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

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0tr?0 WHISPERING stir is in tke trees, Of songs unsung ; Bidding me rise from dreams of ease, Tke vagrant, incense-laden breeze My quickened spirit seems to seize — For Life is young ! Passion but smolders in my breast ; Tke pipes of Pan Call faintly from tke glimmering West ; My work I see; — Aye God ' s bekest Hatk brougkt new ligkt, an aim, a quest — Lo ! I ' m a man ! Swiftly, but ok kow softly ! came Tke setting sun ; For wealtk I kave not craved, nor fame — A ricker, fuller life my aim — Jesu ! I lisp tke Holy Name, And Life is done ! JAMES ENRIGHT 21

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20 THE REDWOOD pest of emotions by the wreck and ruin that fill his eyes and his fancy will sicken at the awful spectacle and shrink from its harrowing task. But seated some night on a hilltop on the Marne, and lifting his gaze from the desolation about him to the myriad lights that still signal a living God on an unconquered throne; plunged into a reverie on the spiritual things that survive the ravages of time and the plunder of men; and catching the true conception of this conflict and of the victory that crowned it, he will carve a cross and plant it there, to symbolize the idea that civilization was cruci- fied but her soul redeemed.

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The Muleteer W. Kevin Casey. ECAUSE Captain Jack Wetherby was hand- some, and brown, and tall ; because he had done brave things over there, social San Francisco adored him. All the shining young debutantes were mad to dance with him, all their mamas set crafty snares for him. Because he was brave and handsome sufficed the girls; the mamas were allured by the fact that his people were the Wetherbys of New York. But though he danced and dined with all the beauty of the old harbor town, he was still heart-whole and fan- cy free. At least so he assured him- self — if only it weren ' t for that name, Margery Morgan forever chiming in his ears — Margery Morgan. Although Wetherby ' s parents were able to spend the winter in New York and the summer on the Riviera ; al- though they kept a palatial home and a corps of keep and bought a new lim- ousine every other year, they had never made the mistake of spoiling him as a child. Sometimes he accompanied them on their travels ; other times he staj r ed with his grandparents up-state. There he fought and played with the lads of the town. And whenever the games were those of triumphantly pro- tecting, in the role of mail-clad knights, innocence and beauty, he fought — as in later life — with redoubled strength and vigor. His schooling was done in Exeter and Yale. During these golden days every one who met him characterized him as a ' good fellow ' . While at Yale he distinguished himself by painting with huge Y ' s the Harvard campus the night before the ' Big Game ' . Just as he had finished this feat, he was de- tected by a mob of students. After be- ing pursued by them some small dist- ance, he eluded them by slipping into an unoccupied machine and drawing the robe over him. He always did things on the spur of the moment, always was up to some sort of fun-making deviltry. He never made the mistake of trying to be pre- ternaturally old — he was well content just to be young. It was while he was at Yale that he met Lee Morgan, a young Californian. He had known him casually for a time — as a Junior knows a Freshman. Then came that affair when Morgan ' s skate came loose upon the ice and he was slightly stunned by a tumble. Jack helped him up, handed him a picture 21