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

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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

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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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Late Spring The Chronicle of a Tardy Romance. F. Buckley McGurrin HERE ' S a little Mor- mon town in Utah which we shall call Pleasantville . The name will do as well as any, and better, per- haps, than some, in that it exemplifies a tendency the Latter Day Saints had of making, in the names of their vil- lages, lasting thanksgivings. On hearing such names as Fruit- vale and Bountiful , one cannot but contrast the peaceful, prosperous vil- lages they designate with the arid des- ert from which they sprang, Minerva- like, through the instrumentality of pioneer brawn and sturdy faith, aug- mented by aptly-diverted streams of mountain water. It is an unobtrusive- ly religious idea, and for that reason, coupled with the fact that it is gener- ally effective, rather deserving of praise, don ' t you think? It resem- bles, on the whole, the prevalent religi- ous atmosphere in the small Mormon settlements — not especially apparent, but undeniably felt as a firm, reassur- ing foundation for the entire social structure. This is rather a significant fact, as it has some bearing on what follows. But, before I explain, let me ask you to accompany me to Pleasant- ville, the scene of our comedy. It will be not at all disagreeable, I assure you, although Pleasantville, even now, boasts nothing of paved streets and dairy lunches. It is just as simple and frank and inviting in its cool rusticity as it was twenty years back, when our little comedy was ori- ginally presented. Behind it tower the rugged heights of the Oquirrah moun- tains. In front, at the foot of a ten mile slope of grain fields, lies the blue of the Great Salt Lake. The streets are broad and honest, and bathed with cool shade from the soldierly poplars of Lombardy that flank them. They are dusty, these warm spring days, but delightfully soft under the horse, who pads along their shadow-flecked vistas, past the neat houses, generally of adobe bricks, softened by time and clinging vines, with hen-peopled yards behind picket fences. One is really grateful for the muf- fling dust, since it permits one to hear the tinkling and splashing and rushing of the cold mountain water that races through wooden flumes on each side of the street. And, of course, there ' s lots of lush grass along the foot-paths, and 25