Fordham University - Maroon Yearbook (New York, NY)

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PATRICK FRANCIS FLOOD Special St. Mary's School. Longford National University of Ireland (I. 2); Mt. Mellary Seminary. Waterford (3): St. John’s College (4). Rnt thou brinp'sl valor too and irit. Tiro tkinff.i that seldom fail to hit.” Cutler Httdibrav. PAT is a native of the Emerald Isle, hailing from the town of Longford. His presence in this country and at Fordham is merely another aspect of the differences, ever momentous, between Ireland and England. Pat is a sturdy Sinn Fcincr. Flc took part in the rising of Easter Week, 1916, where he showed conspicuous bravery in the fighting in Dublin. About three weeks later he had the distinction of having one hundred and twenty-five cavalry and a mounted machine gun call at his house to arrest him. Life after that was anything but tame for him. His residence varied between English jails and internment camps. Sinn Fein headquarters in Dublin, hiding places in the hills and the home of any loyal supporter of Irish independence. 1 le made speeches, eluded pursuits, supervised elections, organized militia and became in time a captain in the Irish Republican Army. With all his experiences he seems like a hero out of Stevenson. The British finally became so anxious to sec him that they placed him under a few indictments. Pat. deciding that Dublin’s climate was getting unhealthy, sought security for a while in England and thence came to America. In his short period with us Pat has been universally liked. He is spirited. cheerful and has a ready wit that has served him well. The consensus of opinion is that Dublin Castle must have its hands full in dealing with the Irish if there are many more like Pat.

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EDWARD JOSEPH EUSTACE Special Fordhttm Prep. The Ram. I he Ram’s Horn (3) ; The Monthly. Associate Editor (I. 2. 3. 4); Baseball (I. 2. 4). “I.it not the lone trail lend me iloii'n ichert the eitir lie Kiftina thru e ramte »if erg again ! the nun and the iJiit. lint let nn ufand r lira Jit. O Lord, teheri Nature’s Chancels are. Trail of the Nomad King. ON A certain day in August some twenty-two years ago the gods were in a pleasant frame of mind. For in their distribution of general all-around mental and physical aptitude, they doled out no half portions and on one red-headed, bow-legged mite they bestowed gifts enough for a dozen. Eddie is Fordham’s literary jack-of-all-trades. His essays and humorous verse have frequently appeared in The Monthly (sufficient testimony to their artistic merit), and his poetry shows a metrical smoothness, a depth of thought and a beauty of expression that is rarely, if ever, found in a college publication. He has roamed all over the diamond on the Prep and Varsity nines, from left field to first base. Each position he has filled like the polished ball player he is. Eddie also paints, draws and now and then a grotesque piece of the sculptor’s art has been rounded off by his supple hands. Every drive or campaign at Fordham has been liberally advertised by his cartoons. Where will his talents lead him? Surely no son of ’ I 9 has so many paths from which to choose. Mayhap in that dim and distant period wherein we all hope to achieve a moderate degree of fame we shall read of Eustace, the Kipling, or Eustace, the McCutcheon. Whatever be his field we shall know in what rank to look for his name.

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1 1 EDWARD JOSEPH GLEASON Special Fordham Prep Baseball 3. 4); F . .I eoinbination and a form indeed IVlierc mu tod did .mm to ret hi teal To give th' world anttiranci of a man.’’ Shakcnpeare. AJ THIS is one of these here war waifs. Originally of the class of 1918, he enlisted in the navy early in the war. was unable to graduate with his own class and was left a precious legacy to us. And a very audible cheer went all through Fordham on that historic day in March when the news went about that Ed Gleason had returned. To the college at large it meant that a brilliant player had been added to the ball team. To his friends, or rather we should say to his intimates, it meant that one of the finest fellows in the world would be with us for at least a few more months. There is no pretense about Ed. not even a justifiable boastfulness. He lets his deeds talk for him. No one knew that he was one of the best players that ever wore the colors of Fordham—no one knew that he was an athlete at all until his Junior year, when he went out and burnt up the diamond with his fast playing. If there is anything that speaks for him even louder than his deeds, it is his friends, for he has a capacity for making loyal friends. Much of it is due no doubt to his unaffectedness, and much to his appealingly direct and natural way of doing things, and much to—but we will leave the determination of what qualities, in what proportion go to the making of this faculty in a man, to the psychology sharks. We know that they must all be good and that Ed has them.