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

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(Hontruts I ’age Frontispiece............................................. 6 Paths of the Padres...................................... 7 A Song of the Road...................................... 12 Our President........................................... 16 The Smith-Towner Bill................................... 17 The Hermit’s Rosary..................................... 24 A Son of Two W orlds.................................... 26 Solid Rock or Shifting Sand?............................ 34 The Two Brothers........................................ 40 The Gasoline Dash....................................... 42 The Isle that Jack Found................................ 45 fonsignor 1 Jenson.................................... 53 A Tribute to a Friend................................... 57 Blood Is Thicker Than—?................................. 59 Editorial............................................... 63 Alumni.................................................. 67 Law Notes............................................... 71 L’niversity Notes....................................... 80 Athletics............................................... 89 High School Athletics................................... 96

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uf tljr JlaftreH HE long- solitude of the centuries in Cali- fornia, the early explorations through its trackless canyons and parched hills, the foundation of the rude and simple missions, the rule of the Spanish military governors, the revolt against Spanish dominion, the romance and happy idleness of the Mexican era, the unique Rear Flag Republic, the hauling down of the Bear Flag at Monterey and the raising of the Stars and Stripes, the days of ‘‘forty-nine,” the development of a prosperous State! Do we understand it all? Do we appreciate the past glory of California ? Ask the Oriental, squatting dreamy-eyed with his fuming pipe, to describe his poppy-dreams. For us also the California poppy has an influence—a tyrannous delicious spell—unless we are of those who motor luxuriously up and down the State, or travel in commercial haste along the city streets, unashamed of our ignorance of the past, feeling never a desire to learn of the men, the modes, the manners that were once realities upon the same landscapes, beneath the same California skies. The laudable effort, now being made to restore and preserve the California Missions is an encouraging symptom. But let us not be satisfied with mere romance. Poetry and rambling phrases concerning the missions have been fed up to us even to surfeit. There are those who see in the missions nothing but flimsy charm. For all other purposes they were stupid, crude attempts at civilization by a mediaeval, old fashioned church when no other means for civilization were at hand. There are those who look upon the missions as mere resting places for chattering tourists, mere models of a unique