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

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Oil}? 3falhj nf Uar JAMES R. ENRIGHT •L HE crimson lust for battle, the stinging goad of Kate, %J$ TKe clashing of accoutrements, the cry for blood unsate — Y The fleeting cause, the grim effect, a toll of lives will bring, And millions leave to fight and die for freedom and their king. The cannons roar, and shrapnel shrieks, for Retribution ' s sake; But Death, the Spectre terrible, his ceaseless tax will take ! The inhumanity of man makes countless thousands mourn, The seething strife of battlefields leaves souls destr oyed and torn — A host of voices, wet with tears, are calling for their dead, But a nation ' s honor called them, too, and they obeyed in dread. A nation ' s honor? Mo, ' tis Mars! the god of battle grim — The honor, glory, fame and blood — all, all are claimed by him! This cruel King is hailed by men, though strewn about his feet, The souls of countless thousands no satisfaction meet. The mightiest engine here on earth — what is it to a fly ? The world, the sun, the universe, a human soul can ' t buy. Can book-learned skill, or mortal man make life in any way? Can honor, fame and glory, then, a single life repay? A nation ' s bloody victory is but a paltry thing, If it cannot restore the lives it used to glut this King. 18

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THE REDWOOD 17 perpetuate the fame of Marsh, the youth of brilliant promise who would some day be a great doctor and save hundreds of lives? Must he give up Ray, his pride, his only hope? Ah no, — no, he could not. Then the awfulness of his situation overwhelmed him. He staggered to the window and sank to his knees like one in a deadly stupor. For minutes that seemed years he knelt and prayed — prayed for the answer to his question, too deeply hidden for mortal mind to fathom. At length, slowly, painfully, like an old, old man, he arose. The fragrant Egyptian breeze softly kissed his blanched cheek. He heaved a deep sigh and his broad shoulders straight- ened. A new spirit seemed to enter his tired body. His eye was steady and cool and sure. His teeth were set. At last all doubt had fled. With firm, strong hand he grasped the jar of antitoxin, and his case of instruments, and walked with unhesi- tating step into the children ' s room. There was no longer any question in his mind. Only one path lay before him now. Marsh had chosen. flfworjj JOHN WALSH O Memory ! Thaumaturgus of the soul ! Thou wondrous Wizard, passing human ken ! Who with thy magic wand dost mould at will And summon back to pulsing life again Lost forms and features, vocal sounds and scenes, Consigned long since to dark Oblivion ' s tomb ! Thus all our yesterdays and to-days May friendly meet, and each bid each Good Morrow. ' With what rare gifts and powers our soul is dowered By Him, the Primal Cause, our bounteous God, Who generous gives us to enjoy at once A two-fold life — the present and the past ! Wkat grateful sentiments should stir the human heart !

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Our Trip to the Isles of Hawaii Louis T. Milburn OR the second time in the annals of Santa Clara University, the Red and White was represented in Honolulu this summer with a baseball team. Early in the baseball season, Athletic Manager, Joseph Aurrecoechea, had been in communication with the Oahu Baseball League of Honolulu, and through the untiring efforts of our Santa Clara representative in the Islands, Mr. James K. Jarrett, a warm invitation was extended the team to again tour the Southern Isles of sun- shine, fruit and flowers. Accordingly, on June 13, the day set for sailing, many glad and enthusiastic ball players had gathered in San Francisco, ready to commit themselves to the good ship, Sierra , bound for the Far East. The following members of the base- ball team made up the party: Frank Hall, Pinkie Leonard, Roy Bliss, Flywood Brown, William Bensberg, Frank Gay, Joe Maher, Jack O ' Neill, Gerald Desmond, Louis Milburn, Parke Wilson, Bert Larkin and Joe Aurrecoe- chea. The team was accompanied by a part of the University Orchestra, which did splendid work in enlivening the trip on the water. The musicians were: Joe McKiernan, William Can- non, Carroll Crowley, Buckley McGur- rin and Alf Kavanagh. Mr. J. J. Kel- ly, Elisha Dana, Richard Eisert and his mother, were other members of our party. Two shrill blasts at the pier, the gangway cleared, the anchor raised, and we slipped out into the stream, ' midst the waving of hats and of hand- kerchiefs by our relatives, friends and classmates, who had gathered at the wharf to see us off and say good-bye. As we steamed slowly doAvn the bay, past the world-famed Fair Grounds of the P. P. I. E., and then through the Golden Gate out to sea, the last faint v estige of Mother Earth quickly dis- appeared, and our thoughts stole soft- ly back to the dear ones we had left behind us. Here we were out upon the vast ex- panse, which acknowledges no master, save the guiding hand of God ' s watch- ful Providence — and the thought for a time absorbed us. But fine weather and a calm sea soon recalled us from our solemn mus- ings and we quickly began to indulge in the various forms of amusement pro- vided on palatial steamers to while 19