San Diego State University - Del Sudoeste Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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26 WHITE AND GOLD at us shyly. if we were not looking. hut quickly turned away when she caught 11s watching her. Finally I said. ttAitO, you remember Mrs. Wray and Elinoriw IIYes, yes! Vera well, ees she, in WIeriea? I like vera much to see herf, . IINO, I replied. tIthey are in Japan. They were well when I saw them a year ago. They spoke of you very often. Elinor was so fond of you. How did you come over here?H I had heard something about it, but had forgotten. HI come to IMerica with Mees Wray and 1913101: Then she go back. She want me go back, hut I stay. Fnje. he love me. He say, tYou marry me. We work and save one. two, three, four year,ethen we go hack to Japan and live finef It is four years nowfI She, sighed wistfully. Just then, a short, brown- skinned man eame running across a miniature hamhoo hridge, bearing high upon his shoulders a plump. almond- eyed boy. The youngster had hold of his fathers hair and was kicking his father vigor- ously in the ehest. The man was enjoyng it immensely. Aito turned, brushed away a tear and beckoned to them. The child waved his arms frantically, therehy greatly endangering his balance. When her hus- hand reached her side, she took the child, kissed him7 then intro- duced Fuje to us. saying we had lived in Japan and knew Mrs. Wray. He was quite att'ahle and asked us veneerning Japan, whether or not we liked it. He told us that he like Meriea hest; Aito still loved Japan. She vas homesick, now, for the cherry- hlossoms. I could well sympathize with her, and wished she were going back with us. We were soon ehatting' merrily. He took us through the garden, showing us various examples of landscape gardeniiw, of which he was very proud; the artificial stream. with the ducks swimming about; the peculiarly eut trees and shrubs; the idols, the quaint benches; the stone lanterns; his pet cocks. All of these were very dear to his heart, Aito lingered a few paces behind us. grazing off wistfully toward the setting sun and the land beyond. We had now reached the gate and stood talking with Fuje, who was telling us of his plans and hopes for this beautiful garden. Aito came from the. tea-house, carrying three little packages tied up in colored paper which she begged us to accept. The sun had dropped into the western waters. Only the pink glow remained. A cricket in the hedge ehirruped merrily. The frogs were tuning up. In the shadow of the big arched gateway stood the little group waving adieu.

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WHITE AND GOLD 25 ling eddy of the digestive juices. With one spontaneous gulp. the partially prv-digestod and prepared preparation sails ma- gestioaliy down the rvd vanal, Ito! tho tempting morsel is gone. Jaws An Afternoon in a Tea Garden BY EDITH KINNEAR We struck the big gong and waited. Presently there ap- peared at the heavy wooden gate tho daintiust little almond- oyed girl. who looked as if she had just stepped off from Umy 1ady,s teacupfi Her smooth. black hair x'as combed 11p. and back from a rather high forehead. Above. it vas coiled and twisted into a rather elaho iate voit'furo, which was held in place by numerous comhs and pins. Coquettishly perched over the left car was a bright scarlet gev a ranium. Her eyes had a ques- f - tioning, appealing look VVhon she laughed, showing two rows of sparkling tooth, enhanced not a little by lips faintly rouged, she had a trivk of closing her eyes also, which was charming. Something in her manner, in her appear- ant-e, took nw hack to fair Japan. VVhoro and when had I soon her before? Feminine vroaturvs that we are, it was hor kimona that sent us into silent raptures of delight. We never saw any- thing so beautiful, not even in Japan. It was of golden brown t-ropv do chino. It had caught tlw glory of the summers sun. It hold the colors of tho autumn woods. It whispored' the sadness of the haro, brown earth. It laughed tho gladnoss of the first spring day, when the first green leaves vomo pooping up into the world of living things. It rotiw-tod tho glint ot' a dying sunset, and tho melting mists of a rainbow. It was not the subtle color alone whivh revealed the conjuroris art. but the omhroidory. A myriad of golden hutterttivs Huttvrod down from tho shoulders to the hem of the garment oach was exquisitely wrought. We in- stinctively held our breath lest they become frightened am! 113' away. We must have been staring to the point of rudeness. for she blushed slightly. made a slight murtosy and bade us enter. Like a Hash came hor nanw. ttAito. that is your name. is it not? Do you not remmnhor 11114,, She did not answer. but pattern! quickly down the path to tho toa-house. Vthn we arrived at tho tva-houso, a long hamhoo arbor, con- taining rustic tables and chairs. slw was talking vxvitedly to a woman who was holding a young hahy. Japanese fashion. The older woman lmsied herself. preparing the tea over a chartsoal brazivr. Aito went after t-akos and sot the table. She would glanm-

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WHITE AND GOLD 27 mu m lntrospection W BY WINIFRED ELDRED. '12 I. The dawning of a day breaks forth. In Caladorahs happy land. The regal sun his splendor throws On craggy elitf-on golden strand. Yon purple haze. which melts away, Is 10st. in lighth oTerpowering ray; Still freshness does the earth display. How blest with hope the rising day! Canst thou, 0 soul, 110w arise, with the dawning, Blest With your youth, and the joy of your worth? Yours is the freedom. The life of the morning Lends itself here, to the work of the earth. Here, where the bright, burnished blue of the heavens Finds itself matched in the waters below: Where, divinely. each shimmer from sunlight above you Rocks, 0n the dancing wave sea breezes blow, Where the dazzling white purity. drifting toward Never-Land, Leaves its chill touch in the nlountain-top snow. Where the green fields of wavingr grass. wind-swept and tossing. Reveal and proclaim where the volets grow. Canst tihou not find for thy work, inspiration? Taking blest hope from the bright, shining blue? Promise of conquering, sureness of victory. Earth seems to offer them freely to you. II. 0 dream of beauty! Plenitude Of Caladorahs midday mood! Now soft, white mists embracing hold The surfs strong rays, in dream of gold. And heavy, in the atmosphere. The pink rose petals droop and fall, Far, far away the green sea breaks. Tn curling foam, its white way takes. 0 blissful vision! remain yet a moment! Stay, happy power, that can make us forget! Perhaps in the mere heeting charm of your loveliness. Hopes born in lifeTs morning may bear fruitage yet. Surely the incense-fraught bursting 0f blossom. The triumph of fiora. in glorious huet Has but this meaning: to paint, with its brightness, The scene of our own cherished Visions7 come true.