shades that veiled a wayward world. 
Have fled before the Dawn. 

All but the Brave. 


“Maggie,” her mother 'had often said to 
her, ‘‘niver marry a man ye can’t conthrol.” 

- Maggie’s recollections of her mother’s married 
life were far from happy ones. The organist- 
might well have played “ Everybody Works 
but Father” as poor Mrs. Moriarty’s wedding 
march. That excellent lady had taken off her 
helping of what serves the poor for satin and 
orange blossoms to don an apron, and cook her 
husband’s first marital breakfst. - As Maggie 
remembered it, her mother's merry existence 
had been bounded largely by the four walls of 
a kitchen, and her playthings had been the tub 
and washboard. She had handled the latter 
with all the skill that some fortunate .women 
display in running their electrics. Such a simple 
occupation as darning socks had been a real 
recreation for Airs. Moriarty. At least it gave 
her opportunity to sit down and rest her weary 

Even before his marriage Air. Aloriarty -had 
been in the habit of drinking water only when 
nothing, more sturdy was to be found. Very 
conveniently he seized upon the. reasoning that, 
the most innocent of all fluids must be bad 
for the stomach because it rots rubber hose 
in two years.- When the throes of love began 
to wear off, and the binding effect of the. simple 
words “I do” became increasingly noticeable, 
his leaning toward the cup that frequently 
cheers but more often sears, grew still more 

He magnanimously took to giving his wife 
a small allowance from her wash money with 
which to run the household, and appropriating 
tTe rest for investments that paid him dividends 
of headaches and tastes in the mouth like a 
motorman’s glove. So while his wife dabbled' 
in soap suds he dallied with the suds of another 
brew. . But unfortunately he was, possessed of 
a champagne taste and a beer pocketbook. 
Very often his wife’s ablutionary income was 
not sufficient to meet the demands of his bar- 
tender brokers, and on such occasions he would 

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argue with her forcibly and at great length 
about her general uselessness. - And despite 
the fact that he was quite a sizable man. Airs.' 
Aloriarty would never permit- herself to be 
easily convinced, as the constant black and 
blue adornments of her . person, attested. T 




It was during' this painful period that Maggie 
learned her matrimonial lesson. Even though 
' her father and mother were long since dead, the 
memory of the' many nights when she had 
crept tearfully into bed that’ Morpheus might 
make her forget the pangs of hunger was still 
very vivid. And she had but to pull up her sleeve 
and look upon the permanently, discolored 
spots on her arm to remind her of her father’s 
cruelty. The latter had been much put out 
that his only child was not a boy, who would 
grow up to help his mother make money to 
drop in the tin bucket a dime at a time. Paying 
no heed to the fact that Maggie had had little 
or no part in selecting her sex, he made use of 
every opportunity to impress on her what a 
mistake her advent into the Moriarty f amity 
life had been. ' Indeed Maggie was put to work 
as soon as young limbs could carry her factory- 
ward, and childish mind could be taught to 
lie about her age, but a female’s earning power 
is never as great as a male’s except in the bovine 
class. Often Maggie thought of how her father 
used to take her arms in a merciless grip, and 
holding her from him, peer into her frightened 
face with drunken gravity. 

“What a fine strappin’ b}'e ye would have 
made. An’ I’d have, called ye Dinny, an’ ye’d 
have made yer poor ould father’s life happy 
with the beer ye’d have bought. But what good 
is anything with skirts on it, I dinnaw? Good 
fer nawthin’ but to look out- the windy an’ 
say: ‘Sure an 5 , ain’t the stars lovely to-night?’ ” 
And he would shove her abruptly aside and 
go out to quaff nepenthe behind the nearest 
swinging doors, often feeling so desperate under 
the burden of care that weighed him down, 
that he would offer to whip, for the nominal 
* 'fee of. two cents, any man in the saloon— under 

six' or over sixty. Then Mrs. Moriarty would 
straighten up over her tub with a grimmace'that 
bespoke an aching back, and wiping her soapy 
‘ arms on her apron, would discourse -to Maggie 
on the dangers of marrying not wisely but with 
too . much haste. _ : v - 

‘.‘Don’t 'rush into this marriage thing. Take 
. - your time ah’ look-’em all over. Be a man niver 

T .so handsome, aiiy little matter how much you 
. ty love ’im; have no more to do. with ’im than a pig 
-does with soap if he’s got th’- rum demon in ’im. 
An’ don’t marry a man of a size fit to act as a 
. giant hi a circus. Tie up with a gossoon not so 
. _ Mall but what .ye can’t rache < his head nicely 

. ’ ; ; v with your rollin’- pin.” v -. : . 

Now Maggie was grown into handsome young 
womanhood, and acted as physical culture 
instructress to the future society matrons who 
were being trained at Miss .Harrison’s human' 
refinery on the outskirts of the city, but her 
mother’s advice had left its impression. Miss 
Moriarty’s childhood experiences had led her 
to make the resolution which was such a source 
of annoyance to her gentleman friends. Well- 
known to admirers ’was her determination to 
marry a man shorter than herself who weighed 
no more than herself— although the latter 
restriction gave quite a bit of play to avoirdu- 
pois as she was somewhat of a buxom maiden. 

If he indulged in alcohol it must remain on the 
outside of his person in the form of perfume and 
toilet water, and on no account be used inter- 
nail}''. All who did not fill these requirements 
need not apply'. Over and above her .parental 
• example, Maggie had grown tired of husky 
youths. It seemed to her that all the gentlemen 
of her acquaintance were at least number tens 
and had heads almost as thick as their chests. 

To be sure practically every one of her male 
friends was engaged in piano moving, boiler" 
making, or some other * occupation equally 
rough but honest, hence it Yvas small wonder 
that the girl was weary of celluloid collars and 
large, hardened, dirt-seamed hands. Maggie’s 
courtiers were as plentiful as mushrooms after 
an autumn- rain, but they were all too manly 
to suit her. . She was resolved" that all the 
strength in her household would be supplied 


by herself. • 

Each morning, except Sunday, Maggie arose 
. when the factory whistles were urging the labor- 
ing man to cast off the spell of slumber, and 
having dressed and broken her' fast, would walk 
briskly to Miss Harrison’s school, although the 
trip was a good two miles. .There were two 
classes of older. girls to be taught in the forenoon ' 
and one of the younger students after lunch. 
Attired, in a middy waist, bloomers, stockings, • 
and soft leather shoes, a costume which dis- 
played her natty figure to . advantage, Maggie 
lined her fair pupils before her on the gymnasium . 
floor. . - ' * 

“Attention," young ladies. Stop that giggling! 
That girl on the end in the back rank, stand up 
straight! First position — hands on hips. Now ■ 
all .together girls, not too strenuously, one and 
two, one and two, up, down, up, down — don’t 
bend your knees there ! ’ ’ -> 

And so , on ' through ■ all The health-giving 


exercises. Following the afternoon class, Maggie 
would take a shower and a" quick rub-down, 
and depart for home ; But the return trip wa's 
never made alone. Some one of the smitten 
was always on hand to accompany her. Whether 
or not they had arranged a regular schedule 
among themselves neither Maggie nor any one 
else knew, but there never seemed to be any 
conflict of dates. Consequently no pitched 
battles between would-be escorts had taken 
place before the august walls of Miss Harrison’s 
Select Academy. 

