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

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St. Ignatius College Walter Linehan We pledge thee our lives, St. Ignatius, Thy Symbols, the Red and the Blue. The Red is the heart’s blood of manhood, To honor and loyalty true. Yet the Red gives but half of the lesson. Earth’s peaks must not limit our view. We must ever press onward and upward, With our eyes on eternity’s Blue.

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CONTENTS St. Ignatius College (Verse) - - - 6 The Return of Dr. Pill (A Story) 7 The Dignity of the Small College - - -15 Golden Hair (Verse) 21 The Phenomena of Radio-Active Substances - - 22 To Tamalpais (Verse) 32 The Thread of Fate (A Story) - - - - 33 Affectation (Verse) ----- 45 In Re Battling Nelson (Farce) - - - - 46 A Glance at Silicon and its Uses - - 53 Washington - - - - - 59 The Pemberton Case (A Story) 60 Editorials - - - - - - 67 Alumni ------ 72 Law School Notes - - - - - 79 University Notes 87 Cat-a-leap-tic (Verse) - - - - 92 Athletics ------ 93 High School Athletics - - - - - 98

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The Return of Doctor Pill Morris Cordon. IT was on one of those warm summer days when a solitary stranger was plodding his weary way along a dusty country road. Mis sunken cheeks told of the lack of needed nourishment: his unkempt hair and scrubby beard proclaimed his contempt for the conventionalities of life; he was so abstracted from his surroundings that he seemed to be going onward, onward, merely because his legs moved mechanically and the road still stretched before him. Going whither? Whither the road led. It was all one to him. He had passed the previous night in an abandoned barn. The burrs that mingled with the half-chewed hay, on which he had lain, si ill clung to his clothing. It had never occurred to him to brush them off. They did not impede his going. Going for what ? To escape himself, as if that might be. He was a tramp from choice. Most tramps are. Why? It was his own secret. He had been a gentleman. That was plain. What had dashed him down? It would be useless to conjecture. But the stoop of his shoulders was not caused, as even a careless observer might have seen, by the miserable bundle that he carried on his back, but by the heavy load that weighed upon his heart. His eyes were fixed upon the road though he scarcely seemed to see it. As evening approached, his steps grew slower; and from time to time lie raised his eyes. Sometimes barren rocky fields, sometimes patches of distant woodland met his gaze. A far-off cabin on a hill offered no invitation; a house miles away presented no attraction to his weary feet. Vet an empty stomach clamoring for food became each moment more insistent. A turn in the road fortunately brought a house in sight, just back from the wayside. It was the only one he had happened on that day. He shifted his pack and waveringly started for it. Had