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

Text from Pages 1 - 192 of the 1909 volume:

THE COLLEGE. THE LOYOLA COLLEGE ANNUAL PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF LOYOLA COLLEGE BALTIMORE, MD. JUNE, 1909 i ji I i Conterrtjs COLLEGE. Page. My Hope— -C. C. Rohr, ’09 1 Joel Chandler Harris — John H. T. Briscoe, ’10 2 The Romance of a Card-case — James S. Murphy, ’09 5 For and Against Correspondence Schools — Edwin L. Leonard, ’10 9 Choric Ode — Charles H. Foley, ’ll 13 Moving Pictures — Harry P. Galligher, ’ll 15 The House Across the Way — W. Paul Brown, ’ll 17 A Sophomore’s Appreciation of Father Tabl — Chas. H. Foley, ’ll 23 Immortality — C. P. Losinski, ’12 28 Only One Black One— Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 29 Letters of the Brother of a Suifragette — John T. Briscoe, ’10.. .. 34 Under Other Flags— Edward K. Hanlon, ’09 38 Magazine Verse— Charles S. Lerch, ’ll 41 Magazine Advertising — C. C. Rohr, ’09 48 To a Butterfly— Austin McDonnell, ’09 52 Magazine Illustration — Cyril A. Kellar, ’10 53 To-morrow Night— Frederick H. Linthicum, ’12 58 Dolly and I Visit Loyola — W. Paul Brown, ’ll 62 “Tu Ne Quaesieris ” — Charles S. Lerch, ’ll 65 ALUMNI. Reminiscences — Loyola in the Fifties — Dr. Edward F. Milholland, ’56 66 Loyola in the Sixties — V alter E. McCann, A. M., ’94 68 Loyola in the Seventies — Matthew S. Brenan, ’70-’77 71 Loyola in the Eighties — Alfred Jenkins Shriver, A. M., ’94.. 77 Loyola in the Nineties — Austin D. Nooney, ’02 79 Alumni Reunion — L. Frank O’Brien, ’08 81 The Alumni Banquet — L. Frank O’Brien, ’08 83 The Donations of Dr. Knight — L. Frank O’Brien, ’08 86 Alumni Notes — L. Frank O’Brien, ’08 88 COLLEGE NOTES. Page. Editorial Staff 95 Editorial 96 Chronicle — John H. Briscoe, ’10; Charles S. Lerch, ’ll 99 Literary Society — Lewis A. Wheeler, ’12 106 Dramatic Notes — V. J. Brown, Jr., ’10 107 Class Notes 110 HIGH SCHOOL. The Reading of Trash— H. W. Ganster, Jr., H. S., ’09 117 Left on an Iceberg — Michael J. Schiavone, H. S., ’09 118 Truth Is Sometimes Stranger Than Fiction— George Baummer, H. S., ’10 119 The College Ananias Club — August J. Bourbon, H. S., ’10 121 A Tale from Life — Andrew J. Harrison, H. S., ’10 123 Life Outside of Books — John A. Borchers, H. S., ’10 125 Why?— John Borchers, H. S., ’ll 127 Pugnacious Si — Edward Plumer, H. S., ’ll 128 “Not for All the Gold of the Indies” — Read Mullan, Prep 131 The Legend of the Christ — Bernard Sullivan, Prep 133 HIGH SCHOOL NOTES. Morgan Debating Society — H. J. Clark, H. S., ’ll 134 High School Notes 136 ATHLETICS. Varsity Basket Ball Team — W. Henry Noeth, ’ll. Manager 144 The Reserve Basket Ball Team — Geo. A. Tormey, H. S., ’10, Mgr. 148 History of the Midgets — Richard M. Williams, H. S., ’10, Manager 150 Varsity Baseball Team — Edward K. Hanlon, ’09 151 High School Baseball Team — T. A. Keelan, H. S., ’09 153 Indoor Meets — Walter Ganster, Jr., H. S., ’09 154 THE REVEREND FRANCIS X. BRADY, S. J., President of Loyola College. ET him who wills, outreach with might and main, Heap up the miser ' s store of lustrous gold. Cast Life’s best things into Old Mammon’s mold. And pay low homage to his fetich, gain ; Let him who wills, to earthly power attain. Pattern his life upon some tyrant old Who dwelt a ruthless wolf within Time’s fold And spared nor cot, nor court, nor sacred fane. Mine be the hope in life to bear some fruit That will not perish when my tongue is mute ; xA chieve some work that will endure Time’s stings And help some mortal live to better tilings. My life’s ideal— a guiding star, whose gleam Will light the world beyond my fleeting dream. C. C. Rohr, ’09. 1 2 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL T he recent death of Joel Chandler Harris, at Atlanta, Georgia, on July 3, 1908, makes an appreciation of his life and works, and a discussion of his place in our litera- ture, both timely and interesting. Mr. Harris, or “ Uncle Remus,” as he is familiarly known to many who do not even know his real name, was born and reared amid the very scenes which he so well describes in his sketches and tales of planta- tion life in the South. He was born on a farm in Middle Georgia on December 8th, 1848. Here he spent his boyhood. Starting his business life as a printer ' s apprentice, “ Uncle ' Remus,” as we shall call Mr. Harris, gradually rose in his profession until he became prominent on the editorial staff of the Atlanta Constitution, while at the same time he was gain- ing fame by his humorous writings. In his latter days ‘‘ Uncle Remus ” was not actively connected with the Consti- tution, but lived quietly and unostentatiously at his country home, “ Snap Bean Farm,” until his death, on July 3, 1908. “ Uncle Remus’s ” most popular works, those upon which THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 3 his fame chiefly rests, are his humorous stories and sketches; though even when the author attempts more serious themes, as he has done in sketching the history of his native State, the reader is delighted by the charm of style of which he was the master. But “ Uncle Remus’s ” life work, the work for which he will be remembered when all his other works are for- gotten, was the creation of the character of the aged negro, full of strange superstitions and fancies, by v hose name the author is now most familiarly known. Opportune was the time when the appearance of the Uncle Remus tales delighted the country. In “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” the public had had pre- sented to them the dark side of plantation life, which, no one will deny, was, at times, the true picture of the life of the slave. At the very time when it could do the most good, at that period when the literary presentation of the other side of slave life was most timely, “ Uncle Remus ” appeared upon the scene. The people saw for the first time the true plantation negro, peculiarities and all. The blood-hound and the lash were for the first time not a part of the stage property. In their place were substituted all the implements of peace. The result was that all parts of the country could enjoy alike “ Uncle Remus’s delightful tales and droll sayings. There v as nothing in the new work to stir up sectional animosity. It was a message of peace. In the plantation negro, the author had to deal with a character of great subtlety. He accomplished his difficult task most successfully in creating and presenting to us the inimi- table character of the aged darky Remus, whose tales of “ Br’er Rabbit ” and “ Br’er Tarrypin ” have delighted two generations of Americans, and will continue to give delight until the sense of appreciation of good nature and humor has died out. The negro is a factor in American life not to be laughed at, whether a factor for good or evil. And certainly he was a factor for good when he gave Mr. Harris the inspiration to 4 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL present to the world the character of Uncle Remus.” Says a contemporary writer: “ It is certain that the creation (Uncle Remus) of Joel Chandler Harris has attained a permanent place among the immortal ‘ real folks ’ in literature.” And Mr. Andrev Carnegie tells us: “Joel Chandler Harris has given a helping hand to all the world. He has won the hearts of all the children, and that’s glory enough for one man 1” As perhaps our best delineator of the plantation darky, as the kindly, humorous author, the friend, not only of children, but of all who can appreciate true wit and humor, Joel Chand- ler Harris will long find a resting place in the hearts of the American people. John H. T. Briscoe, ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 5 C e Romance of a Carts Ca e. F atty, be it known, was a college student. College had just opened for the first term, and Fatty was about to enter into all the glory of his sophomore year. Last year he had not been able to assimilate much of the city life, as the mighty sophomores kept him under their watchful guardianship. Now all was different. Fatty was no longer the poor, down-trodden freshman; his year of sack- cloth and ashes, and humble submission, was over. Now Fatty, as you may have guessed from his cognomen, was inclined to breadth, rather than height; despite this fact, determined to celebrate his em_ancipation, he went to his tailor and ordered a suit of the loudest check pattern that could be found. At last after many v eary days of waiting and telephoning, the suit arrived. It was a most beautiful day and Fatty determined to make the most of it. Some people thought that it was a brass band approaching, but no, it was only Fatty arrayed in his nev7 suit. With a straw hat, encircled by a bright red band, tilted most rakishly over one eye, there could be no doubt as to the upper part of his attire; then came his green shirt. 6 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the pride of his collection and carefully saved for this occa- sion ; in pleasant contrast his pink and green tie next asserted itself, its broad ends permitted to flow with a studied care- lessness. Then came the suit proper, so to speak, and last but not least that hosiery display. They were red, there could be no doubt as to that, and such red — well, I won’t try to tell you anything further than that they were red. Fatty strolled nonchalantly down the street, and not deign- ing to notice the many sighs of admiration that came from the campus fence, pursued his solitary way. No admira- tion from the male population however great, could suffi- ciently compensate Fatty for his artistic efforts. Beau Brummel in his prime could not have walked on the same side of the street with Fatty to-day. Yes, Fatty had decided that female admiration must be his, and so he headed for the Boulevard. Boarding an F Street car, he sat down with the greatest pains, and then with a majestic slowness pro- ceeded to expose an immense amount of red socks. It was only when he handed the open-mouthed conductor his fare, that he became conscious of the fact that there was a very pretty young lady sitting opposite him. Immediately he be- gan to endeavor to charm the young lady. First he tried a smile, but strange to say it had no effect. Next the smile was coupled with a nod; still the fair damsel refused to be charmed. So, after many smiles and furtive nods. Fatty gave up in despair. At length the female attraction reached her des- tination and alighted from the car to pass, as it seemed, from the vision of tender-hearted Fatty, to be seen no more. The seat just vacated happened to be a choice one, so after strain- ing his neck to see the last of his soul-mate. Fatty moved over. Other girls came in, saw, and were conquered by the in- imitable Fatty; but no, our hero had eyes for none of them, for he was sad, sad with the sadness like unto a toothache. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 Presently he remembered his mission, and looking down to see if a sufficient amount of hosiery was exposed to view, he saw a small silver card-case lying at his feet. Fatty had never starred in either induction or deduction, but it did not take him thirty seconds to decide that it belonged to his fair admired. Without attracting any undue attention. Fatty quietly put the case in his pocket and alighted from the car. He wished to examine his prize in the privacy of his own apartment, and giving up all thoughts of parading on the Boulevard, he took the next car for home. Arriving there, he at last opened the case; and found reposing therein three five-dollar bills and a few visiting cards. The cards were inscribed with the name of “ Miss Florrie Wynan,’ “ Hotel Plimmon.” At last, thought our embryo Sherlock Holmes, he had a clue. And what a pretty name! Florrie just suited a dainty little blonde like her. Well, here is where Harold makes a hit. (I forgot to tell you that Fatty’s real name was Harold— yes! Flarold, even though he did weigh 210 in the shade.) That evening there was great consternation at the Frat house. Fatty wouldn’t eat one- third his usual amount. He even passed pie; and no fellov will pass pie unless he is really sick. Now if it had been anyone else, the fellows would have asked him who the girl v as. But with Fatty- Fatty was too substantial looking to be in love. Little did his fellow-students think of the very romantic spirit that dwelt in that plump body,— little recked they of the ardent fire that burned in Fatty’s noble breast, and was even now making him pass the pie he loved so dearly. Even the cher- ished after-dinner smoke v as forgotten. Blonde head— blue eyes — dimpled cheeks— and rose-bud mouth were continually dancing before his lovelorn eyes. At last he could endure it no longer. 8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Soon the trolley deposited Fatty at “ The Plimmon.” But now that he was there he somewhat lost his nerve, and walked past the entrance several times before he went in. At first the clerk at the desk thought that our hero was a race-track sport, who had wandered into the wrong place. For you must remember that Fatty was still dressed in that harmonious discord of colors. But Fatty marched bravely over and asked for Miss ¥t ynan. Evidently Miss Wynan was a personage of some importance, for the clerk immediately became very friendly and called up Miss Wynan’s room. After several minutes’ delay the ’phone was answered and the bell- boy was told to show the gentleman to suite 4. At last the great m oment was here; he was to meet his soul-mate face to face. With much trepidation Fatty tapped gently upon the door, and was rewarded by a very weak little call to “ come in.” He opened the door and entered. A very prim old lady sat in a large arm-chair, crocheting. Fatty introduced himself whth great dignity, and then asked for Miss Wynan. Of course, thought Fatty, this must be a chaperon or an elderly relation. But strange to say, the old lady, instead of making any motion to call anyone, simply inclined her head and smiling said “ I am Miss Wynan.” “ But,” replied Fatty, ‘‘ I mean Miss Florrie,” I am the one you wish to see; there is only one Miss Wynan, Miss Florrie VVyuan, that is my name.” Now if a fly had come over and looked real hard at Fatty, he would surely have collapsed. The rest was a night-mare. Fatty handed the card-case to the old lady, took another look and fled. Somewhere out in that dark and lonesome night there was a dainty little blonde, with blue eyes and dimpled cheeks and rose-bud mouth, but her name was not Miss Florrie Wynan. James S. Murphy, ’09. REV. JOHN C. GEALE, S. J., Prefect of Studies and Discipline. I i i i i n ti THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 9 fot anti against Correspondence cl oois I T is needless to prove that the system of correspondence schools, to be discussed in this paper, is a very live ele- ment in the business and educational v orld of to-day. The most cursory reader of current periodical literature has glanced over the advertisements so cleverly worded, which appear prominently in magazines whose rates would prevent any but large undertakings from occupying their pages. And even those who run without reading must have, at one time or another, turned from their course to gaze into the win- dows of the branch offices of the system. The art of advertising, which the correspondence schools teach, is to be seen here in its most catchy form. Life-size figures in workman’s clothes, with hands bound with heavy rope, point the moral of the drudgery of life without educa- tion— at least, without that of the correspondence schools. Or else we have the doleful picture of a laborer, turning away from his employer’s desk with his discharge flying after him be- cause of his old-fashioned methods of work. And then the much-heralded triumph of “ the man who knows ” has greeted us both in print and picture, with the advertisement of the correspondence schools cleverly attached, v hich might seem to insinuate that, without the training of the I. C. S,, there is no man who knows.” The International Correspondence School has reason, how- ever, to be proud of its success. Its aim, so often proclaimed and insisted upon in striking headlines, namely, “ to raise salaries,” is being fulfilled to the evident satisfaction of stu- dents, if we may judge by the letters of appreciation “ volun- tarily sent.” And a glance at the origin and growth of this Or STUDfSS. 