Of those who also served by only standing 
and waiting at the school door one of the most 
constant and unwavering in his homage was 
Larry Dugan. . Larry was not very' often em- 
ployed and therefore had plenty of time to 
give to his affair of the heart. But it must not 
be surmised that he was afraid of work. He 
could, in fact, lay down beside it and go to sleep , 
so far from being timorous was he where labor 
Avas concerned. But he AA r as a gentleman who 
enjoyed his leisure aboA^e all things else. 

One afternoon Larry appeared on the scene 
Avith an aggrieA'-ed look on his face, as though 
he Avere prepared to take Maggie to task. 

“Are yuh tired to-day?” he asked, tucking 
under his arm the bundle of soiled middies 

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she Avas taking home to Avash. 

“No tireder’n usual,” she ansAA r ered tartly. 

Aav, what’s th’ matter Avit’cha, Maggie? 
You don’t gimme no chance at all. Why don’t 
cha like me any more?” 

“I do like you, Larry. ’ ’ 

“Sure you do — like a baby does a new tooth. 
Yuh can’t hardly grve me a eml ansAver. None 
o.’ yer old friends git by Avit cha, Maggie. 
There’s Mickey Donlan eatin’ his heart out fer 
yuh, an’ yuh treat ’im like a daAVg. What cha 
got against him, Maggie? Ain’t he a good fellah, 

“He SAA r ears somethin’ horrible.” 

“Yes, he does,” ansA\ r ered Larry, absently. 
“I can do better meself. But you Avouldn’t 
hold that agin the poor guy, Avould yuh, 

“Let me tell you something,” his companion 
burst out. “I’m tired of you big brutes Avith 
. yer rough ways an’ jmr hard talk. I wanna man 
that smokes cigarettes ' instead o’ cheAvin’- 
- scrap, an’ manicures his fingernails Avith a file, 
.instead of his teeth, an’ says ‘oh dear’ instead 
of ‘oh hell’! 

“ What cha want a boob like that for, Maggie? 

You know hoAV it is in th’ city noAV. These 
days it ain’t safe fer even a good-lookin’ married 
Avoman to be on the street ’less she’s got her 
husban’ or her child Avit ’er. You want a bird 
that can pertect yuh.” 

“I reckon I can take care o’ myself pretty 
well — an’ my man too, if it’s necessary,” 

“I guess you’re right,” said Larry, rvith an 
admiring glance at her compact figure. “It 
AA*ouldn’t take nothin’ short of the heavy weight 
champ to beat you up.” 

This complimentary speech mollified Maggie 

“I know you got a good heart, Larry, but ' 
I don’t AA'anna husband that’ll truss me doAvn to 
get an appetite fer his corned beef an’ cabbage 
fer dinner, an’ fer his corned beef an’ cabbage 
warmed OA^er fer supper.” 

“Yuh don’t think I’d treat cha that way, do 
yuh Maggie?’ 

“It’s kinda hard to tell, Larry.” 

“All right, if that’s the kind of a guy you 
think I am, I guess I’ll start goin’ wit Helena 
Flat. She’s as pretty a girl as you’ll find 

“Sure, the rosy bloom in her cheeks is real 
as the Standard Drug Company can make it. 

I hope you don’t think you’ll hurt me any by 
goin’ AA'ith ’er?‘ ’ 

“You knoAV I didn’t mean that, Maggie. 

I can’t see none of ’em but chu. Yuh ain’t — 
3 r uh an’t sore at me, are yuh?” 

“Oh no,” ansA\ r ered she airily, as though to 
imply that she paid scant attention to A\-hat 
he said or thought. 

“Come on an’ go to the dance up to th’ hall 
Avith me to-morroAV night,” he invited as a 
peace offering. 

“I don’t mind, Larry,” replied Maggie, 
appeased, and the remainder of their journey 
was finished in peace and quiet. 

The next er-ening Larry presented himself 
at Maggie’s home bright and early,- his face 
and shoes shining. 

“Gosh, you look SAA r ell tonight,- kid,” he cried, 

, surveying Maggie Avith his head drawn back 
after the manner of a turtle about to retreat 
into its shell. - - 

Maggie blushed at the evident sincerity 
of his praise, and jerked on her silk gloves in 
charming confusion. Many another gallant 
Avho graced the floor that night entertained the , 
same high opinion 'of Maggie’s appearance.. 
She Avas, Avithout doubt, the most popular' 

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lady in the hall — far too popular to suit Larry. Larry grunted and crossed his legs with 
After every dance she was surrounded by a unnecessary vigor. ‘ 

group of interested males, so that he had scarcely ' “I’ll get ’im an’ be right back,” promised 
time to talk to her himself. They were together Mickey and he departed to return in a moment 
long enough at intervals to exchange remarks followed by hone other than the gentleman. of 
about the bodily heat which their Terpsichorean the lavender socks. 

endeavors had aroused, to wipe their perspiring 
brows in unison, and to pass opinions, on the 
people present. - Once a handsome* lad} 7- swept 
by them, attired decidedly en dishabille. 

“That,” pointed out Maggie, “is Mrs. Jerry 
Matthews. She thinks she’s better’ n the rest 
of us. They say her husband puts ever’ cent 
he earns on her back.” 

“ Oy,” said Larry, eyeing the spinal- display 
which the V effect of the lady’s waist permitted, 
“business must be rotten.” 

“Who’s the fellow in the lavender socks?” 
asked Maggie, presently. 

“I.dunno, but .lie looks familiar.” 

“That’s what I thought. Seems to me I’ve 
seen his picture somewhere. 

“Here too.” 

“He’s a classy dancer. I’ve been watchin’ 

Immediately Larry was jealous. “Uh-huh, 

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but he acts jus’ like a girl.” • 

“Why, I think he acts like a perfec’ gentle- 
man.” - 

“What’s the difference?” 

“Well, I wish/ you was a little more girlish 
then.” ■ 

“Aw hell,” responded Larry, simply but 
earnestly. - , ~ ' \ 

The next dance they had together, but neither 
spoke a word during it. Oh one occasion, how- 
ever, Maggie trod on Larr y’s foot and said 
“Pardon me,” with overdone sweetness, but 
she- was forced to mark it up against him 


“This is me friend, Homer Ducey — Miss 
Mori arty.” 


“Oh, I’m delighted to meet you, Miss Mori- 
art) 7 ',” cried Mr. Ducey, holding out his hand 
so that his wrist extended far enough from his 
cuff to disply a wrist watch to Maggie’s delighted 
and Larry’s disgusted gaze. 

“Glad to meet ) 7 'ou, Mr. Ducey.” 

“I’ve been noticing you all along this evening, 
an’ I wanted to meet you -awful bad.” ^ 1 

“'I’ve been noticing yoirtoo, Mr. Ducey! — ” 

“Yes, an’ so’ve I,” put in Larry, ominously. 

“Yes,” said Maggie hastily, “me friend, Mr. 
Dugan, was just say in’ what a clever dancer 
you was.” * 

•“That was mighty nice of ’im, I’m sure. 
Do you happen to have the next dance, Miss 

“Oh yes, but only with Mr. Dugan, an’ 
I’m sure he’ll break it because it isn’t often 
I get a chance to dance with a swell dancer 
like you.” - 

“ Well, you’re gonna get all the chances you 
want from now on,” answered Mr. Ducey, 
extending his arm. ‘ “Let’s walk outside an’ 
get a little airi Thank, you for breaking the 
dance, Dugan/old chap.”,. 

