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

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Two Pictures DREAMED a dream of yesterday- Was it glorious or grand? — Only a blood-stained soldier lay In tKe mud of No-man ' s land. Weirdly in the inky sky, A watcKing vulture wheeled. Its prey— the brave boy left to die On the ghastly battle-jield. Another picture— Ah ! ' Tv?as fair- To my conjured vision came; I saw a hero meet to wear His country ' s badge of fame. About him surged the cheering throng, But nearer to him pressed His Mother, her heart a song For the medals on his breast. I wonder oft, throughout the day, Which played the nobler part; The victor, or the vulture ' s prey With shrapnel in his heart. MARTIN M MURPHY 10

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THE REDWOOD co-operate. This he can do only by making nse of the means prescribed him by his Almighty Master. These means are his own actions, directed and co-ordinated by the dictates of the nat- ural Law ; and, let me repeat, not only his private actions, but those especially which have any bearing on the well- being of his fellow-men. For man is, by nature, not an isolated but a social being, destined, not to live apart from, but in intimate relation with his neigh- bor. With respect to others, then, we have certain rights and also, certain ob- ligations. So also the ruler with re- spect to his subjects. Provided his au- thority has been justly obtained, he has the right to command what is for the common good, and his subjects have the obligation to obey him. Likewise, he has the obligation to remain, in his de- crees, always within the Natural Law, and, should he disregard this law, his subjects have the the right to refuse him their homage. From all this may it not be logically concluded that Avhen a government has for centuries neg- lected the welfare of a subject people ; when its pai ' liament has been but a tyrant and its legislation but the tight- ening of slavery ' s chains, the rights and the authority of that government must necessarily cease? Again, I would not waste words by outlining England ' s career in Ireland. The world knows the story. Four words would embrace it all — murder, robbery and religious intolerance. In the Book of Kings, the Sacred Historian, after relating David ' s two- fold sin in murdering Uriah and taking unto himself Uriah ' s wife, goes on to tell how the prophet Nathan, sent by God, comes into the presence of David to reprehend him for his crime. And Nathan said to him: There were two men in one city, the one rich, and the other poor. The rich man had exceed- ing many sheep and oxen. But the poor man had nothing at all but one little ewe lamb — and it was unto him as a daughter. And when a certain stran- ger was come to the rich man, he spared to take of his own sheep and oxen, to make a feast for that stranger — but took the poor man ' s ewe, and dressed it for the man that was come to him. And David ' s anger being exceed- ingly kindled against that man, he said to Nathan : As the Lord liveth the man that hath done this is a child of death. And Nathan said to David: Thou art the man !

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With Apologies to Rip Thomas Crowe. OR fully two hours I must have battled with the brush and Manzanita, when suddenly I emerged on the edge of a clearing in the center of which stood an old, weather- beaten, dilapidated house of the two-story-and-attic variety. Now I, even as you yourself, have seen a goodly number of houses in my day, but neither of us, I feel sure, has ever had the misfortune of gazing upon a dwelling more forlorn than that one of the wilderness. Ragged, worm-eaten, out-at-the-elbows — I could not wonder at the signs of desolation about it. No one could have tarried long within its walls without experiencing the primi- tive impulse to betake himself again to the wild, nomadic life of his distant an- cestors. Contemplating it, the most hardened Movie fan would cease to search for a solution to the world-old enigma, Why g — I mean boys — leave home. He would have known. From these remarks it may be inferred that the old house did not promise much as a hospice. The inference is eminently cor- rect. Still, it had four walls and I was cold. Please do not say that that sen- tence lacks unity. The fault is only ap- parent. There was really a close con- nection between the existence of those walls and the thermal — or non-thermal — condition of my person. You see, there was a chilly March wind blowing — blowing right through the rents my clothing had received as a result of the struggle I had had with the under- growth. The walls, however unprepos- sessing their appearance, might prove a barrier to the breeze. Behold the connection. So I approached and looked about for some means of entrance. ' Twas in vain. All the doors on the first floor, and the windows too, were locked. I kicked and pulled and twisted and jerked and — well, yes, I did swear a little, but all to no purpose ; there sim- ply was no getting into that house. And all this time, mind you, I continued to be cold. In fact, to be very, very cold. jWhat was I to do? Here it was late afternoon and I had been journeying since sun-up. An attempt to retrace my steps might result in my being fro- zen. Heavens ! Death in that trackless wild! I began to recall stories I had heard of wanderers being frozen in Alaskan snows. Would the same fate be mine? Would some thoughtless youth in years to come take up my 11