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

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THE REDWOOD 13 Again the scene is changed. A day Like this it is, the first of May ; And from the land a gentle breeze Just tips with spray The rippling seas, And clears away The smoke of battle to disclose The sunken ships of Spain. Here lie the latest of our foes. The battle of Manila bay Has not been fought in vain! But in my ear Suddenly rings a louder cheer Than those that went before. Our fleet is anchored and at rest Within the harbor of the West. Its voyage long is o ' er. All joyously I homeward go. My heart is glad because I know That hearts today as bravely beat Upon the ships of our great fleet As those of long ago, That while America is free Her strength and her supremacy Will ne ' er be questioned on the sea By either friend or foe. Maurice T. Dooling, Jr., ' 09.

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THE REDWOOD While thus I watched, I saw the side Of one torn open, gaping wide, Through which the waves did pour. At every shot it seemed to me That she must sink beneath the sea. But, no! Upon her deck I see, His face with battle all alight. Her gallant captain. To my ear His voice comes ringing, strong and clear, Surrender? Why I ' ve not begun to fight ! The scene is shifted, still my gaze Is backward bent to other years. Again I see the battle ' s haze; Again there echoes in my ears The growl of guns, loud-mouthed and deep, That cries that human life is cheap. Upon a battered hulk that flies The stars and stripes I see A captain lying in his blood, That gushes in a crimson flood Unceasingly. His face is ashen and his eyes Are glassed in death, and yet he cries, Framing the words with shaking lip That since have echoed to the skies: Men, don ' t give up the ship!

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14 THE REDWOOD COLLEGE IDEALS Toast responded toby John J. Barrett, Esq., of San Francisco at Alumni Banquet, June 30, 1908. College ideals, — the high resolves, the lofty standards, the fresh, clean dedica- tion of old college days. They seem but yesterday, — the long-gone times to which these reflections summon us. The lessons of life ' s duties and responsi- bilities that here were set before us and that here we pledged our manhood to are ringing in our ears today as clear and sharp as the well-remembered voice of that old familiar bell that has stood for years a sentinel at the outer gate giving ceaseless warning of the gather- ing hours. The ideals of our college days. How swiftly the thought carries us back but how far afield it finds us. From what remote and unexpected places it recalls us. Back through the years it leads us, over devious paths aad tangled roads on which we well nigh have lost our course. It leads us out again onto the ample highway of noble manhood and back up the steep road of appointed duty we have unwittingly descended. It plants us back again on that eminence on which we took our stand in those olden days, where the star-strewn firmament of heroic figures and sublime ideals was our constant contemplation, where daily messages of the dignity and glory of intellectual, moral and religious man- hood were brought to us straight from God on the anointed lips and in the consecrated lives of His black-robed emissaries, where the very atmosphere about us, the sky above us, the voice of man and nature all around us, and the ample prospect that stretched before us, enraptured our minds with stand- ards and ideals befitting the deathless stuff that our being is made of and the deathless destiny to which we are born. In his masterly work, The Idea of a University, speaking of the formation of character in college-life, Newman says: That youthful community will con- stitute a whole, it will embody a specific idea, it will represent a doctrine, it will administer a code of conduct, and it will furnish principles of thought and action, it will give birth to a living teaching, which in course of time will take the shape of a self-perpetuating tradition, or a genius loci, as it is sometimes called; which haunts the home where it has been born, and which imbues and forms, more or less, and one by one, every in- dividual who is successively brought under its shadow. A characteristic tone of thought, a recognized standard of judgment is found in them, which, as developed in the individual who is submitted to it, becomes a two-fold source of strength to him, both from the distinct stamp it im- presses on his mind, and from the bond of union which it creates between him and others. The fact and force to which New- man thus refers might be called in a looser term the atmosphere of the place. What are the traditions, what is the