Larry dropped back on the bench and gazed 
after them from the' depths of unfathomable 
disgust, while Mickey stood beside him, grin- 
ning delightedly. The latter seemed to take 
the affair with surprising unconcern for one 

•mentally that he did not have politeness enough w ^° was * ^ mse ^ a see ^ er a ^ er M°lty s hand 

■ • - . ■ ' - - ' ° - «« A — » " 1 J 1 - t _ - __ - r _ • 1_ 

: to; assure hershe had not hurt him,: When the 
music stopped they seated themselves on a 
bench near the door, both stiffly erect,, looking 

- 'straight, ahead, hands folded, in their daps. 
But the ..strain was soon ; broken when Mickey ; 
Donlan, with the watchful eye of a rival/ noted 

' the signs of a quarrel arid approached them, 
crying, out with Jlly concealed glee : ; 
y “Sorry to bust /in .on this - hilarious .little 

- party, but I have a friend that wants to meet; • 

Cyuh/ Maggie.”/ •*: ■ - Y-Yk -• : 

: ? £ .;, ‘.‘I’ll ;be glad to meet *’i m— any thing t o break / 
Tthe; monotony/’ y; : 

An’ he smelled like a‘ cake: of pink soap,” 
said Larry dazedly, “ an’ he had a silk handker- 
chief in his mitt. Well, I’ll be durned!” 

. - • (To be Continued.) 

G 1 dry. 


y - A Babe VcriedjOiit cm the“ silent night.. 

;-. ; /;~The r stars caught up,.the cry -in joy, 

; Low' earth: tie[er-] sa.\v a grander sight,- 



\ ' 

Uarsittp Uerse 

The Trees at Bethlehem. ' The Aftermath. 

^CROSS the hills the night wind sweeps 
With trees for lyre, a Christmas hymn, 
While near in the stable Jesus sleeps. 

And round Him throng the Seraphim. 

J UST three days more until we leave, 

'Till we’lf be home again, 


And every heart is beating with 
“Good will on earth to men.” 

Those trees stand like grey sentinels, 

And guard the place where God is found. 

And on this morn in heaven, the bells 
Ring out a timeless silver sound. 

And now like the Kings those tree-tops seem. 
As in the morn they bending bring 
The snows that on their branches gleam. 

And cast their crown before the King. 

Thomas C. Duffy. 

The Chimes. 


They ring through the eerie still of night 
With a charming melodious symphony, 
Th<it gives me the thought as I sit alone 
Of a providence guarding over me; 

Of a God with a beautiful sympathy 
For the creatures of Him in the world below, ^ 
Who guides to a golden destiny. 

And speaks through the chiming bells at night 
A message of peace and harmony 
To the struggle and strife and stress of life 
Like a vast “all’s well” from eternity. 

, ” Andrew L. McDonough. 

The Nicest Girl. 

I know the nicest kind of girl. 

Of her I’m going to sing, 

She isn’t much on looks, but then. 

She’s “such a dear, sweet thing.” . 


_She’s quite unlike most modern girls. 
She’s not the least bit wild. 

And tho’ she’s old, you must admit, 

She is “a dear, wise child.” 

» t _ 

She doesn’t go to cabarets. 

Nor go the social “whirl” 

And every mother will admit, 

, That she’s “a dear, sweet girL” 

, - * ** 

She hates the smell of , cigarettes, 

, In fact T think that she -- 
Would really make an ideal mate . 

For vou — bub not for me/ L. 


Just three days and I’ll be home. 

Yet I am sad at heart. 

Although the Christmas holidays 
- Are just about to start. 

I’m thinking of those sleepless nights. 

When we’ll be here once more. 

And I’ll be forced to listen to 

Those tales I’ve' heard before. 

“I wore my dress suit every night” — 

“I never hit the hay,” 

“Oh boy, she was a wonder” — said 
“ She’d write me every day.” 

And so'the tales of meals they ate. 

And cigarettes and wine — 

I'm sore because I seldom get 
A chance to sneak in mine. 

. i 1 L. Cook. 

The Conjurer. 

My little brother, three years old, - 
Was watching with delighted eyes. 
How I with “Hoky-poky” cries. 
Disgorged a swallowed piece of gold. 

But one hour later, as I read. 

He came to me, with mournful eyes. 

And heaving elephantine sighs. 

Stood by my chair, until I said: - 

“What’s matter, precious? lose your pup; 

Or break your doll, or lose your lid?” 

“I ‘Hoky-pokied’ like you did. 

And now my nickel won’t come up.” 

- ’ . * 5 • B. Fl 

v ’ ‘ . 

♦ Brace Up. 

What’s wrong, lad, aren’t things breaking right? 

Don’t let ’em think you’re a quitter; v 

Square those shoulders and show some fight, • 

.. Even tho’ the jeering is bitter. 

If you are feeling down in the mouth, . . 

> •' ' - V W / ” 

And your heart seems cramped and tight 

Think of Jonah; * * * * * he came out all right 
Now don’t let misfortune discourage you, _ 
You’re training for greater strife, - 
. Wipe that tear away, — start anew, • - - n- 

This is the life — the life. : A. N. SA"' 


^ ~ 



Entered as Second-Class Mail Matter. 

Published every Saturday during the School Term at 

Terms: $ 1:50 per Annum. Postpaid 

Notre Dame, Indiana 

L. DECEMBER 16, 1916 No. 13. 


Howard R. Parker, ’17 
Speer Strahan, ’17 

F. Jennings Vurpillat, ’iS 

Harry- E. Scott, ’17 

John A. Lemmer, ’18 

Delmar J. Edmondson, ’iS 

Thomas F. Healy, ’19 

Edward J. McOsker, ’17 

Michael J. Early, ’17 

Charles W. Call, ’iS 

— It is to be hoped that the old order of 
. Christmas giving, wherein friends, relatives 
and acquaintances of slight standing, deluged 

each other with useless 
The Newer Theory. . and inappropriate bau- 
bles, mutually creative of 
return obligations, is really- passing. The true 
spirit of Christmas generosity does not exact 
an exchange of gifts between people to whom 
the presents have no actual merit or significance. 
Father can select his own ties and mother her 
cut glass, rather better, perhaps, than you can 
- do it for either. But the family, half a dozen 
squares away, with no tastes in cut glass to be 
consulted, might find in the sum expended a 
means of keeping in coal for two or three of the 
coldest months in the year. Weigh the value 
in self-satisfaction of A gift to a relative of 
something he or she doesn't need, and the 
equivalent in cash, pressed without ostentation 
into the hand of some poor widow, who has 
the imminent question of four or five” mouths 
to feed. Christmas giving may be made worth 
while, by letting each member of • the family, 
save the youngsters for whom lingers the charm 
of the mystic Santa Claus, mutually forego the 
useless and often irksome interchange of gifts, 
in order that some person, to whom Christmas 
might otherwise be a sombre note in the tragedy 
of existence, may be gladdened by practical 
, assistance. 

