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

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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

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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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20 THE REDWOOD away the monotony of a long ocean voyage. Deck sports, bathing, music and walking about the outer deck now claimed our attention. Thus we passed most of our time during the six days of a rather un- eventful voyage, and on the morning of June 19, through a bright haze that filled the atmosphere, the unmistaka- ble outlines of land appeared. The glad tidings soon spread among the passengers, who thronged, in great numbers, to the prow of the boat. The first point of interest called to our attention was the island of Molo- kai — scene of the labors and sufferings of the heroic Father Damien, Apostle of the lepers — and where a leper settle- ment is still in existence. We next approached the island of Mari, and at 8 :30 o ' clock were opposite the first promontory, known as Koko Head, an extinct volcano. The peculiar aspects of this volcano in the morning sunlight were a beauti- ful and interesting spectacle. But we were not able to enjoy the sight long — for we were now off the promontory, called Diamond Head, one of the larg- est extinct volcanoes in the world. Within the large openings of its crater the U. S. Government has placed many hidden guns, and the construction of this defence is claimed to be one of the greatest mechanical feats ever per- formed. From the lofty eminence of this vol- cano all vessels entering the harbor of Honolulu can be seen far out at sea — while the city itself, and all its princi- pal buildings, are within easy range of these powerful guns. We were now slowly approaching the city of Honolulu — and where before were only rugged ridges and a barren shore — there now appeared mountains clothed in perennial bloom, with hand- some residences and villas starting up from the very edge of the water, sur- rounded on all sides by tropical vines, flowers and evergreen foliage. Before reaching the pier, quite a delegation of the most prominent men of Honolulu, and local sportsmen, brav- ed the terrors of the deep in a small fragile-looking launch and came alongside to extend hearty greetings and a warm welcome to the team. Through the courtesy of the Sierra Company, Messrs. Ben Hollinger, Jas. J. Jarrett, Bert Hushaw, Edward Fer- rario and others were allowed to come aboard. After renewing old acquaintances and making new ones, many interesting speeches were listened to, including that of the Mayor of Honolulu, who as- sured us that the city would be ours during our stay in the islands. Then, with the Royal HaAvaiian Band playing Honi Kaua , and On the Beach at Waikiki , pennants flying, crowds cheering, etc., the good ship Sierra glided slowly into her slip at the city docks. At the wharf a curious sight met our eyes. About twenty of the natives were swimming alongside the boat, and