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

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THE REDWOOD 23 that the widely circulated reports of the wonderful spirit of hospitality of the inhabitants of the Isles of Hawaii are no exaggeration. They made our sojourn amongst them a most pleas- ant one indeed — and we sincerely thank them, one and all — for their kindness. But as all pleasan t things in this world must come to an end, so the day arrived which found us, grip in hand, boarding our steamer, homeward bound. Gathered on deck our many friends assembled to bid us godspeed and farewell — and once more the Roy- al Hawaiian Band cheered our damp- ened spirits by playing I Love You, California, and Aloha Oe . With many alohas, and bedecked in Hawaiian Leis , the Santa Clara Baseball Team bid hospitable Honolulu a regretful farewell. Honolulu — the Land of Sunshine, Song and Flowers — the gem of the Mid-Pacific Isles — the Queen of the Southern seas. ifyttpt When the darkling pall of gloom o ' erspreads the dome Of Life, and Melancholy pressing down In stifling folds upon the brain doth come, When angry clouds of spite together thrown, Press round about thee and by Malice blown Are heaped in threatening mein above thy head, And Deep Despondence clothed in sombre gown Thy footsteps dogs and all is dark and sad, A struggling rift divides the deadened air, And Hope, a silver star, is twinkling there.

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22 THE REDWOOD whose feet the city nestles. The large overhanging trees, tropical fruits and fresh green verdure along the road- side and mountain trails added keen en- joyment to our trip. By noon we had scaled the steeper ridges and arrived at the summit of the mountain. We selected a delight- ful spot for luncheon, and greatly en- joyed the excellent eatables prepared for the occasion by Mrs. Ben Hollin- ger. This high elevation commanded an unobstructed view of the entire island. To our right lay Pearl Harbor with its calm, limpid waters, and back of it stretched an immense expanse of grow- ing sugar cane. Directly below us re- posed the languorous city of Honolulu. Its handsome dwellings, with their spacious grounds of foliage, fruits and flowers of every description added un- told charms to the view — indeed the vista resembled a veritable Paradise of beauty and delight. The day was perfect, and needless to say we enjoyed every moment of it. But the greatest wonder which Na- ture had to offer for our admiration in the Islands was the far-famed Volcano of Kilauea — and through the kindness again of our old friend, Mr. Hollinger, we had the pleasure of viewing this wonderful sight. We left Honolulu one morning on the Inter-Island steamship Mauna Kea , and arrived on the island of Hawaii the following day. After a pleasant auto drive through large su- gar plantations, cocoanut groves and masses of rich ferns and evergreen shrubs growing along the roadside, we reached the Volcano House. The greater part of the morning we spent in the mountains, visiting the ancient crater formations, sulphur springs and lava beds. At three o ' clock in the afternoon we started for the volcano, so as to take advantage of both the day and night effects of the perpetual glowing masses of heat- ed lava flung out of the pit. As we neared Kilauea, hot puffs of air and steam burst up beneath our feet — and we had to guard ourselves from being scorched. At last we ar- rived at the top of this glowing fur- nace. And there we stood, spell-bound with fear and wonderment, as we gazed at the boiling liquid mass within the pit. The crater of this volcano is a lit- tle over a mile in circumference, and boiling lava is found 400 feet below. It covers an area of eight acres, with a lingering fire, about three feet in width, surrounding the main fire with- in. The night effects of the glowing lava are gorgeous — it is simply a sea of liquid, ruddy fire. But we could not remain here for- ever — though the spell of the sight held us enthralled. And so, at 7 P. M., a heavy rain beginning to fall, we made our way back to the Volcano House, all thoroughly thrilled by a spectacle we shall never forget. And now, in conclusion, let me say

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Alnlja CHARLES D. SOUTH QLOHA ! and welcome a thousand times over ! Aye, hail to each bay- wreathed and brine-spattered rover, Our eagles of triumph exultingly hover To gladden the breeze with our pennant supreme ! We said when you left us- --and now we ' re repeating The sentiment still in our jubilant greeting : Aloha---our love to you, parting or meeting ; Aloha our own College heroes---THE TEAM! Aloha, we sang when the Orient splendors Unrolled, like a curtain, to charm the defenders Of all the brave titles that Victory renders, When old Santa Clara ' s bright flag is agleam ! Aloha, we sang; and in multiple measure We sing it again with an infinite pleasure— Aloha, your glory shall swell the rich treasure That jewels the fame of our heroes— THE TEAM ! Aloha, attune to our joy-ringing chorus, In spirit, our Mother of Men stands before us ! The broad-streaming light of her faith shining o ' er us, She blesses her sons ' neath its radiant beam. Though distant Hawaii with laurels hath crowned you— To old Santa Clara what love ties have bound you— No wreath half so dear as the love all around you — No fame like the College acclaiming THE TEAM ! Aloha ! Aloha ! Though worlds may divide us, Let old Santa Clara ' s grand precepts abide us, And never our hearts with unfaithfulness chide us— And over our souls may her light ever stream ! Aloha ! and welcome, a thousand times over ! Aloha ! each bay-wreathed and brine-spattered rover ! Long, long o ' er the vale shall your memory hover ! Aloha ! our own college heroes— THE TEAM ! 24