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

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Uhr Qlnnnrript ROM Alsace to the sea, France gaily bleeds Along her stricken bordersg dares behold The ever-lessening ranks of men and gold That are her lifeg the Belgian Monarch leads, From the red hoof-beats of the Uhlans' steeds, His troops, that languish in an alien fold ' Or dying on the last frontier they hold, Subscribe their passion to War's fiercest creeds. Russia, poor, mighty, manumitted slave, Tastes the worst fruits of Freedom's empery And blinded by their essence, cannot see The yawning chasm of her national grave. One day Roumania bared her battle-glaive Then saw her armies vanish in a sea, Engulfing, of the Teuton infantry, A Conqueror's banner on her turrets wave. And Serbia saw her wasted legions piled In typhus gravesg beheld her ravished lands A blackened prey to the invaders' brands- Fought grimly, fiercely-and her trumpet wild Thrilled with her death cry. On her hearths defiled Flowed Montenegrds blood and Austrian hands Wrought for her mountaineer's enslaving bands, And ancient castles of Cettinje spoiled. For every foot of ground her armies gain Another life is lost to Italy:- Still can the last, out-posting sentry see, Though two long years are From Alpine fastnesses, the And blooming realms of his And knows at last, however That all the gallant sacrifice rolling plain own Lombardy, bitterly, is vain. blasted with their slain

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AN INTERVIEW PVITH ARCHBISHOP H.+lNN.fl 25 of letting me know that the interview was over. I assured him that it was, and having thanked him for his kindness, I departed. As I walked down Franklin Street the picture of Arch- bishop Hanna lingered in my memory. His friendly smile, his kind tone of voice, and his wonderful personality all came back to me, and no doubt they will do so for many days to come. I was most pleased with my interview, so pleased in fact, that I forgot about being angry with Father Cantwell for deserting me in the hallway. E Darrell W. Daly.- slgfgyw ' 115-vjl I- . -QF ' ,

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THE CONSCRIPT And England's transports ply the Seven Seas, Whose far-flung empire calls the battle peal, And bares the blade for Mother Britain,s weal. Indian, Gurkha, Anzac, Sengalese Press to the Flemish shambles without cease. And the astounding Prussian eats their steel, Sees column back on shattered column reel Before his might and scorns to call them Peace Daunted, nor conquered by a world of foes, Reckless he dares the sovereignties that rule The fullest concourse of their power to pool And come against himg all his chance he throws In one fell cast to test their vaunted blows. Who counts him beaten yet but acts the fool! Out of the red rack, ruthless, aye! and cruel But still magnificent his valor grows. But Lo! There flames athwart the tyrant's hold Thy sword, Columbia, for Justice drawn, Undaunted by the gladiator's brawn Untempted by the Teuton's blood-stained gold. For thee, dear Mother, are our bosoms bold, For thee our swords shall usher Freedom's dawn. And, Conscript brother, know what task is thine: We iill the breaches made in Prussia's foes, On her ambitious insolence the blame! Not that it's choice of either yours or mine, The sword is girded to our sidesg God knows The least we're going to do is play the game! 27 ! V. W. Hallimm.