University of San Francisco - USF Don Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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 4 T H E FR ES II M A X . (0ur Srarlirr 31 I were an artist I would paint, With brush and color, all of gold, The image of a heavenly saint. 11 I were a sculptor I would mould A figure, with an angel’s face, Shining with peace and holy love, A face, alight with God's great grace. Pure and white as the unsullied dove. In later years these thoughts shall remain Through whatever comes or whatever goes, With a loving fondness shall we retain. This image of Our Teacher. C. Stanley Kelly.

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iflmmliitht mt llir Drfirrt i JTTllK shimmering landscape fades W a va and tile long, arid wastes arc concealed in the bosom of the night The silhouette of the distant mountains appears vividly in the pale light of the rising moon, as o'er the peaks it sends its slanting rays adown the undulating drifts of sand that sparkle and reflect its soft light. A solemn, sepulchered stillness pervades the scene. Xo hooting owl or crying coyote or sweet nightingale is heard within these hounds. The dull whir of the constellations pursuing their certain course through the heavens seems to break the silence. Save this, untiling stirs. L'p the mystic desert skv mounts the orb of night, disclosing a ghasth trail lying like a long pale scar across the desert’s ghostly face. It leads to a distant range, black, stark, and im- penetrable. The inky shadows of the cactus alternating with the silvery light spots are thrown in spectered disorder along the way. and I tremble to pursue mv course. I hit the satiny orb of the midnight hour smiles above me and floods the scene with her rippling waves of silver. How peaceful seems all! The dark, sombre hills rear their forms to the star-bedecked heavens and the lone tree on the far-away crest seems ashine with a shower of diamonds. Such is the desert wrapped in the moon’s bright beams. Mere apart from the maddening whirl do we behold Hod's creation untouched by man. unpolluted by the march of progress. Mii.ton IIai.ky. £iutart Sunset has turned To wastes of glittering gold, The wooded peaks That tower in the air; As down the slopes They cast their shadows rare. And to my heart Sweet beauty they unfold. ’ Wm. J. Kkm.y.

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T II K I- K KS II M A X . 5 Arrial Nauigattnn A S I UMAX nature evolves, new - T faculties are coming into existence constantly. Our inventive genius has developed for us the wireless telegraph wireless telephone, the steam turbine, and the automobile, many new means of communication, and even undertaken tc obtain for us mechanical (light. The past three generations of mankind have accomplished for us more in mechanical apparatus than will ever be recorded in the history of invention. ()nr ancestors of ancient (Irecce and Rome were, without dispute, our superiors in art. sculpture, and oratory; yet they made but little progress and gave but little application to the laws of physical science. That the progress of the world would remain at a standstill is against the laws of nature, hence impossible; and as it is not at all improbable that the future mode of transportation will differ tn a greater extent from the present., than the present from the past, why not universal aerial navigation? The ‘lunger and the chances of injury are too great.” say some. I hit every new invention has its skeptics. fter Icarus and the rest of the fabled living men of antiquity the first authenticated air craft appeared at the close of the eighteenth century, when the Montgolfier Brothers, sons of a wealthy paper manufacturer of France, held the attention of the whole world with a hot-air balloon. Spherical ballooning dates from that incident in the year 1783. Like all great inventions, it began on a small scale, until today we have the modern leviathans of the air. The Montgolfiers first began with small paper balloons, but these were soon followed by larger balloons of cloth, in which a sheep, a duck, and a chicken, were involuntary passengers. lint this became tiresome for the French gentlemen of that (lav, and the n y 7 spirit of human adventure strongly asserted itself. The King of I 'ranee, being both proud of and interested iti the work of the Montgolfiers, was in favor of sending two condemned criminals on a flight, but M. Pelatrie Dc Rosier earned immortal fame, as the French chroniclers put it. by his opposition to such a plan. “Y hat.” said he. “send two criminals into the royal atmosphere above us? Xo. 1 will go myself.” 'I he King, pressed by the will of his subjects, yielded very reluctantly to the courtier’s importunities, and four months later, a balloon was made of linen cloth, about seventy-eight feet high. The envelope had a wide mouth with an iron grate suspended across it. on which a fire was built. The morning of the ascension dawned bright and clear, and M. De Rosier, together with Marquis d’Arlarnes. started on the first excursion of mankind into the atmosphere above us. Fortunately a safe trip was made; no accidents being met with except the unfortunate burning of the envelope. The greater part of the world at that date, ignorant of the limitations of the atmosphere, grew over-enthusiastic and imagined it would be possible to visit the moon and the planets. From then on ballooning has been more or less perfected. Spaulding. Roberts, Pynchon. Bell, and many others have contributed much to this department of aeronautics practical, but with Santos Dumont rests the distinction of