10 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL system gives further evidence of its success. The system whose offices are now found in all parts of the globe owes its beginning to the editor of the Shenandoah Herald, Thomas J. Foster. From the dingy office of a country newspaper in 1872 the I. C. S. has now spread over the entire United States and penetrated beyond into South Africa, New Zealand, Aus- tralia and India. Its students today are numbered by the thousand and its expenses of last year ($1,500,000) can give us a fair estimate of its financial standing. Its method is described in the title “ Correspondence School.” The applicant forwards his application for in- struction in a certain branch of a trade, and thus opens up the correspondence by which he is to be trained. Theme papers bearing on his subject are mailed, worked out by the pupil and remailed to the Scranton headquarters for correc- tion. With the corrected copy of the theme is sent another set of questions or problems, the more or less advanced, as the former specimen of the student seemed to warrant. And at last, after a certain number of mails have passed between teachers and pupils, the diploma of the I. C. S. is forwarded as a guarantee to the world of satisfactory work done on the part of the learner. As the value of the system for practical business training has been established, the directors not un- frequently are able to start their graduates in a lucrative position. Business men, rather than run the risk of choosing haphazardly from the ordinary run of applicants, prefer to test the trained man advertised by the I. C. S., and this in- fluence in the hands of the directors of the schools is a very potent factor in their success. Yet perhaps the keynote of the unprecedented prosperity of the correspondence schools is the ideal condition under which they labor. Their students are recruited, as a rule, from the working classes. The young man or woman intending to follow a course is THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 11 required to furnish a certain amount of money, about seventy dollars. The condition of life of these young people often makes this payment a question of real sacrifice, and of re- trenchment of the few comforts afforded by a small salary. And what more reliable guarantee of earnestness could be asked? In the hope of bettering his position and income the young student saves enough to enable him to satisfy his ambition. The cost is not merely one of money, but of much spare time and rest. After such a sacrifice, is it likely that the young man or woman in question will lose time or neg- lect the least of the opportunities offered by the correspond- ence schools? The directors of these schools, therefore, find their pupils inspired with an eagerness for work and a steadfastness of purpose which the system itself has done nothing to arouse. And even when possessed of these ideal conditions the cor- respondence schools, we think, do not make the most profit- able use of them. The student, no matter how earnest he be, may, when left to work out his own difficulties, spend long hours of earnest application over a point v hich could and should have been cleared briefly by a personal explana- tion of a teacher. And when at last the student arrives at some solution of his task, he is left in doubt as to the correct- ness of his decision. Not until his papers are returned to him can he have any satisfactory judgment of his labor. Even at this point, however, his doubt may not be cleared or the rule given cannot be applied by him because of his in- ability to perceive the connection between his work and the written directions. He cannot, of himself, proceed any further than the paper sent him directs, and if he is an earnest and sensible student he will not proceed vAth new work until his difficulties with the old are cleared away to his satis- faction. But this requires more time and delay in mails, and in the interval a serious, ambitious brain is working 12 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL blindly and in vain. What the same effort could accomplish under the personal direction of a living and speaking teacher there is no need of emphasizing. The doubt would be pro- posed at once, discussed, explained by the teacher and at last cleared for the student, whose intellect would then be pre- pared for new and more arduous v ork. So in saying that the I. C. S. does not make the best possible use of its advan- tages, or even does not accomplish with them as much as a living teacher could, is not, we feel confident, arraigning this system of schools too severely. And as for the possibility of their ever replacing education, it is too improbable to discuss very seriously. The best which the I. C. S. can produce, or ever aims to produce, is a workman well informed in the common requirements of his trade. He is scarcely well trained, as that word implies the personal supervision of a living teacher, who corrects and directs until his pupil has acquired for himself the knowl- edge or practical habit for which he is being trained. And to maintain that the correspondence schools are a source of liberal education, or guide the mind along any broad lines of culture, is to show the absurdity of the thought in its very expression. There is no development of the three great facul- ties in correspondence schools, and as far as can be judged from its circulars there is no attempt at such development. The aim of the system, as recorded, in the beginning, is “ to raise salaries.” It imparts to each student limited knowl- edge of a very limfited subject, and, v hile the I. C. S. may turn out a reliable steam fitter or bookkeeper, the system will labor in vain to produce those two choicest specimens of human nature, the true product of education — the gentleman and the scholar. Edwin L. Leonard, ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 13 C oric Otie. (A Translation.) Melodious Voice of Zeus, with what intent Com’st thou from Delphi’s gold-adorned shore To far-famed Thebes? For I in fear am bent Upon the rack, my limbs all trembling o’er. Come thou, O Dalian Voice, whom now I dread. What fate hast thou in store for me? oh say Is’t new or old that in the circling course Of bygone years has tread? Tell me, O child of life’s bright golden ray, Apollo, sprung from ancient, god-like source. And first on thee, Jove’s child, ambrosia-fed. And on thine earth-upholding kin I call, Minerva thou, and Artemis, whose head Adorns the golden throne about the Hall; Thou, too, far-darting Voice, and ye three fates That o’er my fate well-wishing guardians stand. Be kind to me; and if, when former woe Hung o’er the city’s gates. Ye drove the fiery pests from out the land. So now to me yourselves propitious show. ‘ Ye gods, for on my soul press countless woes. And all my city, held in sickness, lies; Nor is there any plan to check the foes That mind of mortal man can now devise. No more the fields their fruits in plenty bring. Nor do the mothers fraught with child survive Their travail: you may see them more and more Like birds of steady wing And swifter than the fiery lightning’s dive Departing on to Pluto’s western shore. 14 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Lo, in the city untold numbers die, While round about, despised, denied a grave, The unmourned offsprings fever-laden lie; And timid wives and white-haired mothers rave And raise their suppliant hands against such pain, While here and there along the altar s strand The cries of woe with sorrowful paeans blend In one grand rhythmic strain. For this, O child of Jove, immortal, grand. To me thy bright and fair-faced courage send. Grant that the mighty Mars, who now unshorn Of brazen shield, with shouts attacks and binds Me round, may in a backward course be borne From out the land and, sped by fav’ring winds. E’en to Atlantic’s farthest western bay Or Thrace’s wild inhospitable sea. For what escapes the bloody hands of night Falls into those of day. Slay him, O Father Jove, who vauntest thee The god of thunder, fierce with fiery light. And now from gold-strung bow, wolf-slaying Sire, Send forth thy ccnqu’ring darts to cure our ills. Well-mixed with shafts of Artemis, charged -with fire With which she flashes through the Lycian hills. And last, O bright-faced god of mirth, on thee I call, thou by whose name is known our land. And when Maenadic hosts surround, come thou Our friend and helper be; And with thy bright and ever-flaming brand Drive forth the god whom all dishonor now. Charles H. Foley, ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 15 fllpotimg pictmz . THE STUDIOUS LAD. Here we have the irrepressible, indefatigable ink slinger and book wrestler. The irreproachable! The pride of the household, class and college. The lad who is doing his duty and vv? ill reap the benefit in the end. He is the professor’s joy and many times his fellow-students’ salvation. Hot or cold weather affect him not in the least. He burns the mid- night oil but rises early to get the milk. Foregoes parties to do his tasks. Latin and Greek and mathematical formulae fly be- fore his ravenous attacks. Comes with his shoes shined on reading-of-mark days. Occupies a front seat on prize-night. Although this species is rare, we have a few among us, and if you glance through the “ Annual,” you will see them there with the literary noises. THE SOCIAL LAD. Look now at the lounging, lisping ladies’ man. The lad of taste and perception of the “ beautiful.” Is always “ dressed up in his best.” Talks you blind about stage- folks, evening parties and opera. Has hawklike optics for skirts and big hats. Can draw the Eternal Question-mark. Can write a charming missive, and is no mean adept at sonnets. Can accom.pany on the piano. Every other week gets twenty- five “ ping-pongs ” taken, a different pose in each. Prome- nades up Charles street of a Sunday afternoon. Knows the meaning of “ Black Monday.” Never anything but affable. But what a sad sight behind the desk, with his dreamy eyes and far-away look. Well, let him alone, he’s harmless and will get over it. 16 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL THE SPORTING LAB. Behold the lad who hath broke and refilled the mint. The walking Monte Carlo. The living example of the “ young blood. ' ' Is ready to bet I. O. U. on all occasions. Spends his own money and other people ' s with equal ferocity, but borrows car fare to get home. Neglects to pay class and society dues. Carries keys and foreign coins to make the loose-change noise. Dresses like a scarecrow. Has an inde- pendent, swaggering air, and always carries his hands in his trousers ' pockets. Resents being called a ‘‘ tin horn sport, but keep your eye on him and you will find him looking under the fence at ball-games. THE ATHLETIC LAD. Here ' s the wildest animal of the herd. Absolutely un- tamable. Study ' s proclaimed and inveterate foe. The idol of the small boy, the bane of the professor. Keeps bobbing up and down the sixty mark. Can write compositions (such as they are) in ten minutes. Is thrilled to the marrow by the crack of the bat or the sharp report of the starter ' s pistol. Impossible for him to get a “ sv elled head. Keeps busy in class figuring out his own record. Shows great intel- lectual capacity in retaining scores. But he is a good- hearted member of the community, and if only the idea of the future could percolate through his befoggled gray mat- ter, he ' d be a joy forever. Harry P. Galligher, ' ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 17 ipowj e acrogi tl e Wav. HERE was nothing about the house to attract more JL than a casual glance from a passer-by. It was just like any other fashionable house in New York. The gra.ce- ful flight of steps which led up to the imposing entrance, the massive overhanging gables of the roof and the grace and beauty of the architecture were its only noticeable features. But to Burt and myself, v ho kept bachelor apartments directly opposite, there had always been an air of mystery about that house across the v ay. It had been built one summer when v e were out of town, and no one seemed to know for whom or by whom it was built. Although the mansion might inspire nothing but admira- tion in the minds of the busy New Yorkers, who were used to such sights, yet there were several mysterious features about it which made it an object of interest and curiosity to us. The windows had been heavily curtained from the day the house had been first occupied. The magnificent front entrance was to all appearances never used by the ov ners, the only persons having been seen to go in or out the front door being a liveried servant, who for all his Ameri- can costume was unmistakably an Oriental. Yet we were sure the house had other occupants, for we had noticed dense clouds of smoke issuing from the chimneys and once, when curiosity had led me to inspect the rear, I had seen two well-dressed men come out of the back gate and step into a waiting automobile. I caught a glimpse of the mends faces and satisfied myself that they were Hindoos. It was evident, then, that these mj sterious creatures always used the back door in preference to the front. But why all this secrecy, 2 18 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL unless they wished to conceal their movements? ¥ ho could these Orientals be, who were always stealing in and out at the back way and had never opened their front windows? Burt and I, who had only been out of college a few years and still retained much of the vigor and curiosity of youth, had asked ourselves these questions over and over, but as no opportunity of investigating the mystery had presented itself, we could only sit at our windows, staring at the house across the way and forming wild conjectures as to the busi- ness, identity and habits of its inmates. One evening, hov ever, the coveted opportunity offered itself in a way which neither of us had expected. I was sitting by the fire v aiting for Burt to come home from the club. I had almost fallen asleep when he burst into the room. He was panting as if he had been running. His face was fiushed ; his eyes sparkled with excitement. “Wake up, man!” he cried, panting for breath. “I saw them taking a girl into that house! They may kill her if someone don’t stop them. Come on ! ” he continued trying to pull me to m.y feet. At first I stared at him in amazement. Then, remembering that he had been to the club, I laughed and sank back into my chair. “ All right, Burt,” I said, sleepily. “ We’ll go in the morn- ing. You go to bed now and sleep it off. Youll feel more like rescuing fair m-aidens to-morrow.” “ Don’t be a fool, Phil,” and there was an earnestness in his tone that made me open my eyes again, “ I have not been imbibing to-night, but I have seen something that has aroused a spirit of chivalry in my breast to equal that of the knights of old. Listen! I was coming home when curiosity prompted me to go around and have a look at the back of the house across the way. Just as I came up the alley an automobile stopped in front of the gate. The door of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 19 machine opened and the two Hindoos stepped out. They spoke roughly to someone inside and then there stepped out into the light of the gas lamp a fair young girl. I only caught a glimpse of her face, Phil, but that was enough to set my heart beating fast. Such a sweet face she had! and how full of terror and suffering! Her eyes! Oh, Phil, my heart went out to the little maid in her terror and trouble, and then—” “And then, what?” I said, for I was now as much excited as Burt. “ I caught a few words spoken in English by the girl, from which I gathered that she v as to be killed at some mys- terious rite or other. My heart froze as I listened, but before I could move they were inside and the gate was closed.” “ Well, what are we to do? ” I asked, helplessly. “ Do ? Why, Phil, there is only one thing to do — to go and rescue that girl. These heathens are going to sacrifice her to some god if they are not stopped. But, by Heaven! they will be stopped ! If you won’t help. I’ll go alone ! ” He v as so m.uch in earnest that he imparted some of his zeal to me. And so, like knights of old, we girded ourselves for the conflict — with a pair of .45 