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

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T II E E R ES II M A X . 23 daloary’a (Crnaa (Planted by Archbishop Wemany many years ago,on a mountain overlooking the city.) edemption's sign! I plitted High o’er the western title: t h! tell the varied stories That in thy breast reside: The tales of wild adventure: The tales of bitter woe: The tales of holy comfort That set thy heart aglow. Alas! the proud invader ho trod this hallowed spot. W ho scorned my saving lessons And my warnings soon forgot. Mis wailings ever haunt, me As the dismal night wind howls: When earth and sea are shrouded His spirit ’round me prowls. I’ve watched the storm tossed billows Dash 'gainst the (iolden (late. With the lightning from the heavens Sealing mortals' fate. I-or years I've stood to brave it— guide to point the way I nto the realms of gladness I ’nto eternal day. I've seen the Jasons enter. The burnished strait below. In quest of gold and treasure: nd I’ve seen them go Proudly sailing to the sea Rich with their yellow gain. I’ve seen them ride the billows. I've seen them dashed amain. The just are gently sleeping In the shadow where I fall: And calmly they are waiting (iabriel's judgment call. P.ut throngs around me gather And listen to my voice— These turn my tears to gladness— These make my heart rejoice: Led by the sons of Francis They climb the way through me That leads where bask the nations 'Xeatli the sun of eternity. — I’RANCIS J. ('RKEI)K.

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T II E !♦ R ES II M A X . raised from the ruins a house of prayer to (iod and turned the stony Redman to he its most devout worshipper. When the missions are in starvation we see him walking 240 miles in quest of food and returning laden. To baptize the children was his insatiable passion. To preach the word of (iod was his aim. ( )ften was he found in the pulpit beating his unbared chest with a sharp stone and applying burning torches to his flesh in order to do penance for his lowly auditors and to illustrate hell’s torments. “To labor is to pray.” said the old solitaries. Serra. before death closed his eyes, founded nine missions— San Diego. San Carlos. San Antonio. San Gabriel. San Luis Obispo. Mission Dolores (San Francisco). San Juan Cap istrano. Santa C lara and San lUtena Ventura. He would come to one of. these places, raise a cross on high and build a booth about it. The ground and booth he consecrated and christened with the name of a saint and celebrated holy mass. With this simple ceremony over he left two of his friars in charge with some soldiers to guard them. All that these could call their own were several head of cattle and some seed. Krom this humble beginning mighty institutions arose. In upper California alone. 5143 Indians were converted to Christ in a short time and lived a thoroughly civilized Christian life. Immense fields were operated in which the Indians toiled. For recompense they received food, clothing and education. With absolutely no worry they lived care free. The morning Angelus roused them from slumber and summoned them to the holy sacrifice. fter breakfasting they labored till the hour of eleven when they would lunch and rest. At two o’clock they resumed work until relieved bv the sound of the Angel’s evening song. Supper over, they had their games, races and dances which they entered into with a spirit of inno cent mirth. The illustrious founder of so noble a work was not destined to survive it long. For many years he was suffering from heart trouble, but this, the inevita ble cause of his death, could in no wis«» restrain his ardor nor stop his attempt at a thorough visitation of all his missions. Though worn and very lame he journeyed on foot from San Diego to Monterey and then to San Carlos where he remained in broken health. ()n the evening before his death luni-pero Serra repaired to the church to receive the last holy rites. The service fo» the dying was read and our holy man summoned all his strength to answer the prayers. Returning to his cell he sank on his rough couch and prayerfully awaited the coming end. ()utside the covered walks knelt the Indians and around his bedside knelt his brethren With a last faint effort he raised his hand to bless them and with the “cum spiritu saucto his spirit winged it flight to its God. On the spot where he had labored so long Fr. Junipero Serra sleeps in eternal peace. His grave Once green with the verdure placed there with loving hands now is o’er steeped with the ruins of the stone church of San Carlos. 'The thousands of acres about, once the smiling fields of the Indians, are now in strange hands that revere not the hallowed past. Hut all was not in vain. Though Serra sleeps in the ruins of bis work, his Christlike spirit has gone forth and has conquered cities and the hearts of men. Johx J. Scin.APpr.

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JKrrfihnum (Sitting at the UiUa by llir £ ra AFTER a long session of hard study the Freshman Class and its professors looked forward with genuine pleasure to the annual outing. In High School a day’s picnic was considered sufficient recreation, hut the increased study and “dignity” accompanying the name of “Freshman required an excursion of at least two days. Through the kindness of Rev. Fr. R. A. (Ileeson, S. J. we were granted the freedom of Man-resa. a delightful villa overlooking the placid waters of the blue Monterey I lay. After a month of preparation, we were at last off for the finest time we had ever experienced. And then when we arrived there and gazed about in silent admiration of the encircling beauty, ejaculations of wonder and appreciation escaped the lips of all. The Villa commands an unobstructed view of the water. There not a ship was seen, no sign of man’s hollow conquest over the deep. The bay was as smooth as glass; the sunbeams played among the wavy hills and valleys with sparkling energy. The billows charged upon the seemingly primeval shore with an unrelenting persistency to reach the rocky bluff that stood as a hairier to their advance. Turning, we behold the mountain clothed in all the splendor of its virgin growth. There we see a farm house nestling amid the shelter of an orchard: and far beyond the towering summits of the Santa Cruz Mountains peer above a grove of giant redwoods. We do not wonder when told that this is where the fathers of the Society of Jesus seek a retreat from the bustling activity of college life. Again we survey the surrounding glories and utter a mental “Laud ate ” 'Then of a sudden we are startled bv the shrill whistle of a locomotive and snatched from our Eden and thrown again into the world of progress and action. but the sweetness of that stolen dream shall ever remain with 11s. Dropping our luggage in the house we all raced to the beach to enjoy the indescribable pleasure of a dip in the surf In mad haste we jump into our suits and all made a wild run to revel in the ever-advancing breakers. Oh! the glory of a plunge in those playing waves! Enlivened with renewed energy, we dress hurriedly and return to the house. “And what a sight was there.” The sizzling of steaks, the mashed jx tatoe the aroma of coffee, all uniting to increase our ravenous appetites. We can neve repay ilia1 (Jood Samaritan who gave up the pleasure of a swim to prepare our dinner: but we are sure