Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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16 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the Johnstown flood look like a South American revolution! ” So spake he, but the opposing heroes laughed in mockery. In vain did the immortals launch great timbers off the opposite shore; the river god wafted them far from the reach of the imperiled Freshmen on the rocks. At last Fortune tipped her scales anew, and smiled once more on the heroes. Anon they make a charge, and the terrible Neuner leads the thundering van, and after him came the noble Galligher waving his loud- sounding necktie, and after him all the huge lion-hearted host together with the god-like allies. Then the tawny-haired Dorsch was smitten with fear, so that he and all his men were more swift of foot than brave of heart. But the warlike Freshmen tracked him along the water’s edge ; and then the death struggle did e’en begin. So now the hefty Galligher laid violent paws upon the ox-eyed Dorsch, and the thrice mighty Neuner uprooted a towering tree, v hich, when he poised above his crest, the struggling Ayd did wrest from him and hurl over the other tree-tops. And the im- mortals shouted “ encore !” from across the stream. Even thus did they battle, heroes, warriors, and allies; until at the last the fighting Dorsch was forced unto the river and his men were overpowered. Then spake the victorious Freshmen, “ Into the wetness with the wretch ! Sacrifice him to the river god, that the cheesy old skinflint may be propitious to us.” And the despairing Dorsch started a piercing moan ; yea, twice he moaned like the last wail of the Republicans in Maryland, and then, shoved by relentless hands, dropped into the gurgling waves. Now the water rose up to meet him, so that the dark deed of revenge was complete. But the ox-eyed Dorsch dis- entangled himself from the river god’s embrace, and raged and fumed and smoked with vapor and sent up clouds of steam by the fire, like a Chinese laundry in full blast.

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 15 fre i man picnic ' ' a la ' ' i onxer (With apologies to Lang, Leaf, and Myers.) S ING, O muse, of the loud-socked Freshmen, who wan- dered far from their ancestral hearth, e’en to the wide- famed land of Gwynn Oak. Tell me, O goddess, how some did ride the madly plunging trolley car, and some did hit the pike; yea from the wooden walls of Electric Park. Now the recreant Brown of Freshman came not forth at first, but was found only half-accoutred for the fray; and he did join the expedition. So came they all to the land of Gwynn Oak. And then they did disport themselves upon the plain, whirling the elusive sphere beneath Aurora’s eyes. But soon they went to prepare a frugal feast, so that they might feed their hunger with simple fare ; some indeed gathered sticks, lest they should have no flame to make hot their portion of cow. And when they were satisfied, being of good cheer, the light of battle shone in their eyes, and they were divided among themselves. For some forded the swiftly rushing river, and stood on rocks in the midst of the sour-faced stream, while others made dark plans upon the bank. Now the ox-eyed Dorsch, and the warlike Ayd advanced to the attack. Standing afar back from the seething rapids, they heaved huge stones into the wet liquid water and made the Freshmen on the rocks feel like unto wash-tub heroes, so splashed were they with the Prohibition beverage. Then Gal- ligher, he of the sad visage, spoke winged words unto each Freshman on the bank : “ Dog-face ! Come but to the water’s edge, and thou shalt receive a goodly drenching that will make

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 17 And nigh on to evening the ever-to-be-praised Freshmen lifted their weary carcasses into lightning wagons, yclept trol- ley cars, and were carried even to their fatherland. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. Out of the East, all tattered and torn, Out of that boundless. Godless bourne, Where the withering blaze Of the sky-king’s rays. Powders the bones of by-gone days. They come; they come — Seekers of gold. Sinewy, dun, all desert-tanned. Ranging the whole wide hunterland. Daring the mountain flood. Turned not aside by blood. Seekers of gold. Braver and nobler thou, — Humble, with peaceful brow, Toilest thy life away; Fairer than gilded ray ; Seeker of souls! James S. Murphy, ’09. 2