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

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Mission Dolores Clement Barry Reed, Law ’27 When first I saw thee through the fronded palms That deck the street where modern life holds sway, I smiled a bit, thou seemedst so old and wan, So out of place, the wreck of earlier day. Vet as I gazed upon thy graying walls And hells long voiceless at the vesper hour, A transformation broke upon my gaze, Thou art not old, or worn, or reft of power. Thy message is eternity, not time. Thy light irradiates supernal things; Thy calm is symbol of life’s work well done; The peace and rest which faith enduring brings. Dolores, rest thee in the twilight glow While lingering o’er thee Vesper’s star appears; Forgive the thoughtless carping of my mind; Unaged thy lessons in the aging years.

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Solved By Radio Norbert Fa I veil, High School 24 I. THE night was dark and gloomy without—Epsom Alexander was dark and gloomy without and within. Nature had done her part in imparting the ebony gloss to his body; fortune, cruel fortune, was responsible for the rest. The fire in the hearth was warm and bright; the sitting room comfortable; the chair, in which he sat, soft and yielding; the company, for there were two others present, chatty and even boisterous. But tin fire did not warm him or dispel his gloom; comfort had taken wings; the chair could be compared only to that of a condemned criminal; talk, and even laughter, only added to his misery. 4 Yhat troubled him?” you will ask. It was Euclid; the knotty problem of Euclid. It confused his mind, it made an ice chest of his breast, and yet. Luxor Dawes, whom he considered in everything but size to be his inferior, seemed to have solved it easily and satisfactorily. At least anyone would have thought so that had heard Luxor chat and laugh, as his great big eyes rested on Euclid. He himself seemed to have no doubt. Epsom would have gladly doubted, for Euclid was everything to him ; and he fretted to think that all his thoughts, and worry, and labor, had been in vain; and that he must cede the palm to his hated rival. Now, the Euclid that was bothering Epsom, was not the Euclid with whom we have wrestled more or less successfully in our high school days. Epsom had never heard of him; nor had the problem anything to do with any of the theorems invented by that old Greek to worry youthful hearts. His Euclid, the only Euclid, was Euclid Lillyfoot Moody, the third and principal part of the company; and the problem