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

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mintrr HE soft white Hakes of snow descend To earth from leaden skies, So soon to clothe the dull, brown fields In robes of other guise. O'er hill and dale, o'er roof and thatch, The wintry traces fallg As if to vest the ground with warmth, At Nature's silent call. Now lies the rushing stream at rest, Frozen by icy blastg And o'er the lake and shallow pool The enchanter's spell is cast. The earth has sought her winter's nest, To slumber, wrapt in whitep 'Till gentle warmth the cover lifts, And spring flowers blossom bright. Warren W. Brown

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28 IGNATIAN exactitude of his definitions is without a par. He, with St. Augustine, wanted to know, not to conjecture. Thus it is that his physical treatises border closely upon and often lapse into a philosophical strain. But there can be no ob- jection to a trained philosopher and theologian like St. Thomas embellishing physical science with his knowledge of the higher and nobler sciences. With such as Aquin this is a most welcome method-but there are few like St. Thomas. The true scientist has nothing to fear from religion. Both proceed from the same source and one cannot contra- dict the other. Again, there never has been any revelation as to the properties of bodies, the nature oif motion and all such. In other words, there is no revealed chemistry, no revealed astronomy, and no revealed physics. These are natural sciences depending specifically upon themselves and unable to borrow from theology either the laws of their being or the methods that could accelerate their progress. All this was known to St. Thomas, and when human investigation could do no more he murmured a Laus Deo. Learned man that he was he knew better than to build a. system upon unfounded hypotheses. Truly, the spirit of God moved over his work. And his critics afore- mentioned, not only cast a shadow upon themselves and their profession, but they show exceedingly bad taste. C. Harold Caulfield.

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uimtinfging Efhnmpznif' RANK THOMPSON sank wearily to a bench in the deserted square. The trees, M shorn of their foliage by the winds of Au- jxwgtff, tumn, offered little resistance to the fierce onslaughts of wintry blasts. The cold LJ ' chilled him to the bone, as he hastily but- toned his light overcoat. A frown chased across his fore- head and vanished. His face was frank and open and pos- sessed of a determined look. Thompson fought hardest when the tide of battle turned against him. Scarcely a year previous Thompson had been graduated from college a full-fledged lawyer-a hopeful LL. B. Six months or more of rebuffs had somewhat dampened his ardor, but not a whit dismayed him. Even that afternoon he was returning from a fruitless search for employment. And during this whole period he had grown wiser in the art of approaching irascible lawyers, some met him cor- dially, but none seemed sufficiently impressed by his per- sonality to offer him a position. This, however, caused Thompso-n no great anxiety. He was rapidly becoming hardened. At last the young lawyer arose and walked hurriedly out of the square, whistling a cheerful tune. Darkness was mantling the great city, and already the electric signs, like signs of the Zodiac, were twinkling out their messages. Far overhead a brilliant glare caught his eye, and as he read the words: What Do You Want Most For Christmas? he awoke from his reverie to the happy fact that Christmas was less than two months distant. What do I want most? he mused. Well, it costs