colts— and went forth to the aid of the fair lady in distress. If we had stopped to consider the rashness and utter foolish- ness of what we were about, I am sure that, as two ordinary American citizens of the tv entieth century, we would not have gone on this errand, v hich belonged more suitably to the Middle Ages. But we did not give ourselves time to consider. Led by the excitement of the moment, our natural resentment aroused at the thought of a beautiful girl in dis- tress, v e almost ran around to the rear of the house across the v ay. On our way we agreed upon our plan of attack. We would ring the bell, overpower the one who opened the gate, proceed 20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL into the house, search until we found the girl and then, if possible, carry her off to a place of safety. The first part of our plan worked beautifully. As soon as the gate opened in answer to our ring, we both burst into the yard, overpow- ered the servant who opened it, bound his hands and feet with our belts and locked him in the basement. But now the more exciting part of our adventure was to come. We were about to enter the mysterious house. Without pausing to consider we opened the door and went in boldly. We found ourselves in a little hallway in which several doors opened on either side. There did not seem to be anyone in this part of the house, so we went cautiously along, looking into each of the rooms as we passed. As we opened one of the doors we caught sight of some bloody characters inscribed on the opposite wall, but as we could do no more than guess at their meaning we passed on. ¥ e had gone about ten feet more along this hallway when we came to a large archway, closed by handsomely carved fold- ing doors. On opening these, I was prepared to look into a room of fantastic beauty and grandeur; but the scene that met my eyes so overpowered me with amazement that I entirely forgot where I was. For here in the centre of this house, in the midst of gay New York, was a perfect little Oriental garden. Large palm trees raised their towering heads almost to the graceful arch of the roof above. Oriental shrubs lined the network of paths that crossed and recrossed each other throughout this whole wonderland. Sparkling fountains were scattered here and there among the trees and shrubs, and the air v ras laden with the fragrant odor of spices. The most wonderful thing, however, about this marvelous spot was the way it was lighted. By some mysterious means a soft radiance was spread over the whole scene, giving the exact effect of an Oriental twilight. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 I have no idea how long I stood gazing in rapture at this perfect little corner of the Orient. However, we were both brought to our senses by the sound of a muffled scream that seemed to come from some place above us. Looking around, we saw a stairway which before had escaped our notice. Up this we crept. At the top v e came to a door. Inside we could hear the sound of mien’s voices, as if in prayer, mingled with the stifled sobs of a woman. We opened the door quietly and looked on a plain room, furnished in polished marble and encircled with large vases from v hich issued a peculiar greenish flame, casting a ghastly appearance on a scene which was horrible enough already. For at the other end of the room was an altar, in front of which was bound, hand and foot, a young, dark-eyed girl, whose slender body was convulsed with sobs. Around this were gathered three Hindoos, one of whom was dressed in the robes of a priest. He held a large knife in his hand and v as muttering some blasphemous prayer to his gods. So interested were the men in their murderous work that they failed to note our intrusion. As we stepped into the room, however, the three men turned. I saw a revolver flash in the hand of one. I drew my own. We fired almost at the same instant. I felt a sharp pain as the bullet grazed my cheek, but I had the satisfaction of seeing my man fail without a cry. Before I could fire again one of the others was upon me. Then there began such a struggle as I had never experienced in all my days of football. Backward and forward we swayed, each one grappling for the other’s throat. I remember hearing Burt and the priest fall to the floor and I remember wondering which of them was gasping so painfully for breath. At that moment down we v ent ourselves, carrying with us one of the vases con- taining the green flame. Over and over we rolled and at last I succeeded in fastening my fingers on the Hindoo’s throat and choking him into submission. 22 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL I rose to my feet to notice for the first time what havoc the overturned vase was playing. The burning oil had run over the floor and now almost one-half of the room was in flames. I looked around for Burt and discovered him busily engaged in untieing the girl from the altar. He soon had her free, but by this time the room had become unbearably stifling from the smoke. The flames were all around us. Burt picked up the now senseless form of the girl in his arms and we made a dash for the door. We gained the stairs and rushed down. The whole house was now filled with smoke and we were almost suffocated. Still we rushed on and at last opened the back door and landed safely in the yard. The smoke was by this time pouring from every part of the house. Far up the street we could hear the engines rushing madly to the spot. Revived by the fresh air, we managed to carry our rescued charge safely to our apartments, where we turned her over to the care of our old housekeeper. Then we went to our front window and watched the house across the way burn until there was nothing left but the four walls. At present I am still an old bachelor and happy in my free- dom, but I often visit my old friend Burt and his charming little wife, who now live in their new home just across the way from my own apartments. W. Paul Brown, ’ll. GRADUATING CLASS, 1909. William F. Braden. C. Carroll Rohr. Joseph A. Wozney. Edward K. Hanlon. James S. Murphy. Martin L. McNulty. William H. Kelly. William J. Tewes. Austin McDonnell. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 23 a opi omore ' js appreciation of fatt zv Cabb I N a recent magazine there appeared, translated, I be- lieve, from the French, the following definition of poetry : Poetry is “ the exquisite expression of exquisite im- pressions.” The word exquisite forms the whole definition. In this one little v ord are contained all the other qualities of the true poet, his sense of the beautiful and ideal, his power of conception, his art of expression. And in no other poet of the present time are these qualities or this “ exquisite- ness ” found in such a marked degree or rather I should say, in such a marked perfection as in Father Tabb. The happy array of subjects, the subtle perception and delicate expres- sion of the thoughts, the poetical choice of words, the smooth- ness and rhythm of the lines, the marked absence of all efiort, all lend a beauty and a pleasure to the lyrics of Father Tabb that only true poetry can give. Father Tabb saw the beautiful in everything. To him the meanest object, the commionest scene was linked with the highest thoughts. All things held a charm for him; he seemed to speak with nature and read her very heart. And 24 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL nature spoke to him poetically, whispered its little secret and he the master gave it forth to man. It is by thus ideal- izing for us ever} bird, tree or flower, every dancing sun-ray, every object that daily meets our sight, that Father Tabb has fulfilled his mission as the priest-poet among us. His lyrics store our minds with the fairest and chastest images, and teach us at every turn to lift up our hearts. Sursum Corda ” is their unprinted refrain. The poems quoted in this appreciation may seem to have been chosen more or less at random. They have, however, appealed to me and, at any rate, will serve to illustrate the evenness and universality of Father Tabb’s genius— will show, that no matter in what part Father Tabb is read, no matter what page is turned to, he will always be found a sweet companion. Father Tabb is perhaps at his best in his quatrains. The skill with which he has worked into these little four-line poems the most beautiful thoughts excites our constant wonder. The following may serve to illustrate: “A ladder from the Land of Light, I rest upon the sod, Whence dewy angels of the night Climb back again to God.” What a beautiful thought woven into a few short lines! We cannot help loving it. It forces itself upon us with a tender sweetness, and before we realize it, its full beauty bursts upon us. Here is the golden sunbeam pictured as a ladder joining heaven and earth, on whose steps the sparkling dewdrops are angels climbing to heaven. What a simple, little thought and yet how exquisitely expressed! Yet, were it not for the shortness of the poem, the thought so beauti- ful in itself would lose half of its effect. It is the sweet THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 25 suddenness with which it thrusts itself upon us that arouses our admiration and lends a beauty and a pleasure that can- not be described. And this is only one of the many quatrains written by Father Tabb. They are all alike, a beautiful thought skillfully conceived and artistically expressed, in every line and every word betraying the power of the hand that wrought them and the mind that gave them birth. Let us now turn to another of Father Tabb’s lyrics, con- sisting indeed of a greater number of lines than the quatrain, but possessing in all other respects the artistic effect of the quatrain’s “ multum in parvo.” “ Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked tress, the v inds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green?” We have all witnessed snow-storms, have beheld the same sight of the falling flakes winter after winter, yet who of us has ever been inspired with a thought like this, has ever linked the dismal winter with the happy spring, -the joy with the pain? In these few lines there is expressed a thought which for Spencer would have filled a book, for Shakespeare would have meant a page, for Milton many a labored line. The very shortness of the poem lends to it a certain charm and beauty; yet the poem is finished in every respect, and the more we read it the more we admire the genius of the author and the beauty of his work. But besides all this, there is another beauty present in the poem, a last finishing touch, as it were, to an already perfect work. I mean the delightful rhythm. And the effect of this is enjoyed with all 26 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the greater pleasure that no visible effort is present. Take the first two lines. In the first Vve have a fairly light, gliding cadence, which pictures to our minds the leaves fluttering and “ floating adown the air while in the second we have a soft, slow movement that paints for us the snow-flakes lingering lazily in the air and deadening ail nature. In a word, the conception, metre, rhythm and expression all com- bine to make the poem one of those little, charming produc- tions that will live to the undying fame of their author. Although most of Father Tabb’s poems are short, and after the same fashion of the two already quoted, he has also v ritten some very beautiful sonnets. The following may not be the best or most representative of Tabb’s son- nets, still it is very beautiful and in my opinion does great honor to his fame as a poet: “What was thy dream, sweet Morning? for, behold, Thine eyes are heavy with the balm of night, And as reluctant lilies to the light, The languid lids of lethargy unfold. Was it the tale of Yesterday retold— An echo wakened from the Western height. Where the warm glow of sunset dalliance bright Grew, with the pulse of waning passion, cold? Or was it some heraldic vision grand Of legends that forgotten ages keep In twilight, where the sundering shoals of day Vex the dim sails, unpiloted, of Sleep, Till, one by one, the freighting fancies gay. Like bubbles, vanish on the treacherous strand?” Here, indeed, does Father Tabb exhibit all his povvrers as a poet. Here he pictures for us “ Morning,” her eyes heavy with the balm of Night,” slowly and reluctantly awaken- ing as from a dream. It is this very personification of “ Morning ” that fascinates us at once. The figure fits so THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 27 perfectly, appeals so to everyone, that the poem holds an equal charm for all. The word “ Morning itself recalls to our minds all the sweetness and music of awakening nature, all the charms and beauty of the soft, grey dawn; and when we find it so happily connected with the sleeper and the dream, our joy and admiration is all the greater. And now with the poet we wonder what the dream of ‘‘ Morning ” was. Was it a dream of yesterday, of things of recent happening, or of some day of the dim, far-off past? The dream is of the long-ago, her dream, who day after day through all the ages has appeared, untiring and un- changed. Then, too, the word heraldic lends a nev pleas- ure to the picture. It links the present not only with the days of old, but with the days of knighthood and chivalry v hen everything was great and romantic and noble! The beauty of the poem lies in the personification of “ Morning,” her dream, her antiquity, the contrast between the dream of yesterday and the legend of old. We shall not dwell upon the exquisite expression of this conception, the rare choice of words, the rhythm of the lines. Suffice it to say that the whole thought is traced out clearly and plainly, every word is beautiful, exact, poetical, the metre smooth and easy- flowing; elements which combine to form a finished and per- fect lyric. There never has been and perhaps there never will be an- other poet of the English language like Father Tabb. There have been aspirants who have tried “ sese lyricis vatibus in- seri,” but those who have attempted long poems dwindled down to mere verbosity, while those who have tried the shorter ones sank into obscurity. Father Tabb, however, has struck the “ golden mean.” With rare ability and poeti- cal instinct he saw the beautiful, the poetical in everything, and yet even in his conception of the thought he differs from all other poets. He links with objects thought that the quick- 28 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL est wit and most fertile imagination would hardly dream of, and it is in this very power that his greatness consists. Short and concise, yet exquisite and pleasant, he has written poem after ppem, added, as it were, stone after stone to the monu- ment that is to stand to the everlasting glory of his name, so that he might well say with Horace : “ Exegi monumentum aere perennius, Regalique situ pyramidum altius.” Charles H. Foley, ’ll. Slrantortalttt. VOICE ringing wildly In earth, sea and sky. Finds echoes that mildly Within me reply: ' ' Immortal, immortal. Then vanquish we sorrow And heartache and pain— A deathless to-morrow Is pledged in the strain: Immortal, immortal.” C. P. Losinski, ’12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 29 £Dnli? £)ite Matfi €)ne. J ACK, there are moments in a fellow’s life v hen the good and noble in others make him feel as if he wanted to adore human nature. And there are times also, Jack, when the black side of nature shows and makes you v ant to curse it.” Sewell sat up and looked hard at me. My outburst of moralizing had almost stunned him. We had just returned from a hve-mile provision trip to the village at the foot of the lake where we were camping, and had thrown ourselves down in the darkness near the camp-fire to smoke and muse over the beautiful night that enveloped us. Nothing, I imagined, was farther from Sewell’s mind than the thought I had given voice to. His question, however, startled me and proved our thoughts akin. Say, Skippy, you never told me about that row you fel- lows had with that Richardson chap two years ago.” “ What! ” I said, “ Why I thought you knew all about that.” “ No, I overheard Mack making a reference to it to-day. We v ere passing the sluice dov n here and Danny shuddered.” 