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.