5 Christmas in the olden days, was a season of 

almsgiving, 'and the recipients were the un- 
fortunate poor who needed assistance.. To-day 
the recipient is the unfortunate individual, who 
finds it necessary to deplete his bank account 
in the purchase of inappropriate trifles, to be 
bestowed upon the donors of twenty'-nine 
-meek scarfs he didn’t want and fourteen stick 
pins he couldn’t use. This situation — valid 
only in a musical comedy — is taking the place 
of worth-while Christmas giving. Think it 
over. Thousands of youngsters abroad, and a 
goodly number at home, even in these times of 
piping U. S. prosperity, are not properly fed 
and clothed. How about assistance for them? 
How about diverting ninety percent of your 
Christmas outlay where it will do the most 
good? A dollar or two where the most good 
may be accomplished, registers higher in certain 
eternal chronicles than a fortune expended 
in the useless, senseless and idiotic interchange 
of unnecessary Christmas presents. Where is 

your Christmas charity to be directed? 

— In the history of the universe there is yet 
to be recorded one failure due to lack of oppor- 
tunity. Every man, no matter how low in the 
strata of civilization he may be, 
Opportunity, encounters at some time in his 
life a chance to rise to a higher 
degree of perfection and well-being. Oppor- 
tunity, it is true, smiles more favorably upon 
.some individuals than others; but it is equally 
true that no person fails to receive that smile 
at least once in his lifetime. 

Neglected- opportunity has been responsible 
for more failures than drink or race. The 
sluggard, the dreamer, the ne’er-do-well, are 
often confronted with golden opportunities, 
but fail to take advantage of them. Either they' 
ignore them entirely or defer acting until some 
one more* alert gets ahead of them. 

To the - college student, opportunity gives 
some of her choicest gifts. Upon no one does 
she smile more sweetly. . A ready co-operation 
with opportunity insures the college student 
ultimate success.. The college graduate who fails 
in -life does so through his own gross neglect. 

Now, the “incomparable present,” is the 
proper time for all to make, a resolution to use 
their time to advantage; - June will be too late.' 
Satisfy’" your yearning to “loaf” during the. 
Christmas vacation. Two weeks of it will suffice. 
Then come back determined to make the second 
semester eclipse the first,' in accomplishment 



— James F. Odem (LL- B., ’16) recently 
' passed the Texas Bar Examination and is now 
practicing law at Beeville, Texas, 
y — Ch D. Saviers (“Del”) (B. S., ’86) has a 
A clever article in the Ohio Motorist entitled 
“Automobile Parasites.” The article has been 
quoted at length in the Wisconsin Motorist. 

— Raymond Phillips, a biology student ‘here 
last year, has been made manager of the United 
cigar store in South Bend. His many friends 
are assisting him in his business venture with 
a liberal patronage. 

— Joe McEvoy has written the lyric for a 
new Van Alstyne song, “Love, Honor and 
Obey.” It has Joe’s best vein of humor in it 
and ought to be whistled as you walk out. 
Kanaley and Cartier might go big with-it. 

— Sheiman Steele, former instructor of law 
at the University, is now the president of the 
Globe Tire Co., which will begin pperations 
March i, in Eaporte, Ind. The new firm is 
capitalized at $1,000,000. At present Prof. 
Steele is secretary of St. Louis University. 

— Jesse E. V era (M. E-, ’ 10) who has done such 
good work as a teacher of Mathematics since 
his return to the University has been obliged 
to discontinue his work temporarily. The 
severe strain under which he has been laboring 
has so undermined his health that it became 
necessary for him to take a prolonged rest. 

— Pope Benedict has appointed Rev. James 
Coyde, member of the bishop’s ; council of the 
diocese of Fall River, Mass.; his domestic 
prelate. Father Coyle will carry- the title of 
Monsignor. He was given the degree of LL. D. 
by the University of Notre Dame in 1910, 

■ and has been a member of the bishop’s council 
in the Fall River diocese since its creation. 

— The following telegram has been received 
at the University: “Registrar, Notre Dame: 
Reserve quarters in the new Students’ Hall, 
September, 1930, for P. Kitten-ring Ansberry, 
who arrived this morning. All feeling fine. 
T. R. Ansberry.” Young Tim will be welcome 
when he arrives. If Alma Mater continues to 
grow -it. may'' really' - be necessary for happy 
parents to reserve a place for. their offspring 
fifteen years in advance. We offer respectful 
congratulations and good wishes to the whole 
Ansberry family. _ ~ ' 

Important Notice. 

The - Christmas holidays begin Wednesday 
noon, December 20. Classes resume Friday 
noon, January 7 5. 

There will be a test in all classes Tuesday 7 
afternoon, December 19, and Wednesday morn- 
ing, December 20. These tests count 107J 
towards the bulletin mark. 

The penalty 7 for failure to return promptly 
after the Christmas holiday's is as follows: 
Absence Friday 7 , January 7 5, 5% from the 
bulletin; Saturday, January 7 6, 4%; Monday, 
January S, 3%; all subsequent day's, 2% each. 

Entertainments . 

By Mr. Joseph Scott. 

To hear one of Mr. Joseph Scott’s talks is an 
education in itself. The person who failed to 
draw a deep and lasting good from this man’s 
address Monday night, if there be. any such, 
must be either deaf or weak-minded. Good 
as he was on his first appearance at Notre Dame, 
Mr. ScOtt improves on acquaintance; the 
succeeding years seem to add unbelievably to 
his learning, broad and practical, and to bring 
more force and sincerity 7 to his manner of dis r 
seminating that learning. These are the kind 
■words that a college man should hear; sparks 
from a fire of wisdom that has been fed on the 
fuel of experience; advice from a man who has 
lived as we are living and traveled the parh that 
we must travel. And .through the burden of 
Mr. Scott’s more serious thought runs a lode 
of wit that serves to impress more deeply 7 the 
moral of what he say's. Listening to Mr. Scott' 
causes one to think of Emerson’s words: “It 
makes a great difference in the force of a sen- 
tence whether a man be behind it or no.” 

, ‘ By Dr. Edgar L. Banks. * 

Dr. Edgar L. Banks, whom Notre Dame is 

fortunate enough to hear every y r ear, gave a 

series of three lectures Tuesday 7 , Wednesday, 

and Thursday 7 of last week. Dr. Banks is an 

archeologist known and admired internationally, 

and the valuable facts which he sets forth in 

his talks are the results of his own research 
work. The subjects treated were: Pompeii - 
.and its excavations; St. Paul and his missionary 



journeys; Baalbek and Palmyra. The slides 
which illustrated these addresses are admirably 
chosen mews of the localities the Doctor dis- 
cusses, .especially interesting because of their 
historical connections. The lectures were well 
attended, and the students evinced a profound 
interest in the subject matter of the famous 
archeologist’s talks. 

By Mr. James A. Flaherty. 

Mr. James A. Flaherty of New Haven, Con- 
necticut, Supreme Knight of the Knights of 
Columbus, spoke to the students Tuesday 
morning on the history and work of the greatest 
of Catholic fraternal organizations. Not only 
was Mr. Flaherty’s talk both interesting and 
instructive, but the appearance here of so high 
a dignitary among Catholic gentlemen was 

indeed a great honor to the University. 


Oratorical Contest. 