30 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ No wonder ’ I told him. “ If you had gone through what Danny did, I imagine you would have shuddered too.’ You see, true in life as in story, there is generally a mal- content in every camp. Howell Richardson never agreed with the fellows, always did his best to balk any plan but his own, and was a snob from the word ‘‘ go.” He was a fellow of the precocious type, handsome in an insipid kind of way, and his folks had plenty of money. You know that stylo— you know how unbearable they are. It seems he was mortally jealous of Dan Mortimer. Danny is the life of the crowd; the Canoe Club would never stick together but for Danny. Always jolly and rollicking, always in good spirits, never considering himself, and what is more, pos- sessed of a witty, healthy mind, he is naturally popular every- where he goes. People can’t help liking him. That’s the reason why Richardson hated him so. He is so bent on him- self, his soul is so puny, that here at camp, at college, at the homes of our friends, yes, even in his own home, he was jealous of Danny’s popularity. He begrudged him every at- tention and never lost the slightest chance of making trouble for him. In short, he was set on revenge. How he was ever voted into the Club, I don’t quite see, for he was the most unpopular boy at college. But it was one of those cases to which you can’t take exception with- out offending half the United States. And, then, Richard- son had a sister at Manhattan College. Mack was the lad who proposed Richardson, and he was the one who actually got him in. We did a little putting two and two together.- We had been in camp about two v eeks, and everybody was having a rousing time. Fishing, boating, racing and the thousand other amusements you meet with at Northern watering places, kept us busy from morning to night. Mack was considering patting himself on the back, at the smooth way things were going under his regime. He had just sue- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 31 ceeded in getting his hand behind him, to proceed with this congratulatory exercise, when something snapped. His ma- chinery had gone back on him, and a sorry day was dawn- ing for Richardson. V ' e were all going fishing one morning, except Doc Parsons and Danny. J. Lewis Parsons, M. D., a man about seven years our senior, had decided to take a vacation, because of nervous trouble. So Mr. Mortimer prevailed upon him to accom,pany us, for a consideration of course, and with the power of guardian over Danny. Poor old Dan was all broken up that summer, in consequence of overstrenuousness in athletics and a slight attack of typhoid. Doc, for some reason best known to himself, ordered Danny to stay behind and keep camp with him. Just then things went wrong; everybody refused point blank to go out with Richa rdson. So Danny, peacemaker ever. Doc Parsons notwithstanding, called out to Richy to make ready, as he was going with him. Richardson and Danny in one boat, Mack and I in an- other, v ent down by the factory. We had been there about an hour, when a spanking breeze came up, blowing down the lake towards the mill. Nobody noticed it was gradu- ally shifting the two boats apart. Right here. Jack, is where the trouble commenced. You know the sluice of the barrel factory is about one hundred feet long and em pties into a vat about twelve feet square and twenty-five feet deep. Everybody, who knows anything about the lake, dreads that place. I tell you, it is frightful in that swirl, when the tur- bines are going. Throv a stick in the vat sometime when nobody is looking, and see what happens. Just picture, if you can, a human being whirling abou t in there. It takes its toll of fishermen every year. When a boat once gets caught in the powerful grasp of that current, which can be felt for some distance from the mouth of the sluice, one has a mighty poor chance of ever seeing that boat whole again. Into this death-trap Richardson and Danny had drifted. 32 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Danny was busied with the landing o£ a bass. Richard- son watched him over his shoulder for a moment, saw that he would be successful, turned around and found himself looking into the mouth of the sluice. What I’m going to t|ell you now, Jack, is what I call the most cold-blooded piece of spite- work it has been my misfortune to witness. Richardson never opened his mouth. He reached up, caught hold of the roof and swung clear. If he had only made an attempt at checking the boat’s onrush with his feet, Danny might have been given a chance to free him-self from the luggage at the bottom of the boat, and would have given him some grounds for excuse. Danny came to his senses and realized what had been going on, just in time to see Mack and myself rowing frantically towards him, when he shot out of sight into that sluice. Richardson never heard our shouts. He never dreamed that we had been approaching all the time; he never dreamed that we saw him indulge in a fiendish smile ; he never dreamed that we heard him say, “ By — , I guess you won’t butt in any more.” But when we landed on the roof near the middle, and called to the mill for help, Richardson crav led up like a whipped cur, jumped off, and ran out of sight around the corner of the mill. He knew then that, if there was going; to be any questioning about the matter. Mack and I would have a few things to say, not altogether healthy for him. Then followed a scene that has made us love and look up to Mack, great, big, noble-hearted Stanley Mack, forever as the boss of the camp and crowd in general. Right down that roof he tore, pausing a moment as he caught sight of Danny, saw him pitched out of the boat, hurled head first against the logs on the side, and then fall unconscious in the vat Only a moment, then he dove off. THE MAY SHRINE. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 33 Man, it was simply great. It makes me feel cheap, when I think how the engineer, the employees of the factory and m yself stood there helpless, holding one end of a rope, while Mack, hampered by all his clothes, fought alone for Danny’s life. And the swirl dragging on them and sucking them in all the time. Jack, it w ' as matter for an epic, to see Mack struggle and fight for that rope, and keep Danny’s head up at the same time. And when we finally hauled them in, both unconscious, it was touching to see those rough, strong mien break down and cry like babies. My feelings were running away with me— -I could say no more. So I made a great show at filling and lighting my pipe. After a long silence, however, I remarked : “ Don ' t you know. Mack was helpless for two days, and Danny was three months recovering. Mack v as strongly in favor of taking action, but Danny pleaded for Richard- son, saying he couldn’t help what birth and breeding had given him. Nevertheless, Mack’s jaws snapped, and you know what happens when his jaws snap, ' Vv e’ll see,’ was all he said, and he and all of Danny’s friends intend some: time to see justice done.” The boys were returning ; our chat was at an end. I threw a few sticks of wood on the fire and swung the kettle round, in preparation for our nightly lunch. Mack and Danny called to us, and were just coming in sight through the trees, when Jack, in tones of one announcing a startling discovery, re- marked : “ By Heca, I see it now. That’s what Richardson’s folks meant when pressed for a reason why he was sent to a school in Italy. ‘ This country does not agree with Howell,’ they said. Well, I suppose it didn’t, nor he with it.” Edwin B. Kelly, ’10. 3 34 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL iLettet0 of ti e ' Brotl er of a Suffragette. March 1, 1909. D ear Tad:— I am writing you in the faint hope that you can give me some consolation in my misfortune. Sister Jane has become a Suffragette. A plaguy on the head of this new and insidious secret society of Suffragettes. “ Secret So- ciety ’ did I say? Well, perhaps I ought to modify that state- ment a little, as the organization is composed exclusively of women. But I sv 7ear to you that ere long I shall prevent Jane by main force, if necessary, from attending the meetings of these deluded creatures. “ Why? ” you may ask. V hy, in- deed! Didn’t Jane inform me yesterday, as coolly as you please, that I v as no longer to b e allowed to read the “ World ” in the morning while she was hustling around seeing to breakfast, but that she, forsooth ! intended to change places with me and decide upon what nags should be played at Pimlico, and what stocks should be bought, vv hile I was engaged (imagine it, please), in warming some milk for her pet poodle and in making out the grocer’s and butcher’s list for the day. Didn’t that same sister of mine ask me this morning what styles of collars and ties were worn, and whether I thought a green felt hat or a derby would be more becoming her? I promptly told her that my whole last summer’s outfit was upstairs in my closet, from socks to hats, if she wanted them, but I warned her that if she adopted my wearing apparel in future, she would have to stoke the furnace and wash the pavement o ff, jobs which are ordinarily mine. This seemed to cool her ardor somewhat, but I am fearful lest another attack of Suffragitis should come on. Write and console your suffering chum. Jack. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 35 11 . March 8, 1909. Dear Tad: — I appreciate your kind efforts to alleviate my misery, but alas, poor Yorick! Jane has had another attack of the dread disease mentioned in my last letter, brought on by exposure to the deadly fumes of the gas produced at one of the discussions of the club. This morning the young lady informed me that she would never speak to me again if I failed to vote for Mr. Percy Shillingworth who, as you know, IS a candidate for mayor of this burg. ‘‘ Why so,” I asked her. ‘‘ Because,” she replied. This is the kind of answers I have to put up with nowadays. You remember old Shilling- worth, don’t you? Great man for church fairs, Sunday school picnics and the like; a fond advocate of the water wagon and sundaes. V ell, Jane immediately started off to discuss with great spirit all the various campaign issues. To make matters worse, the cook had not shown up that morning. Jane usually gets breakfast ready in an emergency of this kind, but now she would not occupy herself in such a harm- less way. She thought, I suppose, that a lot of what Mr. Candidate This and Candidate That had to say was just as substantial and satisfying as beefsteak and hot rolls. I gave her a good piece of my mind, but I hear that the harangues at Convention Hall are becoming daily more spirited, so I know that my advice falls on deaf ears. Sorrowfully yours. Jack. III. March 15, 1909. Dear Tad: — There is no rest for the weary. The Suffra- gette meetings in Convention Hall have been broken up for dis- turbing the peace of the neighborhood. But as I say, no rest 36 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL for the weary. I came home from the office the other day, and as I had a bad headache I threw myself upon the sofa in the sitting room downstairs and fell asleep. Woe is me! My slumbers were rudely disturbed by a hubbub of noise that bore all the earmarks of a miniature riot. Investiga- tion revealed the fact that the disturbance came from Jane’s room, which is just above the sitting room. The Suffra- gettes, if you please, have converted Jane’s room into their meeting hall. I could distinguish now and then above the hubbub a few words which led me to believe that they were unanimous on turning the world topsy-turvy and abolishing all order. At supper that night (at which, by the way, I do the pouring of tea) I asked Jane, Well, for whom did you decide to vote? ” Jane started in to elaborate the whole affair, telling me how the High and Mighty Order of Suf- fragettes hoped to be granted the exercise of the franchise in time to cast a unanimous ballot for Mr. Percy Shilling- worth— oh, just the dearest man in town. ’ I told her that all expenses for broken furniture would be charged to the account of the said High and Mighty Order, at which the young lady could scarcely resist hitting me on the head with the carving steel (she does the carving, if you must know). Alas, the plot thickens ! Dejectedly, Jack. IV. March 22, 1909. Dear Tad: — The last straw! the camel’s back is broken! I came home this evening to find our lawn covered with mem- bers of the “ Distinction ” known as the Order of Suffragettes. That was bad enough, I thought, but the worst was yet to come. As I opened the front gate, I beheld a sight that fixed me to the spot. Out upon the porch, before the ex- pectant eyes of the female multitude, advanced my sister. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 37 arrayed in my dress suit, and addressed the gathering with heated atmosphere, the substance of which, as far as I re- member, was : ' ' Down with the market basket ! Away to the lumber rooms with every sewing-machine in the land! We will tread them no longer! Instead, we will guide through the streets of every city, every village, every hamlet, the un- v ieldy truck and the honking taxicab! We will loosen our grip upon the broom handle and clutch firmly the police- man’s billy! Dov n with lesson books! Vv ' e will have none of them ; instead, we will handle the books at Pimlico, Sheeps- head Bay and Benning! We will reform the ballot; it shall no longer be folded like a handkerchief or a tablecloth, but like a seven-gored skirt! Fellow Suffragettes, all together, one, two, three, and we will usurp the dominion now held by man! V e will do av ay with cabinets in the government and replace them with chiffoniers; we will do away with armies and navies and war with our tongues! The future is all brightness for the suffragette cause! ” I am seriously meditating suicide, my dear Tad. Don’t you think that I have good reasons for so doing? Yours in utter despair. Jack. John T. Briscoe, ’10. 38 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL mm fiagjs. MERIC ANS are the globe-trotters of today, and have JTx. left their impress on every hill and plain known to man. But ask any of these tourists on their return home what their impressions are, what sights they have seen, and, after a perfunctory word or so on the art galleries and cathe- drals, they will tell you of their real impressions. They will tell you of the things that actually appealed to them, of the little things w hich they will remember when St. Peter’s, the Louvre and Waterloo are but faint memories, and the glories of a sunset on the Bay of Naples or the beauties of the Rhine are long-since forgotten pictures. This is my excuse for the notes which follow; they are little snapshots taken here and there; if you wish to read of pictures and buildings, pull down your Stoddard or your Holmes. One gets a taste of the tropical at the Azores. As the ship swings around a great bluff, you see the pretty little town of Ponta Delgada, with its blue, pink and yellow houses. No sky-scrapers, no factories, no smoke, no noise! But even here American industry has made its way, for over the town are scattered the placards of a great American sewing-ma- chine firm. American coins are more precious here than their own; at least they are never known to refuse them. It is a source of great surprise to find that Gibraltar is not a bare rock, but a great fortress, with a neat, clean city at its foot. The harbor is a masterpiece of engineering. For its size Gibraltar is the most cosmopolitan place on earth. It is filled with Spaniards, English, Americans, Arabs — to say nothing of the other nationalities represented. