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

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In Carmel by the Sea ROM two and twenty towers Of the ancient Mission chain, —Wilting, fading flowers,— There comes the soft refrain The Mission bells are singing To their new found sisters ringing Of the joy to hearts they ' re bringing In Carmel by the Sea. Gone are the days of longing That true hearts only knew For Serra ' s Bells returning To the fold of the feeble few Ah, Hark ! The Bells are singing To their stranger sisters ringing, Of the joy their hearts are bringing To Carmel by the Sea. Mo day was ever brighter No love so deep and pure Nor seemed heart ever lighter, In face of Victory sure : For the Mission Bells are singing To their new found sisters ringing Of the joy to hearts they ' re bringing In Carmel by the Sea. HENRY C. VEIT, Law ' 21 Two bells, belonging to Carmel Mission, which were in the Park Museum, San Francisco for many years, were restored recently to their first home in Monterey 17

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16 THE REDWOOD precedented in the history of education that a nation-wide system of evening schools such as the Knights are under- taking at the present time should be de- veloped in the short space of a few months. The three phases of the pro- gram — Scholarships, Council schools, and Evening schools — are all a great credit to the Order, and demonstrate the same earnest and untiring effort on its part to replace the ex-soldier in peaceful society as a valuable and thor- oughly equipped citizen, as was dis- played during the war to make his life less miserable. The Silver Armored Knight Yon purple spires, bedecked with crimson veils, Grow faint amidst the mystic cloud of night, And through that silent vault, the stars shine bright, While guards the moon, that solitary knight. And o ' er that peaceful hamlet, Sleep prevails; For weary mortals seals the orbs of sight, And crowns the plowman ' s brow with dream ' s delight- But watchful guards that silver armored knight. George W. Ryan, ' 24.

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There Are Smiles Fraucis J. Maloney, ' 24 IOLA MICHAELS had re- turned from an Eastern girls ' boaiding school, and after looking her over critically, the townspeople of Pesca- dero had decided that she was as homely as she had been before she had left for pastures new , some four years be- fore. Her father, though, seemed quite satisfied with her — and he certainly was the one to be pleased since he was the one who had footed her bills. However, her brother, Jack, feeling that things weren ' t quite right unless he picked a quarrel with her, began to question her on what she had learned while away from home. Well, T studied French— A guffaw from her questioner brought her to a halt. French, c ' n ya imagine that? he roared. I suppose you know how to eat frogs ' legs and everything now. Viola, scenting the tr ain of events, flushed red. When she did so it was very difficult to tell just where her face ended and her hair began. Well, my charming brother, doesn ' t that suit you, either? she inquired cut- tingly. Oh, personally it ' s none of my busi- ness, but I ' d like to know what good it does anybody out here in Amer- ica? For one thing, it helps one to un- derstand what the restaurants have to offer a hungry human. Besides, there are a great many novels written in French which are spoiled when trans- lated into English. Must be some country back there where you went to school, he com- mented, when a person can ' t tell what he ' s eating unless he can speak some foreign language. Concerning those novels, anyone with brains wouldn ' t waste his time on a story that isn ' t good enough to be written in good old United States. Oh, is that so? Another thing, French helped me a lot during the war. ' ' Yeah, it must have. Well all I have to say is, I went to Brest and got along great without knowing a bit of that ' polly voo ' talk. Maybe you did. But that was be- cause you always had a lot of friends with you whom you could talk to. I ' ll bet, though, that if you were off in some village by yourself, you ' d be 13