Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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youngest justice ever to sit on the superior court bench in Massachusetts. If there be anv doubt of tlie worth of Henry M. Leen. Assistant Lnited States Attorney at Boston, inquire of the surrounding colleges, which will never forget Henry ' s presence on the Fulton Teams. The late Leo M. Birmingham — it was either tan shoes or bare feet for Birmie — was a faithful servant in the Legislature. Francis J. DeCelles. Insm-ance Commis- sioner, is kno n to his classmates as one with the tact of a bartender, the nerve of a plumber, the agility of St. Vitus, and the happy faculty of doing the right thing at the wrong time and getting away with it . When Morgan T. Ryan pranced out on the boards, a gay and debonair Prince Hal. you could hear the sweet young things catch their breath. James G. Reardon. Commissioner of Education, was always admired for not allowing lectures to interfere with his dreaming. When Henry Gillen took to writing poetry back in 1919. it is not known whether Psychology went to his head or that he was moonstruck during one of his nocturnal peregrinations. To the gridiron hall of fame. Boston College has given James J. Fitzpatrick. who more than once spread gloom in the Yale Bowl with his dropkicks. Of Louis J. Lrban. Major Frank Cavanaugh said, the most modest man I ever coached . From the West came Charles Chuck Darling to be the idol of athletic Boston. Bashful Joe McKenney. the pride of Brighton, still develops the mens sana in corpore sano . Nor must we forget All American Al Weston, to whom running back a kickoff for a touchdown meant nothing.

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XJtl ' lL ' X 4 j f « ?. f f f f f T ri It HE EXAMPLE of our predecessors being always a pouerfiil incentive, we recall some of the Boston College men of tlie past who have ever been true to the ideals of their Ahna Mater. It being the first class to graduate from the Heights, and the first class to publish the ScB Tlrri, we have chosen the portrait of the class of 1913 to adorn the pages of our Sub Tlrri. Among the distinguished-looking gentlemen above we find John P. Curley, present graduate manager of athletics. John is famous for his book Study as a Minor Part of a College Course. Peeking out also is Owen J. McGaffigan. class hero, designer of the Golden Anniversary seal of Boston College, and originator of the name Sib Tlrri. We find there also Francis X. Sallaway, now a distinguished priest, at that time competent class financier and poet. To the Church. Boston College has given manv noble sons, among whom are our own beloved Cardinal Archbishop, William H. 0 Connell: the Rt. Rev. Michael J. Splaine. former Chancellor of the Archdiocese of Boston: and the Rt. Rev. Joseph G. Anderson. In the field of law we find Daniel J. Gallagher, former United States Attorney at Boston. One of the most distinguished sons of Boston College is John J. Burns, the

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Jdiu-s. (;atch. M;i-iilrc. Corlicll CLASS HISTORY 0 VAl loiir-liiindretl strong wo came tiint l and sensitive as fawn . |iiil ihrougli the pen scratching of five long cards to get in (matriculate) and four vears of cve-slrain to get out. Though not a Pyrrhic victory, the toll taken was heavv and our ranks were decimated, decapitated, and deflated to ahoul two-hundred and eighty, riie dilfcrcncc now is that this two-hundred eiglilv represents a more powerful group seasoned in studies, socials. ?uavit . and cliivalr emerging matured and wiser from an epic of hard work, changes, and advances through deep and difficult study. Just now the fizzing liromide we took bv entering the College has begun to settle us, not into a rut but into a virile steady jjull. Back in Freshman under our General. Jack Gately, some fellows stood out for distinguished service. Larry Mullin caught the eye and the fancy of the theatre- goers and has kept them laughing or weeping ever since. Remember Casey at the Bat y nd Marse Joe McCarthy who entered with us and edited Juiaior Pic, used to tickle llie funnvhones of the students each week witli a continual prittle-prattle of nonsense. Nor can we forget Ed Thompson whom we lost heroically playing his immortal role of Mason, the cook, in Journey ' s End . God give him peace! Of course, the highlight of that year was our first step into college society when everyone sweated, hitched nervously at stiff collars, and wilted formally at the Somerset to Jacques Marchard ' s sweet strains. 30