Stanford University - Quad Yearbook (Palo Alto, CA)

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of the Stanford men who managed the bread Hnes. Stanford students Stanford helped to raise nearly two thousand dollars for the mother of the boy Quad who lost his life by the fall of the big chimney. And I shall never forget igio the fine spirit of the fellow who went home with the body of the la ddie who lost his life in Encina. The sympathy of Stanford men and women in times of distress is to me touching. And let me add this bit of testi- mony. I have known much wilful wickedness, much foolishness, among students, but I have never known a Stanford man to do a mean thing. Ten years have marked changes in the manners and morals of students, a better relation between the Hall and the Row, and a larger reverence for religion. The corporate conscience is a little blunt, pro- fanity and betting are painfully common, moral leadership is scarce ; but fine fellowship is here, delightful friendship, and splendid loyalty. And the Stanford spirit has at last learned to express itself in terms of self- denial and self-sacrifice. Nearly ten years ago I watched the workmen dig for the foundation of the Memorial Church. I saw it built stone by stone. And after weeks of preparation for the great event, I took part in the services of dedica- tion. From then until three months or so before the earthquake the work of decorating went on. Our Easter service on Sunday, April 15th, seemed to mark the real completion of the Church. On the following Wednesday its glory had departed. In its short life the Church laid firm hold on the afl: ections of Stan- ford men and women. May God speed the day when, once again, we may sing Te Deum within its walls. Another ten years will restore all our buildings, develop our vast estate and do much to improve the process of benevolent assimilation which has made Stanford beloved of her sons and daughters. D. CHARLES GARDNER.

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igio Stanford ReiTiiniscences of Stanford Life Quad I began m wurk aim nig Stanford students over ten years ago as Rector of All Saints Episcopal Church, Palo Alto. My first pastoral job was interesting. A Stanford freshman was commended to my pastoral care. I went to call upon him. I found, not a lone sheep of my new pasture, but a scattered flock. The young man was a freshman, his wife had entered a preparatory school, and the baby had gone to the movmtains ! People think a clergyman ' s life is uninteresting. On the contrary, it is as diversified as that of a lawyer, deputy sheriff, and doctor com- bined. I have three revolvers as mute reminders of lively times in a cjuiet college town. I could tell of many a tragedy which never reached the press. Some lively times were duly reported. For instance, one night a deputy sheriff broke down the jail door and took a poor Chinese slave girl, who had been arrested on a fictitious charge of larceny, to the county road opposite the entrance to the University, and there, at 2 o ' clock in the morning, she was tried by our local Justice of the Peace, fined five dollars and turned over to two Chinamen, her owners. With the help of two good Stanford men I called a public meeting. Stanford students came by scores — with a rope ! But it was not used. Instead, they sub- scribed eighty-seven dollars toward a prosecution fund. And so it has always been in my experience — Stanford students are always ready to lend a hand. I came to the campus seven years ago. Imagine my consternation when I found General Miles seated in the front row at my first Chapel service. Soon after my advent I heard a refreshing bit of criticism. A freshman had been asked his opinion of the new chaplain. Oh, he is stuck up, he is affected in his preaching, and he ' s English — a damning combination. In those days a student friend of mine very kindly arranged a meeting of representative men at Encina one Sunday after- noon. But I was exhorted not to wear my silk hat ! The old order changeth, yielding place to new, and now I dine at the Coyote Club in my tuxedo. In those days a man who walked about the campus with his trousers turned up was generally asked whether it was raining in London. Now low shoes and turned up breeks are manly fashions, and the stock- ings as variegated as the Tartans of Scotland. But give me Stanford men to work with. Who can ever forget the fine spirit of helpfulness in the time of our typhoid epidemic? In the days following the earthquake I was the cook of the Stanford camp near ' alencia street, and I witnessed day by day the unselfish labor 6

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