Santa Clara University Scholar Commons The Redwood SCU Publications 1-1-1919 The Redwood, v.18 1918-1919 Santa Clara University Follow this and additional works at: http://scholarcommons.scu.edu/redwood Part of the Education Commons, and the Social History Commons Recommended Citation Santa Clara University, "The Redwood, v.18 1918-1919" (1919). The Redwood. Book 18. http://scholarcommons.scu.edu/redwood/18 This Book is brought to you for free and open access by the SCU Publications at Scholar Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in The Redwood by an authorized administrator of Scholar Commons. For more information, please contact [email protected]. 111 HiHip HI:' mmIP il immilllil Hlii Ml 1B8IIP liiPi Bill illillllil 1 mmm PliSHl1 m VTffiF 1 #111 I.'- ifl Hin ' IillII ,l| i 111 111! Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/redwoodunse_16 CONTENTS TO A REDWOOD (Verse) - B. J. Baratono 1 THE AWAKENING - - Henry Veit 2 IN MEMORIAM, JOHN REGAN (Verse) W. Kevin Casey 12 Catholic education and the world War John J. Barrett 13 Voices (Verse) - James Enright 21 THE MULETEER - W. Kevin Casey 22 LOVE (Verse) - Harry A. Wadsworth 35 COMMUNICATIONS - - - 35 IN BELGIUM (Verse) - W. Kevin Casey 42 EDITORIAL - - - - 4.? UNIVERSITY NOTES - 46 ALUMNI - - - - - - - 51 EXCHANGES - 56 ATHLETICS - - - -60 REV. TIMOTHY L. MURPHY. S. J. THE NEW PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY OF SANTA CLARA ! —;! ; 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 The Awakening By Henry Veit. HE spacious room was called, kissing him and encircling him softly dark and warm, with an affectionate hug. dark save for the But there was no opening of the flickering light of the closed lips, no response to this warm waning embers, the salutation, no tender paternal kiss, large hearth emitted. which she had eagerly awaited and It was resonant, even to the muffled which it was his wont to give. She tread of Jack Selby and his sister withdrew non-plussed. Then after a Elaine, who had just returned from an few wild moments the awful reality evening at the Cort. dawned upon her. "Jack wasn't the show wonderful?" "Jack! He's dead, h-he's dead, Elaine whispered. Jack," she moaned pitifully. A con- His reply was cut short by a "sh-h" vulsive sob shook her delicate frame from Elaine. and she dropped to her knees, tugging "Dad is asleep," she said, "I'm go- entreatingly at the insensate form, as ing to surprise him." if in appeal to the cold icy hand of The room had about it an atmosphere Death to yield back unto earth, the of real home, soothing and impressive. harvest it had just reaped. But the Jack began to remove his wraps. He rift between Life and Death was an watched with an air of appreciation, interval that human entreaties could the graceful form of Elaine glide not bridge. The venerable old man noiselessly, with out-stretched arms to- had wandered across a bourne that ward the reposing figure. What filial knew of no return. affection and devotion she displayed. "Come away, Sis," entreated Jack, So like her ; so like a real grateful lifting the weeping form from the child of a hard working parent. Jack dead body. There were huge tears admired this devotion in his wonderful trickling down both his cheeks and a sister and he smiled a smile of satisfac- choking grief possessed him. "He is tion and joy as he witnessed her girl- better off in that far-away land," con- ish prank. tinued Jack consolingly. "You're all "Hello, you dear old Daddy," she wrought up, girlie. Come now, you ; : THE REDWOOD had better retire to your room; you'll sion of death. An ominous silence filled need the rest." the room, enhanced to awesoraeness by They were soothing, earnest words the presence of a dead body. but her grief was too profound to ad- On the verge of derangement, he rait of any muting. She leaned heavily sank into a chair, to think. Thinking on Jack's supporting arm and stag- was well nigh impossible for, ever was gered away to her room, in daze, a his gaze and with it his mind drawn to casting backward glances as she de- that inert form. But what was that, parted. which the limp right hand clutched in Presently Jack sauntered wearily its encircling fingers? It brought Jack back into the death chamber. It was back to composure. the first time in his young life that be- The grasp released a paper, yellowed reavement had touched his kin. Death with age. On the floor beneath lay always adds years to an existence; the envelope. The one, written in a even in a period of a few days or hours, feeble feminine hand, stared at him when intimacy with this stern leveler with the words: "For Jack Miller. To of all is first experienced; years men be read on his twenty-first birthday." of character development, those mould- Eagerly he sought out the contents of ings outgrowths that differentiate and the other. It read: a mere youth from a grown-up man. July 1897. Such sudden changes, now passed My Darling Boy through Jack's being. He was enter- To-day you are twenty-one, ing the eve of his twenty-first birth- a man, and I know you are all that I day. How differently he had thought had ever hoped you to be. and felt just a few minutes previous. Life had meant so much to him then. I will die content, knowing full well, But now the future opened to his mind that every care, attention and blessing will like a book and he saw, ever so clearly be given you by your guardian, Mr. the responsibility, the pressing require- Selby, as if you were his own son. He ments brought on by this sad experi- befriended me when all had turned me down, gave shelter ence,—his first intimate acquaintance me that I might with death With heavy heart he bring you into existence. But in doing switched on the lights. so I must die. Gladly do I sacrifice my The body looked so natural, so very life. much alive, albeit the king of terrors My dear boy love that venerable old unmistakably inhabited that shattered man as you have never loved him be- house of clay. It was enshrouded in fore. Make his declining years bright such peaceful composure, Jack could and happy as best you can. not but feel the end had come with no Your Father was a villain. He de- suffering, nor confronting apprehen- serted me in the hour of our greatest — THE REDWOOD need and wrested from my possession, II your brother Philip. "Whither they "Millions of men march to their went, I know not. He was a diplomatic death, knowing little or nothing of the agent in the service of the German reasons why—knowing that they fol- Government. And, Jack, he loved his low their country's flag; it is enough. Kaiser more than me. I pray to God An appeal to honor,—and armies rush that Philip will retain the brave, free to the guns : a catchword of patriotism, spirit that has characterized your an- —and stately legislative bodies toss cestors for generations ; but it cannot away formulae and arrive, white-hot at possibly be, in the midst of such en- certainty. One must indeed look to it vironment. that the rudder is made of the oak of Now my boy, I feel the end is near. the brain; yet the breeze that fills the Good-bye. And may you always re- sails and drives the ship is forever the main the proud possession of your, rushing mighty wind of the spirit." Sorrowful Mother. Beneath a sky heavily canopied, the Jack was dumbfounded. He turned night was stark black and loud with his face toward the hearth as a flower clashing waters. A fitful wind played seeks the sun, but his deep eyes looked in gusts, now grim, now groping like a lost in beyond it, into the fires of life itself. thing blundering blindly about A haunting sense of unfulfillment that deep blackness. The liner was stirred him to strong resentment and gaining speed. Ashore a few wan he sighed as he moved carelessly about lights, widely-spaced, winked uncer- the room. Like a deranged unfortu- tainly in the distance; those near at nate, faltering over hot sands in a hand, of the anchored shipping, skipped fruitless search for water to quench and swayed and flickered in mad his burning thirst, Jack wandered aim- mazes of a goblin dance. Jack paced lessly to and fro for something to alle- those dimly lighted decks in the midst viate his oppressed brain. Then by the of other peripatetic individuals ; some side of the deceased, his foot touched a carefree, others determinedly strug- piece of cardboard.