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

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TO MY MOTHER 25 This time, in the full strength of sobriety, I met their at- tack. Very shortly I had the broom and I used it. Don't you know, next morning mother-in-law complained of her rheum- atism, and blamed it on the weather. But I am afraid I hurt her feelings. The next morning a smile of triumph flitted across the countenance of Mrs. jones as she told the tale to Mrs. Brown and received her confidante's word that it would not be re- peated. Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones no longer smoke together at the club. Ulu Mg Mather By LOUIS S. BORELLO My love for thee was deep and strong, 'When as a child I heard thy song, That calmed my fears and lulled to sleep My childish heart-my love was deep! My love for thee is deeper now, Wihen cares have caused thy form to bow, And time has sprinkled with its snow Thy golden locks that shimmered so. When years have wrinkled thy dear brow- Mother, my love is deeper now! But when together we shall stand, Before God's throne in heaven's land, And share those joys beyond man's ken- My love shall be the deepest then!-

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24 THE IGNATIAN Mrs. jones, however, belongs the glory but to Mr. Jones. It all came out at the club about two weeks later when Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith sat smoking a quiet cigar. Mellowed by the influence of some fine old silk-velvet Bourbon, Mr. Smith grew reminiscent. Jack, he began, did you folks hear the racket at my house the other night P Jack, being in at least a tolerant mood himself, replied that he remembered it very well though truth to tell, when once Orpheus wound his coils around him nothing short of a Chinese symphony could wake him. A thing of beauty is a joy forever unless it has a mother-in-law, continued Mr. Smith. Mr. Jones could hardly see how this feeble, unfounded, insidious false- hood was, in any way, connected with the previous remark, yet he listened patiently as Mr. Smith continued to say: My mother-in-law was paying us a visit. One night coming from the club, feeling a little lighthearted- you remember that night, Jack, I stumbled over the first step on my way upstairs. In a twinkling, dear mother-in-law was vigorously landing into me with a broom aided and abetted by her daughter. Be- tween the two of them they instilled in me a wholesome re- spect for amendments numbers I and II. I was in a rather. helpless condition and made no resistance. That was the iirst night. From that time on I pondered over some method that without hurting her feelings would convince Deborah's mother that our climate is not well suited to her. The other night-when you heard that infernal racket-saw the success of a little plan of mine. As I entered the house, I stumbled on the first step. I lay there playing 'possum. It worked to perfection. I could ,hear the itwo of them, awakened by the noise, debating ways and means. Their talk ended when my mother-in-law declared in that soft musical tone so character- istic of mother-in-laws, when speaking of their daughter's husband, that she would drive temperance into my soul. In 21 twitlkling they were on me, my mother-in-law carelessly Swinging a rolling pin and my wife brandishing a broom.

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Uhr manherluzt By VINCENT HALLINAN AY, can't you feel the distance call? It grips me in its restless thrall, I got to be away-that's all- just anywhere but here. The winter's coming, red and brown, The maple leaves are tumbling down, And every golden poppy crown Trernbles on hill and mere. I roamed today 'mid meadows green, With daffodil a golden sheen, And sorta scattered in between, Each pretty bluebell's mouth, And as I lay a-musing there, There came a shiver in the air, And every blade and blossom fair, Swung nodding to the South. And, Lord! 'twas just like fairy hands, Came stretching up from Southern lands, And bound my heart in magic bands From far-off Tropic belts. It's like some kind of nameless goad, A message in some mystic code, That drives me forth upon the road, The road to Somewhere-else! It leads to far-off coral strands, To palm-lined reefs and golden sands, And many dreamed-of distant lands, Adown the Southern Seas- It winds its way through purple haze, Of soft Hawaiian coves and bays, Warm with the South sun's slanting ray Kissed by the Southern breeze. S