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

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A SONG OF THE ROAD Under the driving wheels: and though He'd lived and died a common UO. Somehow I like to feel That somewhere in the realms of light Life's failures and life's faults despite, His vagrant soul found re-st that night His island-and Cecile. - ie f 5 5:63 In f f 'IQIW7' 7'i5'Wl E19 QQ? 49. 4

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THE IGNA TIAN The Autumn leaves are brown and sere And all the paths that brought us near Are fading off, it seems Uur Island home will be the bars Vlfhereon the foam of Cosmic wars llreaks from the guidons of the starsi I'll find you only there. Oh, Life has been a farce to me That turns at last to tragedy, I feel it isn't long to be And I don't even caref' Say, he was right, believe me, Bo: I learned the lesson long ago, And wonder why it is I go: VVhat's born in the bone Is measure of the blood, they say. VVh0? Harvard? Oh, he went away, I guess I'll go myself some day IWith lots of them Ilve known. Wfe hopped the freight for Chi one nigh And I remember now how white His face was, and the fever's light Vlfas throbbing in his eyes, Then, Holy Smoke, how cold it grew. VVhile grim we clung with lingers blue, Across the rods, a foot or 'two Above the snow-hid ties. For hours that were a space of Hell, A horror Dante couldn't tell, Half-frozen by the tempesfs swell, NVE: still hung grimly on: Till, out across the dashing snow, I saw the lights of Buffalo: I turned my head to tell him so- And Harvard-he was Gone: D Gone as a thousand others go, 7

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11, THE ICM :ITL IX It is with feelinffs ut desi et w vreciation that, as Presf 5 l l l itlent of St. Ignatius College, l accept the dedication of the present issue of Tins lliN,XTlXN, The labors of the youthful authors are as the returns of a pleasing' harvest tu the master of the field. l'I1's l., Rltllllilf, S. ul., l're5iflentl