The oratorical contest for the Breen gold 
medal was held in Washington Hall on Friday 
evening, December S. A preliminary contest 
which eliminated all but four speakers, left _ 
Cornelius Palmer, ’20; Francis Boland, TS; 
Oscar Dorwin, ’17; and Bernard VoU, T7. . 
The joint decision of the judges on manuscript 
and delivery awarded first place to Bernard 
Voll whose subject was “Immigration and 
Labor;” second place to Oscar Dorwin, subject": 
“Our National ‘Pork-Barrel;’” third place to 
Frank Boland, subject: “Alexander Hamilton;” 
fourth place to Cornelius Palmer, subject: 
“Industrial Reform.” Mr. Voll will represent 
Notre Dame at the State Oratorical Contest 


to be held at Indianapolis. 

machines with which he comes in contact. 
He also spoke very highly of -the interest taken 
in each student by the head of the students’ 
department, and assured his listeners that the 
time occupied in completing such a course is 
time spent in a manner never to be regretted. 
Throughout the paper, Mr. Condon showed 
much enthusiasm regarding the work accom- 
plished by the General Electric, not , only for 
the students themselves but by -preparing men 
along practical engineering lines so that they too 
may take their place among the famous engi- 
neers of the country. 

Local Hews. 

— To-morrow morning the third of the sermon 
courses will end. Father Irving will deliver 
the closing sermon on “The Priesthood.” 

— Members of the Freshman class met 
Thursday noon for the purpose of forming an 
organization and electing officers for the ensuing 

— Father William Bolger has announced to 
the members of his politics class that he is 
considering “Prohibition,” as the subject of 
intercollegiate debate this year. 

— The University garage is now nearing com- 
pletion. The building is a two story brick 
structure and on the' second floor will be four 
modern rooms. Brother Columbkill is the 

— “Under Cover” will be presented. by the 
members of the University Dramatic Club 
this evening in Washington Hall. Owing to the 
crowded conditions of Washington Hall only 
a limited number of tickets were distributed 
to outsiders. 

Electrical Engineers’ Club. 

The weekly meeting of the Electrical Engi-' 
neers’ Club was held Thursday evening . in 
Science Hall. Plans were considered for a 
“-get-together” social to be held before 'Xmas. , 
After the regular business of the Club was 
..disposed of, a paper -was read by Mr. Condon, 
Professor of Electrical Laboratory, which dealt 
with the course for college students, conducted 
by the General Electric Co. at their home plant, 
Schenectady, N. Y. Mr. Condon explained in 
detail the experience gained by a student while 
working at the ; testing of the many different 

— At the meeting of the Faculty last Tuesday 
noon it was decided that the Christmas vaca- 
tion would extend from Wednesday noon, 
Dec. 20, to Friday noon, Jan. 5. The last class 
period before Wednesday will be given over to 
a ten point examination. . The usual 5, 4, 3, 2, 
point penalty will apply, to the late arrivals 
after the vacation. 

— A special train of four cars over the Lake 
.Shore will 'convey about one hundred of the 
students to Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse, Albany,. 
New York City and other intermediate points. 
The . excursion was planned by Maxymilian G. 
Kazus and Frank P. Monighan. To keep up 
the “pep” during the trip and to remind the 


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boys of dear old N. D., members of the Mandolin 
Club will render some of their pet selections. 

A large'N. D.' banner will be used for advertising 
purposes on the sides of the coaches. 

— The Pennsylvania Club elected its officers' 
for the coming year at a meeting held in the 
Sorin Law room on Sunday morning. The 
officers chosen were : president, Leo Vogel, ' 

McKeesport; vice-president, Paul J. Ryan, 
Johnstown; secretary- treasurer, F. P. Monighan 
Oil City; sergeant-at-arms, J. Lawrence Callan, 
Franklin; reporter, John J. Ward, Pittsburgh. 

It is being planned to have a special car take - 
the boys home for the holidays. Among the 
man)'- social events being discussed is a banquet 
to be held soon after the return co school. 

— On Wednesday evening the University 
Band, under the direction of Mr. John Minavio, 
presented the first of the annual band concert 
series. We take pleasure in reproducing the 
feature numbers given on this occasion: Over- 
ture: “Morning, Noon, and Night in Vienna,” 
F. V. Suppe; “ Shado wland, ” Gilbert; “First 
Heart Throbs,” Eilenberg; Humoresque, “Who’s 
Next?” Bellstedt, Jr.; “ Eustudiantina, ” Wald- ■ 
ienpel; “So-Long Letty,” Carroll; “Stars and 
Stripes Forever, ” Sousa. Marj^ Pickford, the 
former St. Mary’s student, was also 'seen in a 
popular movie. 

— The Poetry Society met last Sunday eve- 
ning. The Director, Father O’Donnell, gave a 
resume of the poetic “news” of the previous 
two, weeks. This included the reading of a 
notice in the New York Times’ “Book Review” 
of the formation of the Poetry Society at Notre 
Dame and a similar account from Unity, a 
Chicago magazine. A summary was given of an 
article entitled “The Year’s Harvest of Notable 
Poetry” from the special “Book Review” 
number of the New York Times. “The Valley 
of Vision,” a book of poems by a new writer, 
Blanche Mary Kelly, was next considered, 
as was also Mr. Denis A. MacCarthy’s latest 
volume, /“ Heart Songs and Home Songs.” 

A number of original verses .were read and 
criticised, the Society deciding that the best 
two were, Little Katharine,” by Brother 
Gilbert, and “The Incarnation,” by Brother 
Matthew. Two new members were received 
into the Society, whose personnel now counts 
representatives from Dujarie, Holy Cross, Sorin, 
Corby, Brownson, St. Joseph, the Lodge,' and 
the Day Students. _ 

Football Banquet. 

Not all the engagements of the 1916 football 
team were recorded oh the published schedules. 
The entire squad appeared in a private dining 
room at the Oliver Hotel last Sunday evening 
for the annual football banquet, and their 
“attack” was the equal of anything shown by 
them this season. Not a signal was missed, 
not a play was bungled, not a pass went awry. 
After the victuals had been “sampled,” “oratory 
came on the field.” Coaches Harper and Rockne, 
Captain Cofall, Bachman, Miller, Baujan, Ward 
and others, “tackled” the “stranger” fiercely. 
“Spirit” and “sentiment” were stalking every- 
where, and “tears” put in his appearance now 
and then. “Old man three year rule” must 
have cringed in his shoes when five sturdy 
athletes had finished their regrets that their 
careers were ended. 

However, no crepe was hung. There was not 
a semblance of a dirge. Everyone had done his 
work well, and there was’ no need for apologies. 

The 1917 team got away to a fine start, with 
the election of Quarterback Jim Phelan as 
captain. Phelan has the distinction of being 
the first' quarterback to captain a Notre Dame 
eleven since the invincible “Gus” Dorais 
headed the unbeaten 1913 team. He has dis- 
tinguished himself during his three years of 
football here. He sprang into prominence 
in the Fall of 1914 when as quarterback on the 
St. Joseph interhall team he held the heavier 
Brownson team at bay through three-quarters 
of, the game by his superior kicking while 
suffering with a fractured collarbone. In his 
Sophomore year he solved a big problem for 
..Coach Harper by filling acceptably the gap 
created by the graduation of Alfred Bergman. 
He improved with ever}' game and his playing 
was brilliant, by the middle of the season. 