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 39 American students find their recreation in baseball and foot- ball; German students at Heidelberg take to duelling. The object is to accumulate as many scars on their faces as possi- ble. What a picture to see them wandering about the Kursaal in the evening in their colored caps, admiring one another. The Kaiser could not see it that way, though, and sent his sons to the University of Bonn. Holland is a ‘‘ cheesy ” place. At Edam they have a big shed, where they keep cheese in summer and cows in winter. However, it is scrupulously clean. The Dutch don’t dress as we see them represented in musical comedies; that form of clothing is almost extinct, except in the isle of Marken, where it is worn for the sake of American visitors. In Paris in the summer the opera is largely patronized by Americans, who are not always hugely appreciative. During a mob scene in “ William Tell,” one citizen of the U. S. A. v as heard to exclaim, “ Oh, gee ! look at the rough-house ! ” The new Jesuit College just outside of Brussels is a mag- nificent and enormous building. It is equipped with a large and very modern library and throughout is a model college. It has an advantage lacked by us at Loyola in its large foot- ball field and tennis courts. There is also on the grounds a sv imming pool, which is used for skating in the winter months. Good luck to you, St. Michael’s ! What is the use of teaching our children to make their handwriting plain and legible, when the world’s great men have generally been such wretched writers. Shakespeare’s signature, in the British Museum, is a m.ost indistinguishable effort; it rather resembles the mark made by someone wiping a pen. There are many great and magnificent cathedrals in Europe, for the miost part heavy and massive. But there is one, white and beautiful, in which every line is so finely carved, every 40 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL pillar and parapet so skillfully placed, that it seems more like a dream church than a pile raised by the hands of men. It stands in the great square of Milan, one of the most beauti- ful monuments of the age of the Renaissance. Naples is a beautiful city, but one’s first impressions when landing are generally very nasal, Naples is no place for kind- hearted Americans, for to be charitable to the number of beg- gars there v ould break a millionaire. Yes, the custom-house is a great institution. But one can hardly appreciate it when it is encountered at every boundary line (and boundary lines are numerous on the Continent). European custom officials for the most part are on the look- out for tobacco and matches. One young lady, an American, had her trunk searched on the Dutch frontier for cigars. It is rather disappointing, when you have read so much of “Father Tiber,” to find it only a narrow, muddy stream, not much wider than Jones’ Falls. For that matter, the average European river wears a very shrunken and humble appear- ance, in no way like our great streams. But the Rhine is all it is said to be, and the German’s love for it is easily under- stood. Honestly, there is nothing poetic about candle-light, old- fashioned beds, etc,, which are sometimes encountered in old English inns. By the way, some of the eggs served at one of these ancient hostelries tasted as though they were con- temporaneous with the founding of the city. On the way home one is likely to be conscious of only a confused blur of paintings and churches. There are so many of both that there is a resultant temptation to avoid art for- ever and never go to church again. The moral, then, is to pray for the tourist, that he may return home none the worse for being seasick and still a good Christian. Edward K. Hanlon, ’09. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 41 P OETRY is not at the present time in a very flourishing condition. The last echoes of the Victorian poets died with Swinburne, and we have yet to hear the strains of a new harmony. It is perhaps as much owing to the fact that we are, so to speak, betv een two great eras of verse, one of which is yet to come, as to the progress of industrialism, that we have no great poetry. We find minor poetry that is often very beautiful, but anything that aims higher is invariably an imitation of little value or else somewhat melodious nonsense. Both of these varieties are prominent in magazine verse : that is to say, the typical magazine verse, for here and there in the pages of our periodicals we find stanzas that without pre- tending to be the work of genius, are nevertheless true poetry. Obscurity is the chief mark of magazine verse, and at the same time its m.ost subtle charm. We are apt to consider what we cannot understand, as highly intellectual, and we are helped in this illusion when we find it in rhythmical stanzas. The succe ss of magazine verse is thus accounted for, although its value is not increased. One cause of this lack of clearness is probably the fact that the versifier imitates all the faults of 42 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL such poets as Browning, without arriving at any of their per- fections. The would-be poet, or up-to-date poet, as we may call him, assumes that his verse will be successful if it is misty, and accordingly plunges into clouds. But to touch the main- spring of this obscurity, we must look to the spirit of agnosti- cism which pervades magazine verse of the typical kind ; either this, or absolutely absurd spiritual ideals. Pantheism is an- other favorite hobby of the magazine poet; in fact, he delights in expressing his lack of all sane spiritual belief. As for the language of magazine verse, we are often reminded of the fantastic lines of the post-Elizabethan poets. These came after a period of great poetry ; the petty muses that f!it through our magazines follow the Victorian era, and they prove as sterile as their counterparts. Many of these poems are so bewildering that all but the main idea is doubtful, while even that is but faintly intelligible, A vague undefined melancholy runs through most of the verse of this kind, but outside of this we are at a loss to decipher its meaning. To comment on the thought of these lyrics is rather difficult, when the authors themselves do not appear to have mastered it. Whenever the typical magazine poet touches upon the soul or anything above the material, there is a vague jumble of doubts and suggestions: doubts which come from an undefined want of belief, and suggestions, which leading to naught destroy the unity of the poem without adding to its beauty. This element of wistful longing might in the hands of a master produce a great poem, but as found in magazine verse, it merely gives us the impression that the v riter is beating the air for lack of ideas. The musical metre, at the same time that it conceals the defects of this verse, sets off its prized obscurity to the best advantage. There is a strangely seductive element in stanzas of this kind, that is the joint result of their obscurity and agnosticism, both assisted by the rhythm. It is strongly marked in a THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 43 magazine poem published a year ago under the title: “ The Foundling,” We take it as a specimen of the kind ordinarily printed. When we first read this production, we get very few thoughts beyond a general sense of involved lan- guage, employed as poetical. Upon a second perusal, how- ever, we feel the melancholy, the despair that pervades the whole poem. This may be traced to the agnostic tone of the verses, and from this the obscurity results. The speaker in the poem starts by addressing “ Beautiful Mother,” who is evi- dently Nature, and desires to know if he is her son. This per- son, groping in the dark to discover his own origin and the end of his being, finally gives up the task in despair. He expresses a protest against his lot, mingled with longings for something he cannot reach. He finds little comfort in love, which indeed adds to his hopelessness by making him realize that all must end with death. While declaring that he does not understand the meaning of life, he rebels against his own condition in these words : “ I, lord at noon, at nightfall no more free, Take on more heavily The yoke of hid, intolerable Powers.” It is impossible to describe the motive of the poem very clearly, since it is itself so obscure, but the keynote of the stanzas is simply this : an utter absence of all higher religious belief, resulting in a spirit of rebellious despair— in a word the very essence of agnosticism. This is partly expressed in the following lines: “ When those far lights above Scorch me with farness — lights that call and call To the far heart, and answer not at all; Save that they will not let the darkness be.” Scribner’s, April, 1908. 44 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The author’s mouthpiece would prefer to be without any light at all, than to have that unsatisfied yearning which is the natural sentiment of the agnostic. He does not solve the problem of life at all, but tries without success to be satisfied with his present fate. We find the only poor comfort of the agnostic in the last stanza: “ Beautiful Mother, I am not thy son, I know it from those echoes in the sky. I know; I know not why. Even from thy golden, wide oblivion: Thy leave to help in all thy harvesting. Thy leave to work a little, live, and sing; Thy leave to suffer— -yea, to sing and die. Beautiful Mother! Ah, whose child am I?” The above poem is especially worthy of notice, as it com- bines in itself all the elements of agnosticism that play such a prominent part in magazine verse. But agnosticism is not all that we meet with in the rhymed fantasies scattered through the pages of our magazines. For example another of these poems called “ The Immortal, ’ is simply an expression of pantheism. It is filled with indefinite terms, presumptuous not to say blasphemous ideas, and all the cheap trumpery of that belief. One stanza will easily show thfe : “ Hope or fear or bliss or woe Flits a shadow on the sod; Life and Death perpetual flow. Underneath them I am God.” The first two lines remind us of Christian Science, the third is senseless— although “ Life ” and “ Death,” written with capitals give it quite a Persian air, and the last line, since it can only be understood to mean what it says, shows us the Harper’s, April, 1908. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 45 usual presumption of pantheism. Another stanza is at least self-possessed and confident, if it has no other merit: “ Neither curse nor creed I know, Doubts that darken, faiths that shine; Time and space are empty show. All that ever was is mine.” We are informed that the writer has no creed, although pantheism is usually considered such, while as to the supposed lack of “ faiths,” surely it requires a very strong faith to believe all the sounding nonsense that makes up the poem. The last stanza is composed of six adjectives intended to give it a sublime air, one absurd statement, and a final triumphant burst of pantheism: “ Silent, deathless, centred fast, Ancient, uncreated, free, I came not to birth at last. Universes are of me.” This poem is by no means a solitary instance of its kind. It is typical of a class. It is thoroughly up-to-date. Many of the versifiers in the magazines start with a com- monplace idea, which they plunge into such obscurity and express in such fantastic language, that their production seems a parody on a true poem. An effusion of this kind, pub- lished in one of our magazines, is a sonnet entitled, Pre- science.” The only idea in the poem is that all things seem dead, but are only waiting for the life of the spring. This hackneyed theme is dressed up in barbarous metaphors and lost in a maze of involved sentences. Since the bard shows little true poetic conception, he conceals his defects by using abstruse words, that not only fail to express any rational The Century, May, 1909. 46 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ideas, but still less approach anything poetical. And yet the very fact that the sonnet is filled with misplaced epithets and uncouth nouns would probably be its greatest merit among the magazine versifiers, who have a strange standard of excel- lence. The diction of the poem is best criticised by quoting a few lines : “ Dank fields no faintest glint of green hath broke The drear of; skies’ dull gray uninterspersed With the white surprise from thunder-clouds aburst; No hint of v impling leafage on the oak: And yet I see abroad the robin-folk, Tripping with pensive interludes of pause;—” In the very first sentence we perceive that the writer has made the mistake of thinking that to be ungrammatical is to be poetic. To describe lightning the words “ white surprise ” are rather a failure, since they would better apply to a sheeted ghost. ¥ e feel sorry that the poet could find no other word to fill out the metre than “ aburst,” and we v onder what species of grov th is meant by wimpling leafage.” Passing over the “ robinfolk,” we stop to admire the beauty of pensive interludes of pause,” as its tautology reminds us of “ liquid water.” The grand climax, however, is in the last lines of the sonnet, where the poet surpasses himself in his choice of poetical thoughts: “ Weed ardors, and the mighty lusts of bogs, — Feigned stagnancy but mantling fecund ways; Brief space, and lovers loitering of a night Will hearken, suddenly aware: ‘ The frogs! ’ ” Would it be possible for the poem to end more absurdly? We almost doubt that the sonnet was written with a serious purpose, when we struggle through fourteen lines of clogged metre only to find those startling words, “ The frogs.” They THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 47 are so utterly out of place and so ridiculous, that the whole sonnet seems indeed a travesty on a poem. This, however, is only an example of another kind of verse that appears to find favor with readers of the magazines. Although the typical magazine poem has very little of the nature of poetry, now and then we find gems of verse that are better appreciated because they are rare, and because their very simplicity is a relief from the usual style of the verse in our periodicals. The true poetry in our magazines is indeed the minor poetry, that does not pretend to be anything else. It certainly fills the requirements of the times, since the present is not the era of great poetry. We should be satisfied with minor verse, if most of the writers in the magazines would only endeavor to perfect this, instead of being guilty of poor imitations of Byron, Shelley and Keats. As for the higher type of poetry, the nobler inspirations of the muse, we shall have to wait until the period of reaction is over, and the divine art reaches even greater glory by means of a rising school that is yet a dream of the future. Charles S. Lerch, Tl. 48 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL aga?we OJLDN ' T you be surprised if told that one page of Y? a well-known monthly for a single edition sells for four thousand dollars? Yet this fabulous sum is just what you would be obliged to pay if you desired to use a single page for advertising purposes. Surprise is followed by amaze- m.ent when assured that the price quoted above is correct and that a single edition of this magazine with a million netted its publishers four hundred thousand dollars from ads alone. The modern business establishment would just as soon try to conduct its affairs without a book-keeper as to dispense with advertising, and we can safely assert that the latter course would be almost as disastrous as the former. If it would extend its trade beyond local confines, it must either advertise or employ drummers. The latter are very expen- sive and their scope necessarily is limited to a small region, whilst advertising, if it cannot be called cheap, is certainly very economical considering its vast scope. As a result, ad- vertising has practically eliminated the genial commercial traveler as a business factor. Advertising is now a system of education. It is “ the art of acquainting the public with the name, nature and utility of a certain article.” Formerly it stopped short after the mere notification of the public that a certain article could be had at a certain place. Now it aims to cultivate a taste or desire for it. The drummer of the past endeavored to place his v ares with the dealer, leaving him to blaze the way for its use and popularity. Nov advertising popularizes, and thus compels the dealer to handle the article in question. An THE COLLEGE MINSTRELS THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 49 assortment of popular articles is just as essential to success in these days as a line of staples. A very important effect of the publicity habit ’’ is the growing number of factories that sell direct to the consumer and thus eliminate extra freight charges and the middle-man’s profit, an economy which benefits the consumer. Comparing the new forms with the old, the metamorphosis of advertising is as pronounced as that of the freshman from September to the following June. Like the freshman, it has outgrown its seedy garments and like him it has modernized its name. In the village he was Si Smith; in the college Silas Smythe. Advertising is now styled commercial publicity. In this article, however, the new-fangled expression will be avoided and for the sake of brevity the old, familiar name Ad. will be used. Ads. are of many varieties, almost as many as the “ 57,” in- cluding magazine ads., newspaper ads., street-car ads., bill- board ads., etc., etc. Each kind has its own utility and the ad- vertiser must use that which is best suited to his needs. If his trade is purely local, some of the latter forms are more to his purpose ; but if his business is national in character, the maga- zine alone can cater to his needs. The newspaper, no matter how great its circulation, is unsuited for general adver tising purposes for the reasons that it lives but for a day and for the most part falls into the hands of men alone. After a hurried glance over the head lines, the market or baseball, it is con- signed to the car seat or waste-basket without the ads. being seen at all. With the magazine it is different. It goes into the hom.e of leisure and is read from cover to cover. Its life extends over a period of four weeks and frequently as long as four months, so that the ad. is given the opportunity to tell its tale. Another important item in the success of the maga- zine ad. is that the man with the magazine habit is usually a person of means, well able to purchase the article that strikes his fancy. 