Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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MEMORIAM The Lord ruleth me: and I shall want notlnnij. He hath set me in a place of pasture. He hath brought me up, on the ivater of refreshment: he hath converted my soul. He hath led me on the paths of justice, for his o-zin name ' s sake. For though I should walk in the midst of the shadow of death, I tuill fear no evils, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they have comforted me. Thou has prepared a table before me, against them that afflict me. Thou hast anointed my head with oil; and my chalice which inebriateth me, hoiu goodly is it! And thy mercy will follow me all the days of my life. And that I may dwell in tlic house of the Lord unto length of days. Book of Psalms XXII: 1-6 Out of tJie depth 1 have cried to thee, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice. Let thy ears be attentive to the -voice of my supplication. If thou, O Lord, nvilt mark iniquities: Lord, ' who shall stand it. My soul hath relied on his word: my soul hath hoped in the Lord. Book of Psalms CXXIX:]-5 ROBERT B. MacDOUGALL

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IN But the just mun, if he be prevented ivith death, shall he in rest. For venerable old age is not that of long time, nor counted by tlie number of years; hut tlie understanding of a man is grey hairs. And a spotless life is old age. He pleased God and was beloved, and living among sinners he was translated. He ivas taken aivay lest wickedness should alter his understand- ing, or deceit beguile his soul. For the bewitching of vanity obscureth good things, and the wan- dering of concupiscence overturneth the innocent mind. Being made perfect in a short space, he fulfilled a long time: For his soul pleased God: therefore he hastened to bring him out of tlie midst of iniquities: but the people sec this, and under- stand not nor lay up such things in their hearts: That the grace of God and his mercy is with his saints, and that he hath respect to his chosen. But the just that is dead, condcmneth tlie wicked thai are living, and youth soon ended, the long life of the unjust. Book of Wisdom IV: 7-16 GEORGE S. ZION

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WE STAND AT THE A History is the narrative of events. Yet the proximity of these events is such that it would be exceedingly diffi- cult to get a true perspective under our present limita- tions of time and of space. Conscious of these limitations, we can only present the facts and their immediate effects upon our beloved college. The Class of ' 49 is a heterogeneous group, composed of members of different age groups and background. The reason for the appearance of these various elements is the same reason for all the confusion and disorder in the world at large today — the after-effects of World War II. The greatest of wars caused these changes, and since the men of Boston College were so seriously and fundamentally influenced by that conflict, we find it best to divide our history into three distinct phases: Pli ne I would include those uncertain days during the earlv part of the war when men entering Boston College in 1942 could only study and wait uneasily until their number was called to enter the Armed Services. Phase II might be called the Struggle on the Heights — the difficulty that Alma Mater experienced in keeping her doors open to students who had not yet been called into service. In this phase, we might also consider the nearly six-hundred sons of Boston College who were writ- ing their own history in the many battles being waged on every continent throughout the globe. Phase III we may aptly call The Return of the Veteran — a presentation of the problems and difficulties which the veteran had to contend with, and those which Alma Mater had to face in helping her sons readjust their academic life. Following as closely as possible this order, we begin our history: I ' HASJi I . . . Anxious Da)s. Though seven long years have now passed, it seems as if it were only yesterday — that great September of 1942. It all started with that long walk up the sun-drenched hill from Lake Street, down the avenue between the stately linden trees, and into the hustle, bustle and con- fusion awaiting us under the towers . How we were in another world — a world of forms, endless forms to be filled out in duplicate and triplicate — a world of ques- tions, questions from secretaries, clerks, and from equally confused fellow-freshmen. Slowly the confusion subsided and a certain order took its place as we filed into the Library Auditoruim for our orientation. Here we were introduced to the Jesuit system of education as we listened to the welcome from the Dean, the simple and heartfelt speech from the Student Counselor, and outlines of the 28