This year he reported in a weakened condi- 
tion and considerably underweight. He did 
not take part in the early contests, but he was 
his old self by the time the Wabash game rolled 
around. He played through the Army game 
with a wrenched back but gave a good account 
of himself. He was in the South Dakota game 
long enough to establish a safe lead. At the 
M_. A. C. game he was “saved” for the more 
important Nebraska struggle. Thanksgiving 
Day he called the plays that made the revenge 
over the Cornhuskers complete. Phelan’s judg- 
ment, enunciation, and cool -headedness have 




made him a wonderful pilot, and it comes as 
a well-deserved honor that the interhall star, 
plucky' little quarterback, masterful field gen-, 
eral, should end his career at Notre Dame with 
fans and fellow-players calling him Captaih. 

Captain McKenna, ex-Captain Daly, Murphy, 
Cassidy of last year’s squad; and some new- 
comers, notably McDermott, Sheehan, McGrain, 
Walsh, Reinhardt, O’Connor, and Kelly, were 
indulging in unofficial basketball practice two 
weeks before the football season was completed. 

As soon as . he returned from Lincoln, Coach 


Harper took personal charge of the squad. 
He had planned to give Grant, King, Ronchetti, 
Ward and Fitzpatrick, a two weeks’ layoff 
before reporting in basketball suits, but the 
scheduling of a . stiff game with Purdue at 
Lafayette on the 15th of this month made it 
imperative that the team present its full strength -- 
in the initial contest. All except Grant, who 
was in no condition to play, turned out two or 
three days after the end of their football work. 

- With Fitzgerald graduated and “Chief” 
Meyers withdrawn from the game, Harper has 
shifted “Dick” Daly to the center position. 

“ Dick is the most versatile man on the squad — 
two years ago he played a fine game at guard, 
last year he was a reliable' forward, and this 
year he gives promise of being even a brighter 
star at center. Captain McKenna and Tom 
King are playing their same slashing games at 
the guards. Ronchetti, Ward, Cassidy, and 
Jerry Murphy are trying for the forward posi- 
tions. McDermott looks to be the most promis- 
ing of the Sophomores, though “Red” Fitz- 
patrick is playing a strong game. Two-forwards 
and some capable substitutes for the other 
positions must be developed. 

The official schedule as announced by. Coach 
Harper is as follows: 

Dec. 15 ..Purdue at Lafayette 

Jan. 11 ...West Virginia at Notre Dame 

- i3_ ...Beloit at Notre Dame 

17 — . Kalamazoo College at Notre. Dame 

20 Lake Forest at Notre Dame 

24. Kalamazoo Normal at Notre Dame 

■ " ; 27--. ; — ... ... M. A. C. at Lansing 

Feb. 3 1 Dubuque at Notre Dame 

‘ 6——. L„— ~ L— . .St. Viator’s at Notre Dame 

- 9 Wabasb at Notre Dame 

14 - : M. A'. C. at Notre Dame 

...... ,-,: 2 2- —I DePamv at Greencastle 

23— — : — L— — -Wabash at Crawfordsville, 

-5 24.— - — Franklin at Franklin 

Safety Valve. 

Scene: A room in Sorin Hall. A dilapidated morris 
chair on either side; a rocking chair with one rocker 
missing, placed opposite the door; a bed that is shaped 
like a bathtub from constant bending under the weight 
of its owner; a table holding a few books and several 
cans of talcum powder; a pipe and nearby an empty 
tobacco jar. Enter First Student with a handful of 
tobacco which he has borrowed from some first-year 
man. He puts it hurriedly into his pipe when he 
discovers he forgot to borrow a match. Suddenly 
he sinks upon a chair and seems to be in a trance as 
he gazes upon her photograph on the wall. 

Enter Second Student: 

Cheer up, old pal, this is a time for mirth. 

Exams are passed and the revolving earth 
Seems to bring music to the students’ ears, - 
And vanished are the sorrows and the tears. 

And yet, methmks gloom sits upon your brow 
For. you look dull and stupid as a cow, 

As though you knew not that the Yule was here 
Think on it, pal, ( slaps him on the back ) 

and it will bring you cheer. 

First Student: 

Ah, I have thought, but Christmas brings no cheer. 
For I must bear what I have borne last year. 

She’ll buy me ties of an outlandish hue 

« «. ’ 

All red and green and yellow mixed with blue, 

And I will praise them, call them smart and neat 
But, Friend, I would not wear them on the street. 
For all the gold leaf that adorns the moon. 

Believe me, room-mate, I would just as soon_ 

W ear my pajamas in the crowded street 
Or hasten to a dance in' my bare feet. 

And she .will weep each night of the long year. 

And on her rosy cheek tear after tear 
Will splash, because I’ve said ‘I hope to die 
If brother hasn't stolen every tie 
I ever owned. And so I got these plain 
One-colored ties that bring thee so much pain.’ 

• And then her mother’ll say entreatinglv 
‘Where is the green vest that I gave to thee? ’ 

And I will swear ‘Thieves held me up one night 
Left ivatch and money but with strange delight 
Relieved me of my- vest. I’d no defenders — ’ 

Her dad will break in — ‘ Where are the suspenders 
I gave to thee. They surely ivere no fake 
Because police suspenders never break.’ 

Second Student: • 

And have you never hinted to your dear. 

As you conversed with her through the long year, 
A'hat you would rather have a student lamp, 

"■ A percolator for your room, or camp' 


First Student: - , v 

Well, I. tried to hint one day, < 

But was not blunt enough. 

Second Student: - * * \ 

.What did you say?“ ' . - 

First Student: . ' . 

I said ‘I hope to choke or die of croup 
/ If in my lifetime anyone shall loop 
. Around my neck a-tie,' red,, green and blue. 



I hate green vests and no one but a stew, 

Would wear police suspenders,’ but the dart 
Went clear above her head. I have the art. 

She said, of picking out becoming things 
And all the hopes I had quickly took wings. 
vSecond Student: 

But think friend of the meal of Xmas day. 

Will it not twenty times or more repay 
For all the troubles you have had. The meat 
Of milk-fed turkey is a special treat. 

First Student: 

Oh! you have turned the universe on end 
Till nothing in the round world seems to blend. 

Know you not, I will have to dine with her 
Where three-fourths of the meal consists in prayer? 
Second Student: 

And can she not prepare a tasty dish? 

First Student: 

Good Land, for Christmas dinner they have fish! 

It seems as though her Pa, the day he died 
Called for a piece of* fish — ’twas Christmastide, 

And ever since on Christmas Eve they buy 
A fish that none of them know how to fry. 

For which they have to pay a silver dime — 

(I’m using this because I need the rhyme.) 

Arid I must eat that old carp by the peck 
Knowing it died of abscess of the neck. 

Second Student: 

Then why do you not bid the girl good-day 
And tell her you are going far away 
Into another land, where vest and ties 
Strangle not the ambitious who would rise? 

( ‘‘Why do I not depart?” he loudly moans- 
‘‘I owe her father sixteen hundred bones.’’ 


{I-Iarry is descending the stairs carrying a suit case, 
when he meets Joe, an old college chum on the landing.) 

Harry — “Well, good-bye, Joe, and Merry, Merry 
New Year, and Happy, Happy Christmas, and if you 
happen to be in Oskalosa call me up and I’ll meet you 
and show you the. finest kind of a time. Don’t forget- 
it, old man, my telephone number is S84 Rowscoe 
and the machine is always handy. Try to 
We can have such a dandy time together.” 

