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

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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

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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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18 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Cribute of movv “ Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair, Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes. In looking on the happy Autumn fields. And thinking of the days that are no more.” (The Princess.) So sang Tennyson as he stood and looked back upon ‘‘ the days that are no more.’’ Do you ever look back, you who read this? Do you ever sigh for the past and drop a tear that unfolds from the blos- soms of memory? Perhaps not now, but when the Autumn comes,- — your great Autumn, you will look back upon the Springtime. As you reap the harvest a tear will fall, “ an erring pearl,” a tribute to the memory of the sowing. What the future holds we know not ; we do know the past, which, like wine, seems sweetened by the passing years, and sparkles in the sunlight of time. Time is a magician, who wraps about the past a tinsel of pleasure and makes it seem more beautiful than it really was. Even to the pains and struggles which then seemed so cold and dull he gives a glamor of delight. We drop a tear, an idle tear; in sorrow that we cannot live those old days over again. To the man of power and wealth, to the man in servitude and poverty, to the hard-hearted, to the good, to the sorrow- ful, to the happy, at all times, in all places, unbidden but wel- come, these memories come, and we pay their tribute of a tear. He who has attained to power and wealth looks back upon the days of his struggles, his heartaches, his disappointments;