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

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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.

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% This book—a ephemeral chapter in an endless tome—makes no claim to relate the college’s history. In its pages are enclasped only the dreams, the hopes, the aspirations, the achievements of the year that closes the Diamond Jubilee of the college, yet its editors humbly realize that their work is not a sentence in brackets but a breathing chapter of an eternal story. It is a story whose prologue was written by a pen dipped in the first faint light of dawn and like unto Dawn, it is forever young, forever beautiful, forever transcient—it is the bated breath of a moment—the rift of light across the headlands of Time—the note of a violin resined with love— it is the silvered shimmer upon the purpled pools of Memory—a glistening thread plucked from the wool of Life’s tapestry. E. D. K.