4 50 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL To repeat, there is a marked contrast between both the manner of advertising and the kind of goods advertised to-day in comparison with those of the last decade. Then sensa- tionalism was the keynote and novelty the kind, whereas to-day it is the reason why,” and even the staples are thus exploited. The merchant, who ten years ago v ould have scoffed at the idea of advertising his hour, nov buys a four- thousand-dollar page. Only last night I saw a magnificent full-page ad. in a popular weekly telling the merits of a certain brand of table salt. Sugar, in sparkling white cubes that tempt us, is brought to our notice repeatedly. Food-stuff s, scientifically prepared and packed, form a large part of mod- ern advertising. In fact, goods of every description are con- stantly and successfully placed before the public through the medium of the magazine. “ I cure fits ” and the lurid, lying, patent-nostrum species of ads. have been relegated to an obscurity which they well deserve. The fact is they have worked so much harm in the past that at one time to advertise a commodity, no matter how respectable, was to direct suspicion against it. However, by frank and honest methods this prejudice has been overcome. To-day one policy alone means permanent success and that is honesty. To illustrate: A very large mail-order house has computed that it loses less than one per cent through its vast credit system, thus establishing the fact that more than ninety-nine per cent of the buying public is honest. In the face of this truth, can anyone hope to win by dishonesty? This is further proved by the fact that whatever enjoys a continued popularity and growing success has merit. Hence the first requisite is merit, the next to advertise it properly. As truth may even suffer from the manner of teaching it, so merit may from a clumsy ad. The reason is not far to seek. The advertiser is in the nature of an interloper. He is obliged to compete with the litterateur, the artist and the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 51 scientist. To succeed, great skill is required. His English must be that of a good writer, his art elaborate and his logic conclusive, otherwise it will fall as discordantly as the cries of the hawker upon the ears of the spring poet. A crisp and clear sentence of four or five words, a pretty picture and a brief argument with forceful conclusion, form the epitome of the advertising art. Who has not been pleasantly yet forci- bly struck by “ Hasn’t scratched yet and “ its fluffy little chick?” Who has not felt the impulse from “Brighten up” and its kind, and rebelled against the “ Don’t read this ” when the opposite was clearly intended? Almost instinctively we turn av ay from such ads., feeling that we are being imposed upon, which, of course, detracts from the success of the ad- vertised article. It is not within the scope of this article to discuss the psychology of advertising, but to be a successful advertising agent, one must have a practical knowledge of the psychic value of each word, phrase or illustration. The best answer to the question “ Does advertising pay?” is found in its extensive and general use. When we come down to particulars, however, a few concrete examples may serve to convince us fully. The N. B. Co. annually spend over a million dollars exploiting Uneeda and its little sisters, and you never heard of a great corporation throwing away a million. The Waterman Company, Armour Co. and dozens of others spend more than a million per annum for ads. Referring to a preceding paragraph, where one of the requisites of good advertising is claimed to be the first catchy word or sentence, we point to these: “First over the bars,” Let the Gold-Dust Twins do your work,” “ His master’s voice,” “ Regal,” etc., as being millionaires in themselves, be- cause they have each made millions for their owners. The owners of “ Regal ” would refuse two and one-half millions for its exclusive use. So you see it pays. It pays the advertiser, it pays the consumer and it pays the nation. The first by 52 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL increased business and profits; the second by economy in freights and other charges, which he ultimately has to pay in all cases ; the last in education of honesty and a closer union of all its people; for advertising has elevated business morals and brought all sections of this great country into a closer commercial union. C. C. Rohr, ’09. Co a ' Butterfly. BUTTERFLY — we call you so Who watch you flutter, dart and go ’Mongst flow’ry meads and woodlands gay, Serene upon your airy way. In summer hours your life is run Sporting and dancing in the sun ; For naught you know of wintry wind: The frost and snow you’ve left behind. A spirit that hath lost its way And wandered hither not to stay: — Such do we deem, faint-hearted one. Your little life beneath the sun. Austin McDonnell, 09. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 53 i apftne 9!llii0tratton. OTHING surprises and at the same time delights us L more in taking up a copy of a magazine of today, than the superb set of illustrations that illuminate almost every page. The eagerness with which we glance over these even before we scan the table of contents, the pleasure with which we comment upon them as “ beautiful,” the care with which we treasure in scrap-books those that more especially strike our fancy, are ample proofs of the paramount attrac- tive power of the picture in the modern periodical. And yet, of the generality of magazine readers, how many are there who pause to consider v hat labor was expended on the illus- tration they admire so much; what was the cost of its pro- duction, or v ith what strides the art of elaborating it has advanced in recent years? Or, to come nearer to our point, how many have learned to discriminate between the various types of pictures on the open pages before them; can distin- guish between a half-tone or a line-cut, a wood-cut or a lithograph; can tell whether it was printed from wood, metal or stone? It is with the intention of bringing this power of discrim- ination within the reach of the general reader, and of inci- dentally giving him some canons of criticism, that the present article is written. We do not pretend to an exhaustive scien- tific treatment of the subject. Any encyclopedia will sup- plement the information we give. As hinted at above, there are four types of illustrations in the magazines of today: the lithograph, the half-tone, the line-cut and the wood-cut. We shall describe the process 54 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL which each undergoes, in order to make clear the character- istic qualities of each. Let us first describe the process which a drawing from which a lithograph is made, goes through before we see the printed picture. The drawing is first transferred to stone, either directly or indirectly, by methods unnecessary to de- scribe. The stone is of peculiar grain; and after the draw- ing is made on it, it is etched, — that is, the parts which are not covered by the drawing are eaten in with acid; the litho- graph is printed from the stone. In our modern magazines, perhaps two-thirds of the re- productions are half-tones; and so we can do no better than describe the method of producing these. They are made of a drawing which has a tone, i. e., light and dark parts, shades and colors, such as a wash-drawing, an oil-color, a crayon, or a water-color. Of course it would be impossible to re- produce light and shade by a simple photograph on metal; therefore, to produce the half-tone, a screen is used in photo- graphing the picture. Let us take, for instance, one of Peter Newell’s comic sketches. These are merely black and white shaded drawings in India ink or lampblack. The drawing, as it comes from the hands of the artist, is first of all photo- graphed through a screen, which gives tone and softness to the finished reproduction. The screens used are of a varying number of lines, governed by the quality of the paper to be used in the printing; for fine paper there are more lines than for coarse or cheap paper. The negative of this photograph is taken and stripped, so as to give the final reproduction unreversed, and from this the picture is printed on a sensi- tized copper plate. Then it is covered with a preparation that withstands the action of acid. When washed in a chemi- cal solution those parts are etched, which were affected in the photographic process, and so the object or objects to be reproduced (in the present instance Peter Newell’s sketch) THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 55 are now etched in the metal in half-tone, exactly as they were in the original. Ail the photographs we see in magazines are half-tone re- productions, as well as most of the drawings of scenery, animals, and buildings. Most of our colored magazine pic- tures and cover designs are also half-tones. The process for a Fisher or a Leyendecker in two or three colors is the same as that for a plain wash-drawing, save that a photograph is made of each color in the composi- tion, and the plates are combined in the printing. Half-tones are easily distinguished, as they are all broken up by minute lines or dots, the result of taking the picture through a screen. We need not think that the photo-engraver always makes successful reproductions of drawings ; on the con- trary, many and most exasperating are his failures. From the half-tone let us proceed to what is perhaps the most commonly used process after it — the line-cut. Those designs, sketches or drawings which consist merely of in- tense lines, and therefore requiring no tone or softness in reproduction, are photographed directly upon the metal and are called line-cuts. As the fineness of lines and shades which are found in many half-tones are absent in the line- cut, a softer and cheaper metal, and cheaper chemicals are used in the etching. To protect the parts that have been affected by light, before the plate is put in the acid bath, it is covered with a preparation of printer’s ink. The works of Charles Dana Gibson, at least those of his drav ings that have been done in pen and ink, are all re- produced in line-cut, and the advantage of the line-cut for truth in reproduction over the half-tone, is readily seen by the close examination of a Fisher and a Gibson, The Gibson is as intense and as true as the original, while the Fisher, no matter how fine the screen that has been used, is always broken up by fine lines. Most all of Frost ' s draw- 56 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ings are line cuts, as well as those of Melville. Christy’s drawings are mostly half-tones. Clarence Underwood’s are reproduced by both lithography and the half-tone. Gibson has created the ‘‘ Gibson Girl,” which has been reproduced in as many forms as the fertile minds of the sta- tioner printer could devise. Christy has used the brush to good effect, and with the ‘‘ Gibson Girl ” in black and white and the Christy Girl in color we have the American girl well represented in the various types of her beauty and phases of her character. Harrison Fisher and Underwood have displayed the naivete and beauty of our women in almost every pose conceivable, and v ith so happy a result that the drawings are known and admired the world over. Philip Boileau, too, has given us a number of gems in pas- tel which are v orthy of our admiration in many v ays. With pleasure notice the soft blendings, the elusive shadovs s. He is a perfect master of the well-toned tints of cheek and neck, and his attention to detail has made his artistic work precious for its quality. Let us not in our brief summary forget the cartoonist. His is a unique occupation, depicting, as he does, v ith a few pen strokes the leaders and rulers of the day in all man- ner of ludicrous and impossible situations. There is a ver- itable host of these caricature artists, and almost every maga- zine and newspaper has its high-salaried cartoonists. Eminent men in this v ork are Opper, Swinnerton, Wood, McClure and Kohn. The black-and-white works of these men are usually reproduced in line-cut, while those in color are re- produced in half-tone. So much for the half-tone, the line-cut and the lithograph. The woodcut is the only other method commonly used in magazine reproductions. The drawing is made on wood and engraved; from this an electrotype is made. An impression THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 57 of the graven picture is taken in wax, which is then placed in a tank containing a chemical solution. An electric cur- rent is passed through, v hich causes a very thin copper shell to be formed over the wax impression. The shell is backed by a cheaper, heavier metal to make it durable. All photo-engravings can be printed directly from the plates, but often w ' hen thousands of copies of the pictures are made, v hich would wear off the sharpness of the plate, an electro- type is made, which preserves in print the clearness of the original wood-cut or line-cut. After the etchings are made of half-tones, line-cuts or wood- cuts they are usually retouched, especially the half-tones in which the high lights are worked up. Our modern magazine, which is the organ of common thought, would be practically worthless without a goodly quota of drawings, photographs and the like. The illustra- tive art has been made the expression of the ideas of the learned and more prosperous to the ignorant and illiterate, for there is no one with the sense of sight developed -who cannot comprehend the import of a picture clearly executed. Such methods of reproduction as the photogravure, the steel engraving and copper-plate, owing to the expense involved in engraving and printing, cannot be used in our modern magazine, v hich sells so cheaply, although in some high-priced books and in encyclopedias we find them. Cyril A. Keller, 10. 