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

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Entered Dec. 18. 1902, at Santa Clara, Cal., as second-class matter, under Act of Congress of March 3, 1879 VOL. XVIII SANTA CLARA, CAL., NOVEMBER, 1918 NO. 1 3to a l tbmtmb DREAM, O towering spire by Nature wrought, Here, wkile I mark thee pierce the azure sheen ! Dim, silent centuries deigned thee not a thought- This velvet rote unnoted, clustering green, These glistening, jet-black caverns lightning-struck ! Majestic Guardian of a rich domain ! The fangs of furies scar thee still, they pluck Thy nursling brood, thy mossy bed profane — Ages agone, the mighty arms were maimed ! Strangers from lands far-off now christen thee ; They bring their Art and glittering names far-famed ; Thou smilest at the tribute : thou art free ! Free as thine ancient playmates, Air and Sea ! B. J. BARATONO

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REV. TIMOTHY L. MURPHY. S. J. THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA

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The Awakening By Henry Veit. HE spacious room was softly dark and warm, dark save for the flickering light of the waning embers, the large hearth emitted. It was resonant, even to the muffled tread of Jack Selby and his sister Elaine, who had just returned from an evening at the Cort. Jack wasn ' t the show wonderful? Elaine whispered. His reply was cut short by a sh-h from Elaine. Dad is asleep, she said, I ' m go- ing to surprise him. The room had about it an atmosphere of real home, soothing and impressive. Jack began to remove his wraps. He watched with an air of appreciation, the graceful form of Elaine glide noiselessly, with out-stretched arms to- ward the reposing figure. What filial affection and devotion she displayed. So like her ; so like a real grateful child of a hard working parent. Jack admired this devotion in his wonderful sister and he smiled a smile of satisfac- tion and joy as he witnessed her girl- ish prank. Hello, you dear old Daddy, she called, kissing him and encircling him with an affectionate hug. But there was no opening of the closed lips, no response to this warm salutation, no tender paternal kiss, which she had eagerly awaited and which it was his wont to give. She withdrew non-plussed. Then after a few wild moments the awful reality dawned upon her. Jack! He ' s dead, h-he ' s dead, Jack, she moaned pitifully. A con- vulsive sob shook her delicate frame and she dropped to her knees, tugging entreatingly at the insensate form, as if in appeal to the cold icy hand of Death to yield back unto earth, the harvest it had just reaped. But the rift between Life and Death was an interval that human entreaties could not bridge. The venerable old man had wandered across a bourne that knew of no return. Come away, Sis, entreated Jack, lifting the weeping form from the dead body. There were huge tears trickling down both his cheeks and a choking grief possessed him. He is better off in that far-away land, con- tinued Jack consolingly. You ' re all wrought up, girlie. Come now, you