Our cascarone ball.
What is a cascarone ball?
Ah, yes; you are non-Catholic, and have another legend in your Church.
A cascarone ball is an eggshell ball — cascaron, eggshell, you see. It is a festival of our people, kept by all good Catholics and Mexicans.
Don Mariano shows me a printed notice of this festival; a grand affair, to be given in a noble hall, with a fine orchestra, and a splendid supper.
We accept his invitation to the egg-shell dance.
On going to our rooms, we hwith tea; for after supper, the dons and caballeros steal away to whisky bars, where three or four doses of their fire-water serve to wake the demons that sleep in every Mexican eye. Each don and caballero wears a poignard in his vest.
Good Catholics, true caballeros, whispers Don Mariano, as he bows adieu; you see we keep the festivals of our faith!
Good Catholic first, true caballero second, ell Don Mariano?
Yes, senor; a mixed blood may be Mexican first, Catholic afterwards; a Sp
upils have you on the books?
About two hundred names.
The numbers vary with the seasons, but we usually have two hundred names on our list.
Such numbers are not large.
It may console the fathers to know that they have more volumes on their shelves than any other college in California.
It may console them more to find that they have a longer list of students than the Methodist University in Santa Clara.
But the Evangelical colleges are many, while the Jesuit college is only one.
Catholics have one school at San Jose, a second school at San Francisco, but non-Catholics have fifty schools in these great towns.
The Jesuits are training six hundred children in these schools; the rival bodies are training more than twenty thousand children in these towns.
Considering how lately the whole population was Catholic and Mexican, and more Catholic than Mexican, the numbers now remaining under Jesuit teaching are assuredly not large.
A greater question still remains: how far have