Fordham University - Maroon Yearbook (New York, NY)

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DENNIS P. COLEMAN, AM. “DINKY Fordham Prep. Vice-President Debating Society, (3); Second Prefect. Immac. Cone. Sodality. (2) : Class Baseball Mgr., (2) ; Class Treasurer, 3, 4 ; Second Censor. Debating Soc. (1, 2) ; Assoc. Editor Maroon i D. An honest heart possesses a kingdom.” —Selected. THERE is an old saying to the effect that a man never can lose a nickname by which he has once been known. But there ate exceptions. Seven years ago there was an inseparable trio in the First Year of Fordham Prep,—“Fat, “Babe'’ and “Shrimp.” Today not one of them is known by his old nickname, unless the natives of China are calling “Fat by the celestial version of that appclation. For “Fat has left the path of learning and hied him to the land of rice and tea; and of the trio only “Babe” and “Shrimp” remain in Senior. “Babe has always been quick in making friends and slow to lose them. Consequently it is not surprising that he has always been the occupant of some post of trust since his entrance into college. Furthermore, his popularity among faculty and the fellows have not been in inverse ratio,—but have kept pace with one another in their steady increase. Another sort of popularity longed for by many could easily be his, but “Babe has always been indifferent to the wiles of womankind. Yet if you accuse him of being a woman-hater, he will vehemently deny the charge. He doesn't dislike ’em— he simply hasn't met any that could cause his heart to skip a heat. Just now it seems that “Babe is steering for the courts of law, but it matters not what pursuit he follows,—the qualities that have won him a host of friends during his eight years at Fordham should prove the means of his attaining a success gloriously achieved.

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LI CII S F. CASSIDY, B.S. ••LOOSH” Bayonne High School. Smoker Committee, (4). Come and trip it as ye go. On the light fantastic toe. —Milton. LI, GILS CASSID possesses three noteworthy attributes- his loyalty to Bayonne, IS. J., his gallantry to the fair sex, and his scholarship in psychology. Should anyone desire to visit that noted city (we condescend to style it thus) upon the shore- of New ork Bay. called Bayonne, his welcome will be most hearty if, upon arrival at its gates, he should avow fa l friendship for “Loosh ' Cassidy, for “Loosh ’ is a power of no mean influence in the Burg on the Bay. It is doubtless due to his popularity that our famous lecture team received so cordial a reception from the Mayor (they have one there), and the citizens of that town. Before the night of the Prom of the Class of Twenty-One. we had always considered “Loosh” a bitter enemy of the tribe of parquet-panthers. But reports thereafter disseminated have it that he has become a dapper-leopard. As a scholar, “Loosh can point with pride to his achievements in the study of psychology—a member of the First Row. he has never let a word escape his alert car and flying pencil. Today there is but one big ‘‘ad for Bayonne—the twin chimneys that send soot and cinders into the eyes of Staten Island ferrybugs. In days to come, however, the world may find reason to forgive Bayonne for its malodorous pipe and accept “Loosh' Cassidy as ample atonement. Bayonne has filled the harbor with smoke—it is “Loosh's ambition to go it one belter by setting the river on lire.

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JOHN J. CONWAY, Jr., A.B. HERO‘ Xavier Prep. Xavier Univ., (1, 2); Campion College, (3 • ; Associate Editor, Fordham Monthly, (4); Asst. Business Mgr., Maroon (4). He koude songs make and tveil indite. —Chaucer. IN our Senior year, with the “Zip of a hurricane or the fury of a maddened elephant, out from that hot-bed of Presidents, Baseball Champs and Beer magnates,—Cincinnati, came one, “Jack” Conway, alias “The Hero.” Jack is the “Enfant Terrible” of the Hall. Not a day, but some one feels the awful sweep of his sledge of unconscious wit. He is the only constant life, of a place that seems to live in a cycle of spasms. The fell abode of the Seniors, St. John’s Hall. To describe him is to discard unfitting phrases. Sartorially he is a thorn in the side of the classical “Joe Brooks.” In appearance,—well, some years ago, (listen girls) Venus would have passed up Adonis for him without balling an eye. Mentally, he is matchless, and in view of this attribute his classmates have administered the Accolade, together with a cognomen, “Mustepher,” which, translated from the pure Arabic means—“Knock ’em dead.” He is a poet and writes Lyrics for the Monthly. In them he has instilled something of the wild charm that is the very soul of “Jack Conway—“Mustepher, the Arabian.” The phenomenal success which he and Panuch attained at the Chauffers Ball, marks him as a social star fit to emblazon the haughty firmaments of the Salons of Royalty. He has proved himself a poet, a thinker, but he has yet to prove himself Cincy’s most eminent Wholesale Grocer. “What say, Jack?