St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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MY ONE BEST BOOK 17 more of your weak writing, for you will soon feel the sting of death from my sword. I made a lunge at him and just missed his nose with my bat by a narrow margin. I then sorely regretted hav- ing made him such a big, stalwart brute, as I am not above the medium height, but perhaps my very thinness saved my life. Tired and dripping we stopped for breath with overtopped table between us. Now Mr. James Kennedy, I puffed, I would like to know why you beset me so sorely without any apparent cause. 'lWhat cause have I to beset you P he snorted. Why, look at me. You have made me wear the same suit of clothes through the whole story. About the middle of it you made me take off my Shoes without putting them on again, and I have been going around barefooted since. I have had no sleep or anything to eat for about three Weeks, and then you say what cause have I. Well, it's for you to defend yourself, so get ready. So saying he charged me, and soon I weakened under the strain. I could no longer hold up my bat to ward off his thrusts. My weapon fell, he plunged his sword into my heart and everything was sent into oblivion. I awoke as I fell out of the armchair. It had only been a dream and I was perspiring freely from the excitement of it. I stood up and took my book, found a leather bag, rope and a window weight. Putting them all into a satchel, I walked, in the stillness of the night, down to the wharf and cast them into the dark waters of the bay, vowing at the same time that I would never try to write a book again. W. E. Hunt.

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Alma maint anh the Mugs Brain hy ily: Autlmr at the Alumni Banqurt, Nun. EE, 1511 - i -. li l T happened, not so very long ago, That Alma Mater, always keen for knowledge, Chanced in an idle hour to glance through A catalogue of St. Ignatius College. You're all familiar with the book in question 5 It's issued at the time of graduation- Contains a mass of stuff you've never read, Compiled in fact for strangers' admiration. A prosy pamphlet full of names and figures, High sounding courses, Greek and Latin data, With lists of prizes, teachers, scholarships And quite a lot of other useless chatter. Turning the leaves at random Alma Mater Came to the list of those who had degrees, Arranged by years in uninviting rows Of staid A. M.'s and quite as staid A. B.'s. Now Alma Mater, if the truth be told, Although a creature oft by poets sung, Is not a blushing sweet-and-twenty girl- The brutal truth is, she's no longer young. 'Tis not polite to talk of ladies' ages, And yet her birth the records sternly Hx g Though well preserved, unwrinkled, rather pretty, She's not a year this side of fifty-six! Being thus far advanced in years our Alma Is gifted with a tireless verbosity,