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

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20 THE IGX AT I Ay continue its great work of giving liberal education to the future citizens of the nation, it is well to know that the small college is a dependable, reliable, well-established institution. It is well to know that it is the normal American college, that it has that priceless possession, true college spirit, that it affords its students great scholastic opportunities. Let us not then despise or make apologies for a college because it is small. It is well to remember that from it may have come forth men of education whose service to the country has been incalculable. It may be that its limited size is the greatest factor for its greatness. This article must not be taken as an attack on our large universities. We feel their worth, and we maintain that in their proper sphere their success is great indeed. We have referred to them merely because they are the natural basis for comparison with the small college. Nor is it its purpose to exaggerate the qualities of the small college, but to present its true value, to show what it has done in the past, what it is doing in the present, and the still greater things confidently expected of it in the future. .

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THE DIGNITY OF TIIE SMALL COLLEGE 19 dear to her. They will cement hearty, lasting friendships for their fellows; unlike the large universities, which despite their reputation for establishing social relations among students, harbor many who know no one at all. In the small college, each man has an intimate acquaintanceship with all his comrades. There is, we may safely say, a burning, lasting, fervent love in the heart of every student of a small college for Alma Mater. We can say of every small college in the country what Daniel Webster said of his own: “She is small, but there are those who love her.” One more point in our comparison.. The large university is often regarded as the normal American institution—the small college as either some new, untried, unreliable affair, or else as some mediaeval, obsolete thing which perished, or should have perished long ago. But is it known that the large university of today is simply an overgrown college, swollen to abnormal size within the last twenty-five years? President Thompson, himself of the large university of Ohio State says that “They are so young that their real value and efficiency arc still problematical.” Is it known that throughout the entire history of education in our country the small college has been the normal institution of higher learning? In 1850 no college in the land had more than four hundred students, and even today only one in every six has more than five hundred. So that we can readily see that the small college has been the main source of higher education in the past and it has done its work remarkably well. For whence came the educated men who in the past built America? From the small college. We have herein reviewed a matter of great importance. For America in the future will need sound-principled, broadminded, right-thinking, educated men. America needs such men to work for her; to guide the Ship of State through all the storms that will come, to form a strong bulwark for the future of the country. And so when we know that the day is hastening when the large university will again enter its proper field, that of specializing, and the small college will

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Golden Hair Eustace CuUinan. Golden, caught from tints of morn. Gold in heaven s alembic fined; Marigold and poppy paled In her tresses intertwined. Sylph in form; in soul a prayer, This was witching Golden Hair. In the meadows when she strayed, Zephyrs, with their soft caress, Bringing roses to her cheeks Wantoned in each glowing tress. Did she wander in the shade Haloes flitted through the glade. Hearts were offered at her shrine, Hearts with youthful fires aglow. Whom she favored most of all, Human heart will never know. Each believed itself preferred, Doting on a glance or word. Better so. Beloved by all Went she hence in beauty’s bloom. Death himself but lightly breathed On earth’s tribute to the tomb. ’Mid the clustering angels there Passed the soul of Golden Hair.