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

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The Poppies Hidden in the orchard path a meadow lark is trilling. Trilling to the morning light that breaks across the hill; The alder boughs are bending where a silver brook is rilling. And lily pads are showing where the pool is lying still. Spring, 0 lovely wanderer! comes with blossoms blowing. Pink azaleas dancing gay to melodies untold. Dainty bluebells bending bright where poppy petals glowing. (’over all the meadow lanes with chalices of gold. Holden are the poppy cups that hold the dews of morning. (tablets, spun of fairy gold, are strewn upon the lawn, Burnished gold at evening with sunset rims adorning. And softly golden, frescoed by the fingers of the dawn. Tell me, are they golden too, old pal, where you are sleeping.’ Has Flanders decked the fields that such a bitter space yor knew; As glorious as the day we gave you. silent, to its keeping Beside the hidden river-bank where golden poppies grew? Beside the golden bank where oft we strayed together dreaming. or ever dreamed those velvet lids should droop above your sleep; Your mantle e’er be woven of their tender fabric gleaming. As golden as that faith of yours—the faith they did not keep. Vincent W. Hallman, A. R. ’10. |

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SEW FACULTY BUILDING 15 nishcs light and air. There is a goodly sized closet built into the wall, a basin with running water, and two electric light fixtures, one stationary in the center of the ceiling, the other movable so that it may be accommodated to the varying positions of the occupant's desk. When these rooms are occupied there will be in each a desk, two chairs, a bookcase, a kneeling bench and a bed. The floor will be bare except for a small rug at the bed side, the walls bare, except for a crucifix and one or two small holy pictures. It is not definitely known at this writing, when the Fathers will occupy the new building, but it is certain that they will move in as soon as it is ready. There will be no special ceremonies connected with this change of residence, nor will it be permitted to interfere in any way with the regular college work as it is now being conducted on Hayes Street; but there will be in the hearts of all those who are interested in the progress of St. Ignatius Church and College a desire that this change of residence for the Faculty will be followed in the near future by a change of location for the College. What a glorious sight will it be when three immense buildings crown Ignatian Heights, the College rising in glory to rival the majestic church, and the now completed Faculty’ Building nestles in between the Monument of Religion and the Monument of Learning.

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The Eagle of the East Edward I. Kit .patrick, 21. YESTERDAY it was the Teuton; today it is the Jap. Yesterday it was Pan-Germanism; today it is the yellow peril of Nippon. Some years ago an eagle screamed in Europe and shattered the tranquility of two hemispheres. That eagle died. It had broken the peace. Its wings are crushed; its carcass has been stripped of its splendid plumage; its bones lie bleaching in the sun. That was yesterday. Today,—another eagle, powerful and proud, preens its feathered beauty.—this time in the East. Its talons are sharp and extended for the fight. It is restless; it is greedy; it is strong. Recently it lias occupied a new seat, despite tin protest of one of its strongest fellows. Will it too scream.— and break the peace.—and die? By some people, the context of the preceding paragraph will be branded as the hysterical outburst of a trouble-seeking, trouble-fomenting Jingoist. Their doctrine, they will tell you, is ‘‘moderation in all things”. Were it rigidly observed by all who proclaim adhesion to it, the world wouid have taken a long step forward. Temperance is a wonderful thing. Had it been always practiced our American liberties would today be untrammeled by the restrictions of certain constitutional amendments. But to carry temperance to excess is t transform virtue into vice. To deafen oneself to the timely warning of a friend, who senses the presence of a danger; to still the voice of judgment because it cries aloud for wariness and caution; to deny tin logic of one's reason because its conclusions may stimulate suspicion;— these are the acts of fools. Caesar turned unheeding ear to the warning of the soothsayer who bade him “Beware the Ides of March! That