58 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Co morrotD LTHOUGH Randolph Chester was a pre-eminently 1 proper young man, he nevertheless felt that just at the present moment it would be a distinct relief to say things.” ‘‘ Vv hy in the name of common sense did I want to lie down and take a nap this evening, when I knew that once I get a ‘ strangle hold ’ on old Morpheus nothing short of violence can arouse me ? ” This he inquired of the looking- glass, whose only reply was to show him a very flurried young gentleman struggling with a refractory necktie that insisted on climbing over his collar, while its owner kept glancing from time to time at the clock, which showed just five min- utes in which to get dressed and keep an engagement. As usual on such occasions, everything was going wrong. All the fates seemed to be united in a foul conspiracy to hinder him from keeping that engagement. Just as he was congratulating himself, however, on having conquered the necktie, there was a sound of tearing cloth, and he held a piece of the unfortunate scarf in each hand. Incidentally there followed sundry other sounds usually ex- pressed by blanks and astronomical signs. By the time our much-abused hero had replaced the torn scarf, combed his hair and struggled into one of those abbre- viated-in-front-and-drawn-out-in-the-rear contrivances that go under the misnomer of dress suits, the time set for his en- gagement had flown, together with the remainder of his tem- per. It might be well to state here that our friend had made “ a date ” to take a certain charming young miss of his ac- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 59 quaintance to a dance, and furthermore that this young lady had threatened that, the next time Randolph was late in call- ing for her, she would go with Brother Bob, just to teach her tardy admirer a lesson. What should he do? Randolph knew that the young lady in question was the possessor of a very determined mind and would not hesitate to carry out her threat. As she was a very good friend (a friend, mind you, nothing more), Ran- dolph did not wish to offend. There was one thing certain, he must call for her whether late or not; it would never do to stay away altogether, and then there was an abundance of excuses. For instance, the cars have a habit of tying up opportunely on such occasions, or he might forget something and have to return for it, or — there was no lack of excuses. It must be confessed that it was not without a certain feel- ing of trepidation that our adventurous knight ascended the steps and rang the bell. Deep down in his heart he found himself wishing that after all she had decided to go, thus affording him a cause for grievance also. But no, he was doomed to disappointment, for in answer to liis call he saw through the door what was unmistakably the form of a young lady approaching. “ For the love of Mike ! ” thought Randy, “ here is where I get mine with a vengeance!” He hastily concluded not to mince matters, but to state his excuse before the young lady would have time to express her mind. “ Really,” he began without prelude as the door opened, “ I cannot say how sorry I am that this should happen, but you see those cars — ” ‘‘ Sir,” came in icy tones from the doorway, “ I think you have — ” “Yes, I know,” interrupted Randolph hurriedly, “you think I have a large amount of nen e to call for you at this time of night, but you see the cars — ” 60 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ Sir,” came in tones colder than before, ‘‘ leaving out the subject of cars altogether, I must confess I do not under- stand what— ” Oh, I say,” cried the now distressed Randolph, “ don’t be quite so hard on a fellow. I know I am— er— ah — I am sure I beg your pardon. Miss, but I thought — ” Here Randolph broke off completely confused, for at la t he had obtained a good view of the young lady’s face and found that she was not his friend, but an entire stranger, and an exceedingly good-looking one at that, as he observed even in his embarrassment. “ I am sure I beg your pardon,” he continued, when he had recovered the use of his tongue. I thought this was Miss Lancaster’s residence, I must have got the wrong num- ber, Hope you will excuse the blunder.” But this is Miss Lancaster’s residence,” was the unex- pected reply. “It is?” exclaimed the bewildered Randolph. “Then who on earth are— no, I beg your pardon, I mean how did you get—” Here, betv een embarrassment and surprise, Randolph once more lost the use of his tongue and could only stand there on the steps and look foolish. He was just contemplating the advisability of taking to his heels, when the young lady volunteered an explanation. “ Y ou see,” she said, “ I am Miss Lancaster ' s cousin and am staying here on a visit. Lucille, for whom I suppose you mistook me, is not in at present; however, if you wish to leave any message, Mr.—” “ Randolph Chester,’ ' assisted that young gentleman. “Oh, yes, Mr. Chester; I have heard my cousin speak of you frequently. I don’t think she was expecting you, but if you will come in—” Needless to say, Randolph required no second invitation, THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 61 for he was not by any means constitutionally bashful. That his embarrassment in the foregoing instance was altogether excusable, everyone, I am sure, will admit. And now he gave ample proof of his powers as an enter- tainer by discoursing most eloquently on a variety of topics with Miss Elkins (he soon learned the lady’s name), holding her spellbound at all he had to say, until finally the discordant reflection thrust itself upon him : “ What would Miss Lan- caster say about his failing to call for her? ” Although they v eve only friends, still Rand} would be sorry indeed to lose that friendship. Well, he would have to patch up matters somehovv . He had called for her, at any rate; better late than never. When Randy was preparing to leave. Miss Elkins acci- dentally remarked: “ I suppose I shall see you at the Outing Club’s soiree to- morrow night. I think my cousin said you were to take her.” “ To-morrow night? ” almost yelled Randolph. “ The Outing Club’s dance to-morrow night? Are you sure it is to-morrow night? Well I— that is to say—I’ll be there, of course. I’ve been looking forward to that dance for ever so long, and thought all this time I had missed it. But now I am quite sure I’ll be there.” With this and a polite bow to Miss Elkins, Randolph left the house. And the reader must guess at further developments. Frederick H. Linthicum, ’12. 62 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and 91 Loyola. CiY HAVE a great treat in store for you to-day,” I said to J- Dolly one morning. “ Oh, you always have some scheme on hand,” said that young lady, pursing her pretty lips and raising her eyebrows in an effort to look unconcerned. “ But, this will be a real surprise for you, Dorothea. I have just received an invitation for us to visit Loyola College.” ‘‘ Oh, that v ill be a treat, indeed !” cried Dolly no longer able to restrain her pleasure at the thought of our intended trip. ' ' I have always longed to visit Loyola, and especially this year, since Father Brady was made President.” “ Well, get your things on and we will be off at once.” And so it happened that we were soon ascending the steps of Loyola College. In answer to our ring, the door was opened by a pleasant-looking porter, v ho after inveigling us into subscrib- ing for five copies of the prospective “ Annual,” went off in search of Father Brady. In a very few minutes this genial, yet dignified personage appeared in the doorway, and wel- comed us heartily to the College. The President at once conducted us to the Prefect’s office, where we met the smiling Father Geale, who in his turn gave up a hearty welcome. After this we were introduced to a senior whom Father Geale called to his office for the purpose of showing us around, and with this gentleman as our guide we started a tour of the building. The first point of interest was the college library, into which we were ushered by the polite senior. ‘‘ Goodness me!” cried Dolly. “ Is that person dangerous? ” She was pointing to a young man madly buffeting the air, while he made the book-cases echo his strident tones. “ Oh, this is merely the elocution class,” replied the senior ; THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 63 “ that fellow is reciting, ‘ Friends, Romans, Countrymen,’ v hile the rest of the class are wondering what they can say if called upon for a criticism ! ” After listening to the eloquent speaker for a minute or two, we crossed the hall to the gymnasium, where Dolly was told that the nets hanging from iron frames were ‘‘ baskets.” “ What foolish baskets !” she cried. “ Why, anything you put in them is sure to drop right out at the bottom.” We then followed our courteous guide up the steps again, and on the way v e passed two students who were heading for the front door with a lordly air. “ Who are those good-looking fellows?” asked Doily, “and how is it they are allowed to go out while class is going on? ” “ Oh, they are Newtons,” said the senior, with a knowing smile ; “ past-masters of mathematics and members of a mutual improvement society for seeing Baltimore.” Dolly pretended to understand all this, but I could see that she was thinking hard about it until we reached the chemistry class-room., v rhere a terrible aroma sent her staggering back from the door. “ Do they— do they always perfume this room like that?” she asked with trepidation. The senior offered her a rose from his button-hole, as he replied : “ That is only done to torture the members of the class. It is a very suc- cessful method, but often recitations and test-papers do just as well.” I hinted that we had received sufficient knowledge of chemistry, and the senior at once led us up another flight of steps, halting before a pair of folding doors. Our conductor invited us to enter, but we stood spellbound ; for through the door there floated— “ Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free The half-regained Eurydice.” Vv e entered and beheld the source of the music in four boys mounted on the stage of a large auditorium. 64 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ Oh, aren’t they cute ! ” said Dolly ; “ and they have such heavenly voices ’ The senior informed us that we were listening to the High School quartet. “ Where is the College quartet? ” asked Dolly with some interest. ‘ Well,” the senior answered, “the only College quartet is the one you can find disturbing the peace up on Monument Street, almost every noon recess.” Dolly next wanted to know if the minstrel shows that were held there in the college hall were very funny. The senior colored as he replied, “ Really, Miss, I trust they are. I’m sure we do all we can to make them so.” When we returned to the office. Father Geale was ringing the bell for recess. As line after line of students passed by, I began to wonder, how, with so many sturdy-looking lads at her disposal, Loyola was so very deficient in athletics, and intimated this to the Prefect. “ My dear madam,” he answered smilingly, “ you evidently have not been reading the papers lately, or you would not make such a statement. We must admit that there was for a time a lull in sport, but during the past years, the old spirit has been reviving and we have great hopes for the future.” By this time the college men were beginning to stroll out of their respective class-rooms. The training through which the young men were being put, showed plainly in the counten- ance of each; for in every face was that look of culture and intellectuality which bespeaks the college-bred man. There were the haughty Seniors, who walked about as if they were stockholders in the college and seemed to receive even more consideration than the privileged Newtons; then the Juniors who appeared to be a quiet and subdued class, except for one or two very loud individuals, who seemed to be talking for our especial benefit on some great philosophical question. A door opened — a happy laughing crowd rolled out, and down the stairs the Sophomores had gone, and last, but not least, came THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 65 the infantile “ Freshies.” The members of this class, who could easily be distinguished from their more matured asso- ciates by their youthful faces, had nevertheless some very studious-looking youngsters among them. I was so engrossed in watching this interesting crowd, that I did not at first notice a little knot of young men who had gathered about the Prefect, and who from their frequent glances in our direction were evidently trying to gain an intro- duction. I was sure that the Prefect had told them our mis- sion, and seeing that several of the crowd were holding their ov n photographs, which they probably intended to offer us as souvenirs of our visit, I at once remembered that we had to go to luncheon. “ Dolly,” I asked as we left the college, “ which one of the college classes impressed you most favor- ably?” “ Why, the Sophomores, of course,” she said quickly. “ They all had an air of simple unassuming genius.” W. Paul Brown, Tl. EEK not, Estelle, to know the gods’ decree: What fated man they chose for you or me; Nor look with scorn on every lovesick swain, A title or a millionaire to gain. ’ Twere better far to take what you can get: — If Cupid fails for many seasons yet. Or Jove shall send a husband while you still As debutante each manly bosom thrill. Be wise: and let your fondest wishes end With flowers and candy that admirers send; E’en as we speak, they clamor for a dance: Waltz while you may, and trust no future chance. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. 5 Loyola in ti e By Dr. Edward F. Milholland, ’56. HE buildings of Loyola College in my days were only JL a few doors from the Holliday Street Theatre, which was the fashionable theatre of the city, and we saw the bills posted every week announcing the great arrivals. When the celebrated tragedian, Edwin Forrest, visited the city, which he did every winter, the boys discussed his merits, and often when the teachers of a class might be absent, we always had some embryo tragedian among us v ho would cause the win- dows to shake with an explosive quotation from the tragedies of “ Jack Cade ” or “ Metamora.” The commencements for the first three years of the Col- lege’s existence were held in the old assembly rooms, situated on the corner of Hanover and Lombard streets. I can recall to memory that I was generally drafted among others as one of the presumptuous Ciceros to split the air with juvenile oratory. In the year 1856 the present building v as erected and our class of five received here their first year’s tuition and diplomas. About several months ago, while walking in the neighbor- hood of the Cathedral, I met a gentleman whom I had not seen for some years and I recognized him as an old acquaint- ance and college friend. His name is George Warner and 65 DR. EDWARD F. MILHOLLAND, ’56. s .t THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 67 he is 74 years old. He is a resident of New York city and was one of the first graduates of Loyola College. He gradu- ated at the first commencement of the college in company with his brother in the year 1853. His brother is now dead. Warner and I had been students at old St. Mary’s College, now St. Mary’s Seminary. He recalled the fact that in 1854 or 1855 there were two graduates at Loyola and both of them are dead. In the class of 1856 — 52 years ago — when I received my degree there were five graduates. Of that number four are dead. Therefore, if Warner should go to heaven before I do, I would be the oldest living graduate of Loyola. When Loyola College was opened on Holliday street over half a century ago, the neighborhood was totally different from what it is at the present time. There were at that time some very attractive dwelling houses and neither the present City Hall nor Postoffice v ere in existence, nor were we annoyed by the bustle of machine shops. The word Loyola was new to many people in Baltimore in the olden days, and it was amusing to hear how it was sometimes twisted in pronunciation. I know from experience that at Loyola, besides an education which prepares young men to fulfill the different avocations of life, there is a good seed implanted within them, which, though in some it may lie dormant for a while for want of proper cultivation, yet in maturer years, when they become of the sere and yellow leaf, and realize that all the pleasures and honors of this world are only “ vanity of vanities,” will bring forth its good fruit, and they will entertain a grateful remembrance of the religious teachings of their dear old Alma Mater — Loyola. Edward F. Milholland. 68 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL iLoi ola in Editor’s Note.