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

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gDECADE passes... and with the promise of Spring high in the air, inexorable Catastrophe strikes surely and fiercely ... a metropolis buries its grandeur in ashes—its college is no more. Born of twin travail it meets companion destruction. The city is not alone of walls and lowers—the college of book and cloistered nave, and ere another Spring trips north, a city is rising Phoenixlike, and in rambling, hastily erected structures, its college has flung open its heart to another generation of Youth. The generation is followed by yet another —the city exults in Antean strength, yet its college pauses—falters ... it has given its strength lavishly and without stint to lift its city to the higher pinnacle and itself lies exhausted and nigh forgotten in the shadows cast by the magnificence it has, with unswerving loyalty, created.

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XN this dark hour the flame instilled in cloister, classroom and campus leaps high, the college—p x r in fortune, and impoverished of men—lifts high into the heavens its banner—confident that its sons will return to its crumbling walls . . . This generation has witnessed their response, the long shadowy line of men—men of the sea, men of the plains and valleys, some emblazoned with the midday glory of worldly conquests, others from the black night of obscurity, but yet, unfailingly they have come. In the far flung reaches of the world the cry has been heard and in answer, year by year, class by class, man by man, they have come—and now do place a diamond crested diadem on the brow of Alma Mater. —AVE ATQUE VALE.