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

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Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-cbu matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XI SANTA CLARA, CAL., OCTOBER, 1911 No. 1 OUR RETURN icLcatiart ' k at an end . . . le a ieninc i eat With. tekaULtlank ktlajit, and haftek, ik he6e. njjet cheetlekk niuAt ta kame. the aatlaak keem, When luemalif Liina k ta mind, - n foLm. Like kaLftememJieied dteatn, ke kcenek at kame and ftiendk, nd c aad.timek Left liekind. J at fated uie in kadnekk ta temain; aL aid ftiendkkifiA teneuied, nd neui fliendk tkat uie Qain, fWiLL each, a ckeetfuL maad imfLatt a cQjnfait a tenuemLeiinQ keatt; kat mautnk a cLakkmate not letiuned, Wt iiainLij. uiaitk a camtadek Ujoice ta keat. ETuieie katd auiai flam kameLi jaifk, a mikk tkfi kmiLe af tkeke famdiat facek deal; fWete not cam zaniank udiant uie a teet tadai , n aftel.ij.eaik ta Le ak tkej fWkake Lakk in kadnekk uie de zLai e, .3ke alikent uieLL lememlteied ftiendk C)fdatj.k tkat ate na mate. —Ji.S Meteik

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CONTENTS Martin Detels, Chas. D. South, Litt. D , Thomas R. Plant, Nicholas Jacobs, Herbert L. Gahahl, Jos. Demartini, Rodney A, Yoell, OUR RETURN (poem) FESTUM ALUMNORUM BOB AT CLARENTA A PETITION (poem) RECALL OF JUDGES THE MURMURING WINDS (poem) TREASURE FOUND SOME CATHOLIC ASPECTS OF TENNYSON Harold R. McKinnon, MY FRIEND (poem) . . . . Harry McGowan, EDITORIALS EXCHANGES - - .... COLLEGE NOTES - - - - ALUMNI - - ATHLETICS 1 2 5 10 11 14 15 21 28 29 31 32 36 39

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THE REDWOOD. FESTUM ALUMNORUM Hang the Almanac ' s cheat and the Catalogue ' s spite ! Old Time is a liar! It was a boys ' affair entirely. There was not a sign of an old fellow in the hall. Age and youth mix no better than water and oil; and, anyhow, age is a bore and was not invited. There were two hundred boys at the feast, — boys of all ages from eighteen to eighty, brown-haired boys and golden- hairedl boys, some with black hair, some with white, and not a few with no hair at all; but there was never a nobler gathering in the Gold Room of Hotel St. Francis than the round-table gathering of June 21st, when the proud sons of a proud Alma Mater showed in festive re-union (as they show always and everywhere) their loyal love and devotion for laurel-wreathed young Santa Clara. Not old Santa Clara, mind you, but a Santa Clara grown } ' Oung with years ; for though flames swept away her tenement of the past, yet, new-born, as it were, from the ashes rises a greater Santa Clara, more beautiful in every feature, more per- fectly equipped for the objects Provi- dence designed her to achieve. Wonderfully precocious were those juvenile celebrants, for their number included priests, philosophers, scien- tists, erudites, adepts in the arts, poets, authors, dramatists, lawyers, doctors, bankers, merchants, manufacturers, in- ventors, and twenty or thirty ordinary millionaires. The president of the evening was a lofty-browed youngster on whom Father John Nobili, some five-and-fifty years ago, bestowed the honors of the classical course, Primus et Altimus, with the flattering commendation that in Greek and Latin the student was ab- solutely unrivaled. The recipient of this laudation was the Hon. Thomas I. Bergin, the first graduate of Santa Clara College, and today one of the most distinguished members of the California Bar. At that time, ex- plained Mr. Bergin, with a humorous smile, I was the only one in Greek and Latin. In the festal groups be- fore him, students who obeyed the pre- fect ' s bell in 1851 were merrymaking with the Mission infants of 1911. The whole big family was as happy as the day was long, and it was the longest day in the year. Speech and song, the breathing of the flute ' s soft notes, the entrancing music of the violin were banquet enough for many an esthetic elder ; but the thing about a banquet that appeals most pressingly to the boyish heart is the menu. At the Festum Alumnor- um that appeal was irresistible. Lucul- !us, playing host to Pompe} and Cicero in the Apollo, provided no dishes more tempting to the palate, no wines so delicious with distilled sunshine and imprisoned laughter. The Romans had no such luxuries of fish, flesh, tree and vine, — they had no such cooks as ours. And who dare say the wines of Tus- culum, flowing from the rude processes of antiquity, were comparable to the exquisite vintages of Ville Marie? Who takes stock in the fable of Roman lords sipping from golden goblets a nectar that had ' been mellowing since the days of classical mythology? Lu- cullus was born twenty centuries too soon to know what to eat and how to eat it.