Joe — “Well, I’ll try to see you, but I don’t know 
whether I will be able. Anyway have a dandy time 
and Merry, Merry Christinas.” 

[one week later.] 

{Harry, his sister Rose, and the rest of the family of 
nine are finishing their evening meal when the phone 
rings. Rose rises and takes down the receiver .) 


“What’s the name please?” 

didn’t call before he left.”* 

“Yes, I’ll tell him you called and I know he’ll be 
sorry he missed you.” 

“All right — good-bye. {Hangs up receiver). 

Harry — “That fellow is a regular pest. He’d come 
in here without being, invited and hang around 
for a week, eating our good meals. He might just as 
soon learn now as anytime that he ought not to go 
to places without being asked.” 

Rose — “Well, I think you’re right. No one should 
visit people without being invited.” 


No, Horace, pajamas are not what is commonly 
known as “evening dress.” 

*** * 

Johnny, do your Christmas chopping early so we’ll 
have wood enough to keep warm for the holidays. 

He won this pretty maiden’s heart 
The first time they had met; 

It was a case of first-sight love — 

He soon became her pet. 

For she admired his large physique. 

His muscles big and strong, / 

His even teeth as white as snow, ( 

His hair jet black and long. 

His joyful dark and flashing eyes — 

How wonderful they were. 

His gentle, quiet manner, too. 

Attractive was to her. 

It was small wonder then she looked 
On him with loving mien. 

For he, without a question, was 
The finest horse I’ve seen. 

A young fellow named Perc'ival Pedd 

Said, “I strive that I might get ahead.” 

“ That’s a splendid idee,” 

Cried a maiden with glee, 

“For you surely do need one,” she said. 

At last a reason has been discovered for calling the 
student attending college a “stude.” It refers to the 
hot water he is usually in. (Especially in the Walsh 


For authentic information on anything or any. 
person connected with the University, see any Fresflie. 

Speaking of recklessness, how about the fellow who 
. opens a can of "P. A.” in the presence of several 
• Brownsonites? 

“Joseph Southwell?” 

{She covers the mouthpiece with her hand and turns 
to Harry).: ' 

“Joe Southwell wants to know if you’re home?” 
Harry — “Tell him, No. Tell him I’ve gone to visit 
some relatives and won’t be home for over a week.” 

{She takes her hand off the mouthpiece saying): 

"Well, Harry wont be home till next week. He went 
to visit some relatives of ours. I’m awfully' sorry you' 

Old Students’ Hall — Subscriptions to December 16, 1916 

_ The following subscriptions for Old Students’ Hall were re- 
ceived by Warren A. Cartier, Ludiogton, Michigan, treasurer of the 
building committee: 


- Samuel T. Murdock, ’86 . 

^ Si 000.00 - ; 

Thomas B. Fitzpatrick 
P. T. O’Sullivan, '68 . - 

. Rev. E. J. McLaughlin, ’75 

M. F. Healy, ’82 ~ 

John C. Shea, ’98 
Clement C. Mitchell, ’02 
Byron V. Kanaley, ’04. . .. , 

Daniel P. Murphy,- ’95 . 

John P. Lauth,;.’68 . 



Robert Sweeny. '03 
C. A. Paquette, '90 
Rev. John Dinnen, ’65 
Warren A. Cartier, '87 
Stephen B. Fleming, ’90 
Thomas Hoban, '99 
Angus D. McDonald, ’00 
William A. Mclnerny, 'ot 
Joseph M. Byrne, ’14 . 

Cassius McDonald, ’04 
William P. Breen, ’77 
Student from Far West 
Rev. I. E. McNamee, ’09 
C. C. Craig, 'S5 
Frank E. Hering, '9S 
Peter P. McElligolt, '02 
James J. Conway, 'S5 
George Cooke, ’90 

Frank N. Maas 


Fred E. Murphy, '93 
John M. Flannigan, ’94 
John H. Neeson, ’03 
Joseph B. Naughton, ’97 
Peter Kuntz 
John H. Fendrich, ’84 
John Eggeman. ’00 
A. A. McDonell, ’00 
Eugene A. Delaney, '99 
R. A. O'Hara, ’89 

$200.00 * 

W. G. Uffendell, ’01 
John O'Shea, ’i 1 
James F. Kennedy, ’94 
Louis C. M. Reed, ’9S 
Francis O'Shaughnessy, '00 
Joseph J. Sullivan. ’02 

G. A. Farabaugh, '04 
Robert Anderson, ’83 
Joseph Lantry. '07 
Rev. F. J. Van Antwerp. ’14 
John Dowd, '99 
Rt. Rev. Thos.F. Hickey, ’03 
Christopher C. Fitzgerald, '94 

F. A. Kaul, '97 
William Hoynes, '77 
Edwin J. Lynch. '10 
T. D. Mott, ’95 
F. Henry Wurzer, ’9S 
Paul R. Martin, 'j 3 
Timothy V. Ansberry, ’93 
John M. Quinlan, '04 
Daniel Madden. ’06 
Fred J. Kasper, ’04. j 

' J. S. Corby, ’98 
Thomas Steiner, ’99 
John F. Cushing, '06 

Rev. Michael Shea, ’04 
Ambrose O’Connell, '07 
William Byrne, ’95 
James L. Tong, ’94 
W. A. Draper," ’06 

$120.00 7 

Maximilian St. George ’08 
Oliver J. Tong, '73 
Hermann C. R. Piper, ’11 
Edmund O'Connor • 

JyL. Lamprey, ’03 _ 

Walter Joyce, ’07 
. George N. Johnson 
William H. Boland 
William J. Granfield, ’13 
. M. O. Bums 
Rev. Michael Ryan, '95 
William P. Higgins,- ’03 
‘ James Frederick Coll, '89 

George J. Hanhauser, '01 
James P. Fogarty, ’00 
Rev. John B. McGrath, 'So 
John "F. Fennessey, ’99 
Cyril J. Curran, ’12 
Ernest E- L. Hammer, ’04 
Alfred J. Pendleton, ’97 
Edwin Wile, '74 
Francis C. Schwab, '02 
Rupert F. Mills, '14 
William H. McCarty, '99 
Edward J. Glynn, 'ri 
Frank P. Crowley. ’09 
Thomas B. Curry, ’14 
James A. Curry, '14 
Harry V. Crumley. '03 
Harry S. Cahill, ’oS 
Walter V. Heekin, '05 
‘ William McKenzie 
Rev. Bernard P. Munay, 

Mark M. Foote, ’73 
Patrick' J. Houlihan, ’92 
E. J- Maurus, ’93 
Thomas J. Swantz, ’04 

