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

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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.

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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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28 WHITE AND GOLD Strange7 is it not, that. when all round about us, Earthis simplest plans breathe of promise fulfilled, Only humanitfs yearning ambitions Fail of attainment, and striving is stilled? Backed by an etTort that cannot be nothing; Lived by. fought for, while smiling days pass; There comes in the pzithi'ay some circumstance greater, Bringing a failure and heart-break at last. III. Come, star-lit night! serenity, And calm. and majesty is yours. Oblivion and peace you bring. And rest again sweet hope restores. Your silent beauty seems to say. HSleep, soul! and lay your cares avav. With hope, eternal yet, again mell rise to greet the coming dav. Jilili A Spanish Legend BY MARGUERITE ERZINGER In the old California days. before gold was discovered and the modern thirst for money had arisen, when the land V'as divided into the estates of the Padres. o'reat ranches. where mighty herds of cattle roamed at will, and tiny pueblos populated by light- hearted music and danee-loving people, dotted the land; when romance was the wine of life. and the old Spanish and Mexican dons were. by an unwritten law, feudal lords over their estates and people, there was in the southern portion of the fertile Joaquin valley, some fifty miles from a lively pueblo. since be- come a large modern city, a typical Spanish ranch known as ttEl Ranchn de Ins Fluresii tthe ranch 0f the flowersi. owned by one Don Valentine Mi 'anda. a worthy and honorable Spaniard. in whose veins tiowed some of the proudest blood of old Castile. 0n the crest of a gently sloping hill stood the ranch house, a rambling adobe structure, veritahly sleeping amidst the rose- vines and jasmine in the heat. of inid-day. surrounded near at hand by great oak and pepper trees and various species of palm, with wild California poppies tlannting their bright faces to the sun in between everywhere. T0 the east. the horizon was filled with hills which sloped to meet the sky, shadowed by purple mists peculiar alone to the mountains of California and Italy. Meeting the hills were vast grain fields and grazing grounds, in which thousands of sleek cattle and horses roamed at will, A small stream running in a deep gulch or canyon hack of the house watered the ranch, and marked its devious course with tender, green willow trees, while near at hand were small orchards and vineyards, a wine-press, and luxuriant berry vines.