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

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Top row: Lolly. Owon. Proul . L. Norton. Dolmon. McAlliitor. Honwood. Roddy. Fourth row: Lothom. Mohor. Clishom. Sodini, Pholon Ennit, Buich, AJlon. Third row: Moffo . Borroft. McArdlo, O'Roilly. Bigliori. Colo. Bonjoon, Hoyt. Bjrko. Second row: Miloni. Mitcholl, Woognor. Honnotty. Mocorthy. Hooot. Rico. Bionchi. Fir row: Mr. Rock. S.J.. U. Wolth, Gibbons. Rocho. Fr. R. O'Rourko. S.J.. Smith. Wilton. Fr. O'Moro. SJ.. Mr. Dropor. SJ.

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College and High School. Von Ness Avenue. 1905 The ever-growing need for space, and more space, necessitated the move, in 1880, from Market Street to Van Ness Avenue. Here St. Ignatius developed to a surprising degree. Large classroom building, a magnificent church, an ouditorium. a library, a gym that was considered the best equipped on the Pacific Coast all this was St. Ignatius at the height of her prosperity.

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Top row: Scromoglio. Holl, Rich- ord on. Wi liomion. Collin . B. Sul- livon. Croom. McGuinn . Trood- w ll. Fourth row: Billont . Roich- ling. Loach. Lynch. Bu«oni. Forloy. McGottigan. Brown. Doolittlo. Bric- co. Guddoo. Third row: Stono. Dochouor. Fovro, Griffin. Noil. Millor. McLoughlin. Zioboll. Koot- ing. Jim Brown. Quilici. Socond row: Don Sullivon. Aguirro. O'Con- nor. Dawson, Montovordi. Gagon. Don Sullivan, Nowsom. Brown, Wollgron. Fir t row: Brothor Me- Tiguo. S.J.. Mr. Clark. $J.. Fr. O Rourko. SJ.. Fr. O Mora. SJ.. Mr. Mutante. S.J., Fr. The belief that existence is merely physical is an often disproved heresy, and most men will profess it obviously false: yet how many of us order—or rather disorder—our lives and our thoughts by this belief. Mon is portly animal, but he is a very high type of animal. He can see more than wood and leaf in a tree, and more than air in the sky. more than darkness when there is not light. He can see with more than his eye. and if he does not, he is only potentially a man. This spring some of us vho thought we wanted to moke a retreot went to a very lovely 'prison. For two doys we were asked to keep silence, and. surprisingly enough, we did. It is a strange feeling to see more in two days than in four years of school. We were trapped. At first there were trees to see and paths to walk and books to read. But one who sees only trees tires of it. and paths become weary. There are many pious books but few good ones. Good books are sick- ening to the thoughtless, and poor books should be sickening to everyone. We were trapped. Each soul was faced with the fact thot he could see more than things. He must see God. and the devil, and. most frightening of all. he must see himself. How many of us merely endured those two days and came home to run on in the senseless race, we cannot soy. But we do know thot the world in its infinity was opened to us. and now we must ockowledge in our hearts that things ore not what they seem to be. -Senior Retreat A RETREATANT