H. G. Hogan, '04 
Harold P. Fisher, ’06 
John B. Kanaley, ’09 
James F. Hines, ’09 
John B. McMahon, '09 
- Rev. John M. Byrne, 'oo 
J. H. Gormley, ’03 
Thomas O’Neill, ’13 
Robert E. Proctor, ’04 
John F. O'Connell, '13 
Frank C. Walker, ’09 
Rev. Gilbert Jennings, 'oS 
George O’Brien, '90 
Vitus Jones, '02 
W. A. Duffy, 'oS 
Rev. J. H. Guendling, ’14 
Fred C. McQueen, '00 
Charles J. Stubbs, '88 
‘ Rupert Donavan, ’08 
Rev. Francis H. Gavisk, '14 
Rt. Rev. Frank O’Brien, ’95 
Frank L. McOsker, ’72 
Charles E. Ruffing, ’S5 
James F. Foley, '13 
Rt. Rev. T. C. O'Reilly, '09 
Thomas J. Welch, '05 
William E. Cotter, '13 
John C. Tully, ’11 
John F. O’Connor, '72 
T. P. O’Sullivan, '02 

G. M. Kerndt, '82 
Dr. Frank J. Powers, ’94 
Rev. John Talbot Smith, '07 
Daniel C. Dillon, ’04 
Thomas C. Butler, 'oS 
Edward M. Kennedy, 'oS 
John J. Kennedy, ’09 
Peter M. Ragan, '92 
James D. ijarry, '97 
Fred L. Steers, ’11 
Walter Clements, ’14 
Edward J. Carlton, '16 
Leonard M. Carroll, ’16 
Luke L. Kelly, ’16 
Frank E.,Swift, '16 
C. P. Mottz, '16 
Samuel Ward Perrott, ’16 
Edward C. Ryan, ’16 
James Francis Odem, ’16 
Emmett P. Mulholland, ’16 
Thomas A. Hayes, ’r6 
Frank J > Hiss, ’16 ■ 

Joseph J.-McCaffery, '16 

Walter P. McCourt, ’16 

M. J. McEniry, ’81 

Thomas J. Shaughnessy, '15 . ' 

James F. O’Brien, ’13' . ■* 

Michael L. Fansler, ’04 

A. C. Fortin, ’01 
Daniel J. O’Connor, ’05 
M. H. Miller, ’10 
William D. Jamieson, ’05 
Grover F. Miller, ’16 
Thomas A: McLaughlin, ’16 
Edwin H. Sommerer, ’16 
Joseph O’Sullivan 
Jacob E. Eckel, ’16 
Vincent Mooney, ’16 
John T. Shea, ’06 
Edward M. Schaack, ’93 
Anton C. Stephan, ’04 
Dr. F. B. McCarty, ’07 
Harry F. McDonagh, ’10 
Charles W. Lahey, '13 
Adam J. Kasper, '95 
George W. Kasper, ’95 
Robert A. Kasper, ’07 
Charles Girsch, ’94 
Gerald A. Fitzgibbon, ’07 
John B. Fruechtl, ’04 
Hugh J. Daly, '12 
Edward K. Delana, '13 
Harry Curtis, ’oS 
Charles Cullinan, '07 
Daniel Cullinan, '07. 

Dr. W. P. Grady, '99 
Edgar Criliy, ’90 
George S. Criliy, ’8S 
James V. Cunningham, ’07 
M. H. Miller, ’to 
Frank X. Cull, ’08 
Jesse E- Vera, '10 
Walter Duncan, ’12 
James W. O’Hara, ’13 
Joseph Collins, ’11 
Dr. H. G. McCarty, ’12 
James .Dubbs. '06 > 

Raymond E. Skelly, ’11 
William R. Ryan, ’11 
William A. McKearney, ’oS 


John W. Costello, ’12 
\ $50.00 

Rev. J. E. ScuUin, ’09 
Louis P. Chute, ’92 
William Fish, ’12 
J. Clovis Smith ’14 
Frank B. Cornell, ’00 
Rev. John Schopp, ’94 
A. J. Major, ’86 
Charles Vaughan, ’14 
Stephen H. Herr, ’10 
J. N. Antoine, '70 
Rev. Thomas Cleary, '09 
Fred Stewart, ’12 
Jay Lee, '12 
Albert F. Gushurst ’09 
Edward P. Cleary, ’09 
Rev. John J. Burke, ’83 
Rev. M. L. Moriarty, ’10 
Rev. J.‘ E. Scullin, ’09 
Rev. John P. Quinn, ’S3 
Simon E._ Twining, ’13 
J. V. Birder, '13 
Cecil E. Birder, ’14 
M.'Emmett Walter, '15 
Ralph Eberhart, ’02 
Rev. John M. Gerenda, ’09 
Timothy P. Galvin, ’16 
Ray M. Humphreys, ’16 
Hugh E. Carroll, ’16 
Jesse C. Harper 
Ronald S. O’Neill, ’14 
Louis P. Harl,’i6\ 

Joseph D. Kovacks, ’16 
Patrick Maloney, ’16 
J. F. Delph, ’16 : 

Hugh O’Donnell, ’16 
■James Sanford,. ’14 

Ira W. Hurley, ’14 
Emmett G. Lenihan, ‘15 
Francis H. Hayes, ’14 
E. P. Cleary, ’09 
Raymond J. Kelly, ’16 
Ernest P. Lajoie, '15 
Rev. P. J. Crawley. ’95 
Arthur Pino, ’06 
William Milroy. ’13 
Dr. -Robert Frost, ’02 
Eustace Berry, ’03 
A Friend from the South 
Daniel Sliouvlin, ’14 


V. E. Morrison, ’S9 
Gerard N. Krost, ’04 


John M. Culligan, ’15 
Joseph M. DeLone. ’02 
Simeon T. Flanagan, ’14 

W. B. McLain, ’04 
Lawrence Janszen, ’09 
Rev. A. A. Lambing, ’S3 
James M. Riddle, ’13 
Henry Hess, 'S2 

Dr. E. M. McKee, ’06 
Robert B. Gottfredson, ’13 
Rev. John H. Mullin, ’ii 

I. N. Mitchell Sr., ’92 
Frederick Williams, '13 
Rev. Joseph Toth, '11 
Joseph M. Walsh, ’14 
Max Adler, '89 

John G. Mott, ’95 
Rev. T. O. Maguire, ’09 
Paul J. Smith, ’16 
C. I. Krajewski, ’16 
Joseph P. Flynn, '16 
John P. Conboy, ’16 
W. W. Turner, ’16 
Alfred Fries, ’16 

J. A. McCarthy, ’16 

J. Harry Sylvestre. ’16 
Harold P. Burke, ’16 
Peter C. Yerns, ’16 
Fred M_. Pralatowski, ’16 
Francis J. Kilkenny, ’12 
Edward L. Figel, ’11 
Thomas J. Dooley, ’97 
Mark A. Devine, ’10 
Daniel E. Cooney. ’10 
Fremont Arnfield, ’12 
W. W. Harless, ’86 
Edward J. Walsh, ’00 
Thomas Curran, ’16 

Gabriel Davezac, ’94 
James R. Devitt, ’13 
Albert A. Gloeckner, ’ 1 6 

Bernard Durch, ’13 

P. J. O’Connell, ’73 
• Paul T. Markey 
Edwatd J. Markey 
Alfred Vignos, ’95 
Andrew_L. Shimp, ’91 
/ Frank Niedecken, ’09 
Harry Kirk, ’13 
Louis Chute, ’92 
J. J. Deasey, '06 

H. King, ’16 
- James E. Roach, ’16 
■ J. E. Hogan, ’16 


Robert D. Murphy, ’01 
Mark Duncan, '15 
' Hiram HaUiday, ’06 
, Claude S. Moss, ’95 
John Bell, ’08 j 

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