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

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THE HERMITS ROSARY In the purple of fast fading twilight He sits telling his beads strand by strand. While directly before him in plain sight Runs the time-telling hour-glass sand. While upon him age surely is creeping. Is claiming his fast failing strength. Vet for him age was not made for weeping, Tis no season of wearying length. Need we look for the source of his glory? Xav, ’tis obvious, patent and plain— 'Tis the same sweet and beautiful story Which is told on the Rosary’s chain. What a solace is such a devotion! What a well-spring of joy and of grace! To feel sure in our every motion The full power of winning life’s race. O Maria! Christ’s glorious mother. O Sweet Virgin! most pure and most wise, We beseech thee, and trust in no other. For our prayers you will never despise. With the feelings of John the Apostle, As when told bv his Lord to “Behold! To you, tenderest Mother, most docile, Through the Ros’ry our cares we unfold. William A. O’Brien.

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24 THE IGXATJA.X place and the need of God’s wisdom in the direction of human affairs. As Catholics we have our convents where the veiled nun teaches the child to clasp its hands in prayer. We have our colleges where robed priests sacrifice their lives, that they may ground American youth in the fundamentals of Christian morality and ethics. W ill you, then, tolerate the triumph of a despicable minority with the Smith-Towner Hill, the initial step in a campaign which must ultimately result in the destruction of the last strongholds of religion and morality in America? Will you not by your protests impress upon the proponents of this measure that we have still in America men and women whose hearts are as rich in genuine patriotism as our valleys are rich in the bounteous fruits of nature; that we have still in America men and women whose minds are as high and noble in Christian sentiment as our mountains are grand and lofty in their cloud-swept regions. And if courageously you rise to the occasion, if with loyal hearts flaming with the ardor of a righteous indignation, you firmly stand in defense of traditional principles of both your government and your faith, you may rest assured that the Constitution will he respected, the flag will remain secure, and the holy light which issues from the cross on Calvary’s hallowed hill will case its saving beams of benediction on our country. Itaanj In the (juiet of vesper he muses On the joys of the days that are dead. As with bowed head he slowly peruses The Ros’rv of years that have sped.

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THE I GNAT JAN 26 A i mt of alum HhirUis Darrell W. Daly, A. !»., '19 At NIYYA is pouring’ forth her fire!” “The end has come!” “The god is angry!” Such were the cries of the frightened natives of the island of Kau-loa, as they deserted their huts of grass and ran in frenzied haste to the tribal meeting place. It was the first eruption of the volcano in ten years. Huge masses of molten lava seethed to the crater’s rim and bubbled over, to How madly down its side, bearing death and destruction to any form of life that lay in its path. A loud hissing sound filled the air, and the whole scene was illuminated by a red glare that made the cone of the volcano stand out in bold relief. Soon the square was filled with dark-skinned natives, all prone upon the earth, praying the god to prevent the threatened destruction of the village. The king took his customary position, and commanding attention, prepared to address them. “lie not alarmed my good people,” he said. “As yet we have suffered no injury. We must not allow ourselves to become unnecessarily frightened, for we may be able to devise some means of averting disaster. Let us hear from our aged and wise adviser Laukuna. Arise Laukuna, and advise your people.” “My good friends,” he began, “it is indeed a great danger that threatens us. I must confess that I am at a loss to account for our misfortune. Nevertheless, there is one explanation that comes to my mind. Perhaps our all-powerful creator and master is displeased with our manner of living. For years it has been our custom to keep all visitors away from our shores. We have lived entirely by ourselves, not knowing and not caring how the rest of the world served the master. It is true that