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

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come upon a dormitory. They enter, and are mildly embarrassed as they discover there are women inside. Where is the men ' s dorm? Father Nobili asks a young lady who is putting change into the Coke machine. Oh, this is, she says with a smile. Men live on the first, third and fifth floors. Women live on the second and fourth. Amazing, Michael replies. Nobili and Accoiti leave Dunne Hall and walk across Kennedy Mall. They stop to read an inscription on the wall: We need men who can dream of things that never were and ask Why not? hie must have been a Jesuit, Nobili says. No, John, it says here he was President. Alas! A Catholic President! They carefully cross the street, in awe of the automobiles parked at the curb. Do you have your meal cards? A friendly grey haired women asks as the men walk through Benson ' s cafeteria doors. No, Father Michael replies, we ' re just visiting. They move slowly between tables, dodging food and napkins that fly frequently from table to table. How can they waste their food? John wonders. It can ' t be any worse than the food we used to prepare. As the sun sets, the men continue their tour of the campus. What is this? they say, as they enter the Leavey Activities Center. For moments they are speechless. Look at that plunge! John exclaimed, eyeing the swimming pool. That ' s a far cry from the water hole we dug in the old mission orchard. They wander out to Buck Shaw Stadium, and sit and watch the baseball game, noticing that everyone is very excited about what is going on with the ball and bat, and that this strange game makes everyone happy. They decide the sport is good. It is late evening and all is quiet. The two founders of the University of Santa Clara are returning to the Mission Church for one last look at the building they had spent so many years in. But as they pass another dormitory, they hear loud noises coming from the basement. Is this an all male dormitory? they ask an older student who is leaning on the door jam. It is this year, he replies. They enter and slowly step down toward the commotion. They open the door and see the smoke and loud music, and smell beer and sweaty bodies and decide that Club 66, whatever it may be, is not for them. It ' s kind of like the days of the Cold Rush in this town, Nobili remarks. Some things never change, eh, John.

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On this spring evening the moon casts dark shadows below the old adobe wall, which Nobili and Accoiti are pleased is still standing. The wisteria is in bloom and hangs in long, purple strands from the trellises. Look John, Michael points out. They named that hall after you. The men enter the Church and see the Mass is about to begin. Some things, Nobili says, never change. They are not surprised that the celebrant speaks in English. One hundred years ago they had thought that the natives of the Santa Clara Valley would have found Mass more interesting had they understood the litergy. In those days the Mission was the religious center of the Valley. Today, Mission Santa Clara is the religious center of the University. If we can imagine the surprise of its founding fathers at the changes in the University, we can also imagine the delight they would have in the spirit that lives on, in the Mission Church. Since 1902, The Redwood has been as much a part of the University of Santa Clara as the Mission itself. It began as a chronicle of current events and a showcase for student compositions. It was named The Redwood in honor of the part the college had played in the campaign to save the redwoods of the Santa Cruz mountains. That the redwoods are still standing is proof enough that the esprit de corps is a lasting feature of our Univeristy. The Redwood, in nearly 80 years of publication, captures the spirit of University life. In recording the 1979-80 school year, we record the games, parties, concerts, dances and absurdidites that make our life worthwhile. But we also record the forums, debates, controversies and lectures that have molded our thoughts, and given us purpose. After spending four years at the University of Santa Clara, graduates may wonder if they are, in fact, four years wiser. It is our hope that they will find the answer in these pages; perhaps not now, but years later when they pull this book off the shelf, and are reminded of what makes life worth living.