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

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Published 9' o 61112 Jlgnatmn Quarterly by the Students of St. Ignatius University San Francisco, Cal. October, 1917 i Srntinrl Burk, Hnzrmitr LL hail sublime and lofty Sentinel, Thou guardian of Yosernite's green dell- Sequoia's bower. Majestic giant, towering granite wall, To watch where yon the silver waters fall In mystic shower. No flow'ry paths adorn thee with their bloom- Tall whispering pines send forth their rich perfume Athwart thy ledges. Beneath thy feet the powdered highways run All bright with mottled sheen of noonday sun At river's edges. The clouds in billows toss their snowy manes About thy crevices and rugged fanes As we behold thee. Who sets for all a time and place to grow, Still keeps thee spite of all, that man may know Whose Hand did mold thee. Edouard W. L. Rouleau

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El CQQQ Ci'lS'5g W T K J hr Cblumnm' uf mar AR as conceived by some people may be likened to a game of chess. They look upon it more or less as the interesting pastime of rival kings, in which a multitude of human pawns are placed upon the .chess board of the battlefield and with cold scien- nd order are maneuvered, moved and sacri- tilic precision a Heed in one great game. The chess board may represent the battleiield. The pawns of the game are the companies and battalions of living soldiers, the obedient instruments of belligerent governments. The game itself is war, stripped of all its realism and dread significance, nothing more than an array of moving units. But there is another and truer conception of warg a con- ception of war not as a scientific contest or a strategic enter- prise of nations, but as the hideous expression of passion triumphant over reason, the wild orgy of ghastly exploits and sanguinary strifeg the embodiment of all that is abhor- rent to the eye of man, of all that is most repulsive to his feelings, of all that is most adverse to the natural yearnings of his heart. And well we might conceive of war as such. Shattering all the sweet ties of domestic happiness, peace and simple contentment, war, like some clutching fist of mail, reaches into the hallowed precincts of the home and snatches from out the warmful associations and loving sympathies of family life, the very iiower of young manhood. And for what? To tear those beloved creatures into pieces with jagged shot, until they starve and parch and perish through days of endless torture, deserted on the battlefield. Proud cities, the costly products of ceaseless human toil, have raised their towering edifices with civic majesty. But war transforms the healthful activity of industry into the wild,