University of Santa Clara - Redwood Yearbook (Santa Clara, CA)

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Entered Dec. ?, K)02, at Santa Clara , Calif, as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March ?, rSj ). VOL. VIII. SANTA CLARA, CAL-, OCTOBER, 1908. No. SILHOUETTES (sonnet) Tn the old mission bower of aini (plaire I lingered as the sunset ' s parting ray Suffused the west with crimson. (Far away, oblong the ridges, silhouetted there gainst the reflep glory, rose in air Fhe forms of the gequoian kings who sway (Forever where iesperian elfins play offtmid the tangle o ' er the grizzly s lair. he crimson purpled into blue, and then (O ' er all pUve ' s veil, with jewels sparkling, fell. o nd now yon darkled silhouettes are men Jn robe and cowl,— the J adres live again,— fhile to the night, of halcyon day to tell c nd glories past, leans erra ' s sad-voiced bell, fihas. p. §outh, J. Jf. ' 01

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J . ■ cf]|b r • . ' ■ R ' « 1H| ■ Student Body Officers |. Griffith Kknnkdv, Secretary. Maurice T. Dooling, Jr., Vice-President. John Y. Mai iman, Treasurer.

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THE REDWOOD CORPUS CHKISTI AT SANTA CLASA IN 1653 ' ' Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells — Tennyson. Las campanas estan tocando la ora- cwn. Yes, the bells, the bells of the tower of Santa Clara Mission were ringing the Angelus. It was a soft and balmy evening of Wednesday, the 25th day of May, 1853, and the College boys to whom had been assigned the pleasing duty of ringing the bells at eventide, were watching with eager curiosity, to hear the echo respond from the Santa Clara Moun- tains, and to notice how the passers-by stood still, at the pealing of the bells; as singly they repeated their orisons with responses to the blessed Virgin, or two together, with bowed heads and deep reverence, as in the famous painting of Millet, announced, one to the other, El Angel del Seilor, and received the corresponding answer, each ending with the Ave Maria. And as the Angelus was heard in its echoes and reverberations over the Valley from the Cerritos to Eos Gatos, and from Santa Teresa to Eas Pulgas, the faithful in those plain, simple and innocent times, did harken to the sound of the evening bells, and wherever they were, at home or abroad, on the road or at rest, in festive joys or in sorrow, even if in wicked carousing, for the moment, they all, — priest and acolyte, master and servant, Indian and gente de razon, high and low, old and young stood still, and with uncovered heads, recited their prayers to the Virgin Mother of the Eord, until the peals of the bells ceased. But on this occasion, after the thrice repeated call of the Angelus, the bells continued with a joyful repique after repique, sending forth the happy and welcome tidings that this was Vesper Wednesday of Corpus Christi. Si Sefior, manana es dia de Corpus, said Dona Juana Garcia to anew arrival, who inquired why the bells were so joyfully sounding, and why there was so much commotion on the Plaza and why the gathering of so many Senoritas, and the erection of stands, and the com- ing and going of Indians cleaning the roads, and obeying orders. From early morning Dona Soledad Arguello, Dona Santos Berryessa, Mrs. Martin Murphy, and Dona Juana Garcia had been busy, each attending to one of the four Capillas or stations erected at the four corners of the Plaza in front of the Mission Church. The good ladies with the help of a bevy of fair Senoritas and a retinue of Caballeros and an army of Indians, had been at work since early morning, each vying with the other as to which of them would have the most handsome Capilla to receive the Eord of Hosts. The Capillas were put up with green willows, covered with white cambrics and spotless linen, and then adorned with rich hangings and draperies, and