1923 Yearbook
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1923 Yearbook
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strom, whose sides were made up of intermingled tans, yellows, blues, purples, scarlets
and greens, dotted here and there with dull splotches of gray, brown and black, and
heightened to vividness by the flashing sunlight. The whole was covered by a cloudless, azure sky.
The band halted in the center of the open battleground.
Suddenly the maelstrom whirled into furious, rainbow-hued gyrations. A spectacular eruption—a dizzying riot of color took place as the entire assemblage rose to greet
their Idol with frantic, deafening applause. The torrid air was charged with a
ponderous din. The mighty roar even disturbed the peace and quiet of our celestial
terminus inasmuch as several golden harps were jarred from the hands of their angelic
players by the shock of the tremendous concussion.
The "Buddha" acknowledged this extensive appreciation by lifting both hands and,
as he slowly turned, nodding his head. As he stood, the centre figure—in the brilliantly
lighted arena—he formed a picture which one could never forget. The upper half of
his lithe, graceful body was closely invested in a silver gray, lace collared and cuffed,
velvet jacket, gorgeously resplendent in its silver brocades and silver buttons. The
low horseshoe shaped cut at the front revealed part of an immaculate shirt, which, with
its intricate designs of silver lace and pearl buttons, approached magnificence. Knickerbockers, snug-fitting and trimmed in silver buttons and silver lace, matched the jacket.
A silver sash, silver stockings and patent-leather shoes were also in the costume. The
whole was neatly contrasted by the short, black cape which was draped carelessly from
his broad shoulders; and the small, round, heavy brimless black hat which sat at a
jaunty angle upon his head. God-like though his body was, it has his handsome face
that forced despairing sighs from the dark-eyed maidens and caused numerous cavaliers
to curse in envy. Truly he was beautiful—clear, live skin, smouldering dark eyes,
glittering teeth, the blackest hair and very comely features.
The titanic uproar having subsided into silent anticipation, the matador, followed by
his gaudy troop of toreadors, moved toward the prominently placed box occupied by
King Allinso and several less august personages. Arriving in front of the royal sector
the picturesque group came to a halt and bowed low in their respects to the first man
of the mother-country. Allinso acknowledged their courtesy (or should it be termed
condescension?) by smiling most benevolently.
There followed the usual idle talk which the meetings of the famous result in.
When the conversation was ended, Rodoff, smiling his devil-may-care smile, removed
the cape and received a red flag from an attendant.
A door on the other side opened; and a bull, curious and unsuspecting, walked
slowly out into the arena.
The matador trotted to the middle of the pit where he succeeded in attracting the
beast's attention with the anger-infusing banner.
Walenkeeno added slander, calumny and insult to the taunt of the sanguine cloth.
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and greens, dotted here and there with dull splotches of gray, brown and black, and
heightened to vividness by the flashing sunlight. The whole was covered by a cloudless, azure sky.
The band halted in the center of the open battleground.
Suddenly the maelstrom whirled into furious, rainbow-hued gyrations. A spectacular eruption—a dizzying riot of color took place as the entire assemblage rose to greet
their Idol with frantic, deafening applause. The torrid air was charged with a
ponderous din. The mighty roar even disturbed the peace and quiet of our celestial
terminus inasmuch as several golden harps were jarred from the hands of their angelic
players by the shock of the tremendous concussion.
The "Buddha" acknowledged this extensive appreciation by lifting both hands and,
as he slowly turned, nodding his head. As he stood, the centre figure—in the brilliantly
lighted arena—he formed a picture which one could never forget. The upper half of
his lithe, graceful body was closely invested in a silver gray, lace collared and cuffed,
velvet jacket, gorgeously resplendent in its silver brocades and silver buttons. The
low horseshoe shaped cut at the front revealed part of an immaculate shirt, which, with
its intricate designs of silver lace and pearl buttons, approached magnificence. Knickerbockers, snug-fitting and trimmed in silver buttons and silver lace, matched the jacket.
A silver sash, silver stockings and patent-leather shoes were also in the costume. The
whole was neatly contrasted by the short, black cape which was draped carelessly from
his broad shoulders; and the small, round, heavy brimless black hat which sat at a
jaunty angle upon his head. God-like though his body was, it has his handsome face
that forced despairing sighs from the dark-eyed maidens and caused numerous cavaliers
to curse in envy. Truly he was beautiful—clear, live skin, smouldering dark eyes,
glittering teeth, the blackest hair and very comely features.
The titanic uproar having subsided into silent anticipation, the matador, followed by
his gaudy troop of toreadors, moved toward the prominently placed box occupied by
King Allinso and several less august personages. Arriving in front of the royal sector
the picturesque group came to a halt and bowed low in their respects to the first man
of the mother-country. Allinso acknowledged their courtesy (or should it be termed
condescension?) by smiling most benevolently.
There followed the usual idle talk which the meetings of the famous result in.
When the conversation was ended, Rodoff, smiling his devil-may-care smile, removed
the cape and received a red flag from an attendant.
A door on the other side opened; and a bull, curious and unsuspecting, walked
slowly out into the arena.
The matador trotted to the middle of the pit where he succeeded in attracting the
beast's attention with the anger-infusing banner.
Walenkeeno added slander, calumny and insult to the taunt of the sanguine cloth.
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Date
1923
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
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http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/7797