« PreviousContinue »
son had just made was the thing that held their attention. They knew nothing of any inner tragedy.
"A goal from field!” they were shouting in admiring wonder.
“A drop-kick for goal!”
"He is Bob Donaldson of the Buckeley 'varsity, and those are his men,” was the retort of a tall slim young fellow who pushed them aside and strolled up to where Driscol stood as if in a trance. This was Wilfred Griggs. "And let me tell you imported bloods something," he continued. “The next time anybody around Hanford University has a yearning to see better football played than they play down in that neighborhood, he won't have to go East after it. He can watch Bob Donaldson and those ten trick ponies of his in blue denim; and if they don't give him more ideas in i minute about football than he could learn in a month of gilt.edged importing, I'll eat this whole grid-iron and everything on it!”
He nodded to Donaldson as he spoke, then to Tom and to me; then he took the stupified Driscol by the hand.
“Don't try onderstand it, old man," he said, smiling. “You can't do it inside of a week. If we ca:u't cheer for Hanford we can at least cheer for California. Here's to the jolly old boys that showed our visitors from abroad how to riay football, as she is played in the Golden State! And may Hanford play as well with her own sons next Thanksgiving! Here's to—"
But his voice was lost in a shout from the Buckeleys.
"We hope she will! We hope she will!” they cried. "Hurrah for Griggs!'.
"Hurrah for Driscol!”.
"Hurrah for—" but modesty forbids stating whom else they hurrahei for. The last I can recall of the shouting was a sonorous rendering of the Buckeley yell by the good-natured lads from the East, as we adjourned to the tents for an impromptu feast at Driscol's invitation:
But Donaldson only stood still and pulled off his nose-mask as Driscol's face leapt close
The world may claim far loftier heights than thine;
We come not to slay but to save.
AN is distinctly a belligerent animal
and delights in measuring strength,
Wol even with his kind. Proud of his
prowess, real or fancied, he loves to parade as a conqueror. He is fond of blood and his pleasure is in spilling it, whether of bird or beast or of his fellow creature. All this he is, and in no less degree to-day than when his skin-clad ancestors brained their brethren with bludgeons.
Nations are but individuals in the aggregate, with identical characteristics, passions and propensities; so while they prate of peace they still prepare for war. To point a homely simile, it may be related that in the Southern States a standing menace to the price of cotton is the fear of over-production. In order to avert this the planters are in the habit of meeting about once a year to tell each other what a good thing it would be for each to reduce his individual acreage. They all recognize the truth of the argument and readily promise each other to act upon it; then each hastens to his home and throws in a larger crop than usual, on the assumption that his good neighbors will keep their neighborly promise and he will be the lucky beneficiary of higher prices resulting from the short crop. Since all act upon a similar impulse the result is obvious. In this respect the powers are much like the planters. They also have conventions, as it were, at which their representatives exhaust the possibilities of rhetoric in eloquent appeals for disarmament. In "florid prose
and honeyed lines of rhyme” they embellish the beauties and benefits of peace, and each good nation, having put itself on record as favoring immediate and total disarmament, hastens to increase its ironclads and ordnance; for planters and powers alike know that their dream is a dream.
As the drunkard, after a period of soriety, deems himself entitled to a bigger
drunk than ever, in like manner a protracted period of peace causes men to yearn for war. As the mouth waters when a specially palatable dish is under discussion, so the subject of peace, talked to exhaustion at the Czar's late Conference, seems to have whetted the international appetite for blood. The records of that event were scarcely in print ere the very memory of it was wiped out on the ensanguined fields of Santiago, Tugela, and PeCni Li.
Those who have not already forgotten that a Peace Conference was held are now inclined to view the affair in the light of a huge diplomatic joke; for it is true that, all and singular, the leadhig nations of the world, signatory each to the Peace Articles of that Conference, have, in the brief period that has since elapsed, been engaged in the occupation of blood-letting. Thus uoes counterfeit virtue, forgetting its role, o'erleap itself and stand revealed a hideous, naked skeleton of hypocrisy.
As these lines are written it seems not improbable that the world is on the verge of such a struggle as time has not witnessed since the Crusades. And when it comes, if come it shall, not for the cross of Christ will lue sword be drawn, but for the lust and greed of gold. So it
!?rent that the time is yet far remote til the poet's vision be realized"When the war drum throbs no longer and
the battle flags are furled In the parliament of man, the federation of
the world.” Granting, then, that in spite of church, of craft, of creed, men will continue to wage war upon each other, practical and philanthropic minds have turned their talents toward the problem of alleviating human suffering during its progress. While the resources of science are taxed to their limit in devising new engines of destruction, other intellects, moved by worthier motives, keep pace in measures that are designed
to minimize the sufferings of the soldiery, multiplied by the advanced methods of butchery.
It is the evolution and development of this grand impulse that has resulted in the magnificent hospital system of the United States Army. If the merit of the methods now practiced had only been recognized earlier, thousands of lives might have been preserved and untold misery averted during the great war between the States. Up to that time the need of such a system
Main Entrance General Hospital, Presidio.
had not been felt, for the reason that our wars previous to that time had been comparatively but trivial affarrs; and so fast and furious did events tread upon the heels of each other in that stupendous struggle that time was not afforded during the war to perfect any organization of the kind; and while at its close the hospital service was far in advance of anything the country had previously enjoyed, it was equally inferior to the finished and admirable establishment of today.
The master minds of the nation have ap
plied their talents and energies to perfecting the army hospital service, and, scrutinize it however closely, it is scarcely possible for the most practiced expert to point a possible improvement, since the resources of the entire field of human knowledge have been drawn upon to contribute to the result.
As an example of what these institutions are, brief reference will be made to the U. S. A. General Hospital located at the Presidio of San Francisco. This is perhaps
the largest hospital in the United States. It was erected in 1899 at a cost of about $400,000, including furnishings. It is built on the pavilion plan in the form of a quadrangle and covers six acres of ground. Its equipment includes an electric light plant, water works and futers, steam heat, ice factory, bakery, laundry, repair shops, printing office, postoffice, dispensary, pathological laboratory, surgical operating ward, skiagraphic apparatus, disinfecting department, library, concert hall-everything indeed that may be serviceable in a model