—The follov ing paragraphs are excerpts from the superb letter of reminiscence contributed to the Loyola Jubilee Book of 1902, by Mr. Walter E. McCann, A. M., ’94. HE reminiscent period of life v rhich arrives before one is X aware, is not altogether melancholy; for if it is sad to recall vanished youth and those who have passed away, and to be reminded that one’s own pathway is already twilighted and darkening, there is at least the pleasure of living over again in memory the acted scenes. So the writer feels looking back to the beginning of his Loyola days — a very small boy — the youngest of so many — at school virtually for the first time. The outward aspect of the College surroundings is greatly changed. Where the array of houses stands on the east side of Calvert street, between Monument and Centre, was the then famous Hippodrome Lot, a wide and vacant plain, where, before and after class, we loitered to play at forgotten games. To this place came every year in the spring the circuses, and the tents were thrown up and the men and horses made bivouac. The ring was left be- hind as a sign and memorial of these picturesque Bedouins of the amusement world, and within its sweeping circle, which ever bore enchantment, many a thoughtless hour was beguiled away. Other houses now stand at the corner of Calvert and Madison streets, where there was then a hill from whose height there was a prospect far into the country; and here, too, we played and made venturous foray across the falls below, and on festival days and holidays rambled on to the chestnuted woods of legendary Belvedere. The images and faces of the able and good men whom I saw THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 69 at Loyola — they pass by in dreamy procession. I wish it were the rule to write biographies of the notable Jesuits; cer- tainly there could be no more entertaining series. Each Province would have its own attractive story to tell. Father O’ Callaghan, a dark, slight man, with features of Italian mould, was one of the gentlest and best of men ; and I can see him now as he came into the class and we all stood up, and his deprecating smile and entreaty to sit again. After- ward he died a violent death at sea— hurt in a storm— and passed away with that quiet and heroic composure which seems the special characteristic of the Jesuits in the final hour everywhere. And Father Ciampi, a handsom.e man of ele- gant presence, and v ith just that little touch of Italian accent to make his speech piquant. The priests and scholastics— scholastics who afterward be- came priests— they were all interesting men. Mr. Henchy v as of my tim_e, dreaded by me because I had heard that to him alone was confided the custody of the cat-o’-nine-tails. with special authority delegated by the Pope, as I imagined, to use them on necessary occasion! Mr. Thomas Boone I remember particularly from his beautiful handwriting, upon which m.y own, alas ! at a hopeless distance was modeled ; and Mr. William Loague, so kind to me personally, and Mr. Tis- dall, who had charge of the sanctuary. Mr. Cleary, pale and weak of chest, I do not forget. Now and then came Father Robert Brady, the future Provincial, tall and sinewy and with a deep voice. A little later there was Mr. Doonan, after- wards himself a Rector — the Civil War going on, and he anxious about his people at home in the South ; and Mr. Nagle and Mr. Morgan. All of these afterward became priests, and it has been but a little while since Father Morgan completed his long term as President. Many are the little scenes of the bygone time that rise up — one of a day, some time before the Civil War, and of the 70 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL crowded streets and the fluttering banners in the air. We were gathered in the basement of the College, and standing at one of the windows, we peered through and saw his present Majesty of England passing by. He was then only a youth, slender and delicate; and seated in the open carriage, he bowed to right and left. There is little in the present portraits of the sturdy and almost truculent English Sovereign to remind one of that gentle, fair-haired Prince of Wales, with his courteous salute and appealing smile. Pictures of the playground return, the swings and the hori- zontal bars, and of the greatest athlete of them all, James Cassidy, who strangely enough, died very young of disease of the lungs. A year or so ago I went through the new and splendid indoor gymnasium at Loyola, and thought of our primitive apparatus of long before. Pictures arise, too, of the cosy winter mornings when there was a theme to write instead of lessons to recite, and of the drowsy spring afternoons with the windows up and the soft, fragrant winds blowing in, wooing us abroad. Pictures likewise of the dreaded examina- tions, and later of Commencement day and all the formality, bustle and excitement of breaking up and dispersal. Other days come back to me, the bright Christmas days that I spent at Loyola, when I early uprose to serve the first, splendid Mass which the Church celebrates on that day long before dawn. There was one when we remained at the Col- lege the whole of the night before. There was a day, too, which stands out, when we went upon a holiday excursion, a long day of endless pleasure, coming back at twilight, the curved moon attending us like a guard with a scimitar. Why do I remember these trifles so well, and of so long ago, when so m.any momentous things since have perished from mind? These memories return often, and return always with many more on the Sunday within the octave, when, as has been my custom every year for a long time, I attend the celebration of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 71 St. Ignatius’ day. Alas, interesting as the sermon usually is on those occasions, I cannot always follow it, but find my thoughts v andering to the old times, the professors and the boys. It is a pleasant circumstance that of the many who were m.y close comrades, I believe, with scarcely an exception, all turned out well and were successful men and made a creditable showing in life. So deep and so lasting was the impression made by the earnest and capable men who guided and taught us, Vv ho, no doubt, were often saddened by the waywardness and indifference with which we seemed to receive their lessons. Walter E. McCann. Loyola in ti e etentie . By Mr. Matthew S. Brenan, ’70-’77. O lift the veil that has hidden the past for almost forty A years, reveals m.any memories that are replete with pleasant recollections of our boyhood days, and presents be- fore us once more incidents in our early career which were of sufficient importance to impress themselves on our minds at the time, but now-viewed through the spectacles of ma- tured manhood— are not regarded as of great or serious weight. This retrospection also recalls the names of so many of our friends “ who have gone hence,” that we almost believe we have more acquaintances on the other side of “ Jordan ” than now remain with us in the flesh. It serves to remind us of the lapse of time, to bring forcibly before us the fact ' that v e are grovving older, and that many have been the shifting scenes in our experience of life since we left our college days. Remembering these days and the events connected with them, as they pass in review before our mind’s eye, we live over again the days that are gone, and sigh that the} will never return again. 72 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The period from 1870 to 1877 at Loyola was one in which the College flourished, not because of the number of students only, but because of the character of the men who presided over its destinies, as well as of the boys who made up the classes. The president of the College, during all these seven years, was the Rev. Stephen A. Kelly, S. J., a handsome speci- men of a manly man, whose kindly heart was concealed by what some regarded as rather a dignified exterior. Father Kelly was a fine orator and an excellent business man, who labored to keep the College to the high standard it had then attained. Fie seldom refused a reasonable request of the boys, and I have known him to hide from them rather than to de- cline an extra holiday, if he felt it was not proper to grant the fa.vor. Fie was popular with the boys, and was beloved by all who had occasion to call at the College. Then we had that learned theologian and brilliant pulpit orator, Rev. Wil- liam F. Clarke, S. J., whose name was associated with Loyola longer than anyone who had or has dwelt v ithin its walls. In the 70’s the College Theatre was situated on the second floor of the building-— a large room with a gallery running on three sides of the walls. It was a library as well, for the extensive collections of books belonging to the College v ere placed in cases on both the lower and upper floors of this hall. Here every Wednesday morning religious instructions were given by Father Clarke to the v hole school, and so thoroughly were the teachings of the Church explained by this eminent Doctor that any boy who had listened to his in- structions for a few years was almost ready to be declared a professed theologian. Plays were enacted on the stage of this hall, and frequently examples in chemistry were ex- plained to large audiences by the students. The monthly reading of “ marks and prize declamations were always held in this auditorium. In the 70’s athletics were not considered essential to a college curriculum, and the boys of this period THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 73 did not enjoy the advantages of a well-equipped gymnasium. A few hand springs and a pair of parallel bars were about all we aspired to. These were placed in the yard, and were probably as much appreciated as the elaborate “ gym. of v hich the College now boasts. Another exercise was football. This was literally v hat the name ‘‘football ” implied, for Vv e kicked the ball and did not understand, or if really understood, we never practiced the tactics of the game as now played, A great devotee of the game was the well-liked Father Pye Neale, who, with his biretta off and his cassock tucked around his waist, was always in the thick of the kicking. I recall the white hair and rotund figure of Mr. Charles A. LeLoup, the professor of French and Algebra. Mr, LeLoup was one of the lay professors. He was a very polite, punctilious gentleman, who was ever ready to sus- pend class to discuss the topics of the day. Vv hile the cele- brated Wharton murder trial was going on (and it lasted for many weeks) the boys usually started the professor on a re- vievz of the evidence as it was adduced at the trial, and, as this meant at least a half hour cessation from study, we v ere rather sorry when the case was finally concluded, Mr, LeLoup had an excitable temper, particularly if his dignity was mi- ffed, I well remember on one occasion an irreverent member of the class vzrote on the blackboard “ Shad-belly LeLoup,” So incensed v as the professor when he saw the inscription that he threw off his coat and dared the “ blackguard ” to declare himself. Fortunately the incident was closed with- out bloodshed, Mr, LeLoup was well liked by his boys He died several years ago at Mt, St. Mary’s, Emmitsburg, at an advanced age. The much respected Bishop of Springfield, Mass., is another of the teachers whose name I recall with pleasure. Mr. Beaven, as he was then, was a fine-looking man, of kindly disposition, who was popular with his boys. Many will no doubt remember him. It was twenty years 74 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL after he left the College before I met him again, and he in- quired with much interest of the students of his time, an evidence that though advanced to the purple, he had not for- gotten the early 70’s, The name of Mr. Norman F. Moore, and his stentorian voice, naturally suggests itself as we think of the men of this decade. Mr. Moore taught English and Mathematics for several years, and, while he v as a man with a voice loud enough to be heard through the entire build- ing, he was an agreeable gentleman and a capable teacher. Father O’Leary, then Mr. O’Leary, is also one whom I am sure we will never forget, for, while he was a strict discipli- narian, he was always ready to tell a joke and join in the sports of the day. He was the acting prefect of discipline, and I can almost hear his voice nov as he read out the names of those who v ere condemned to “ Jug.” This jug was the place of punishment, usually the largest classroom, where all the bad boys v ere sent after class to study the lines that were imposed for the Various infractions of the rules, etc. About 2 o’clock every day the jug book was sent around to the dif- ferent classes and the teachers would write the names of those who were to be committed to jug. Classes v ere over at 2,30 and all the boys would assemble in the corridor in line. Then the names would be read out, and as the more fortunate ones were dismissed for the day the others repaired to the jug, where they generally spent from a half-hour to an hour after school. In looking back I remember one study that was a veritable nightmare to most of us, certainly to me. It was called The Scholars’ Companion,” and so sure as the day for this exercise came, so sure was the writer’s name called for incarceration in jug for not knowing this lesson, I remember a particularly fractious boy, who for some offense was ordered to sit at the feet of the keeper of the jug, who sat at a desk elevated three steps from the floor. This boy deftly placed a strap around the leg of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 75 professor and the leg of the desk, without the former being aware of the fact, and getting up suddenly the professor and the desk rolled together to the floor, to the intense amuse- ment of the “prisoners,’’ and, I might add, to the intense pain of the culprit after the teacher and the desk were disentan- gled. The professors took turns in keeping jug, a different man each day, and it was some compensation to know that if we were kept in, he also suffered by being deprived of at least one hour of his evening’s recreation. It would take up too much space to speak of all the men who taught at Loyola during the seven years I attended the school. Mr. James R. Murphy, one of the prominent lawyers of Boston, still shows his attachment for old times, when he was of the corps of teachers, by yearly sending his dues as a member of the Alumni Association, Many of those who looked after our intellectual needs during the 70’s have gone to their reward— the saintly Sourin, the amiable Denny, the genial Mullally, kind-hearted Father Nagle, Fr. Mandalari, Fr. Rover, Fr. Toner— all of whom will always be remembered with feelings of gratitude and appreciation by the boys of these years. For the boys of the 70’s who might visit Loyola now, there will be found but one in the community associ- ated with the time I have mentioned, the venerable Father Boone, whose courtly manners are as marked today as they were in the 70’s. He is the only link to connect the Loyola of our time with the present. The immediate predecessor of the present President of the .College, Rev. W. G. Read Mullan, was a student at Loyola during this period. He is remembered as a studious boy, an agreeable companion, and liked for those traits of character which have since made him such a beloved member of all the communities over v hich he has presided, or among wdiich he has been a member. The day after he left college to begin his studies at the Novitiate in Frederick, Md., the boys of 76 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Poetry Class, as it was then called, were instructed to write a composition on any subject they might select. One of us, now a prominent merchant, took for his theme Read’s de- parture for the Novitiate, and though it has been many years ago, I still remember the production: On a cold, frosty morning, with our Horace in hand. We all sat studying, in our accustomed stand. A gentle tap at the old class door. And we beheld the figure of our Read once more. After a hearty shake of all eager hands. Hemmed in with smiling lips, he stands. The professor at length the dread silence broke, And thus in solemn accents spoke : Old Read, my boy, many hours we’ve passed Over Latin and Greek in this dear old class, I am glad,” he said, with a dimming sight, “ You’re going to be a Jesuit (e).” Old Read walked slowly to the door. Midst sobbing cries and a great uproar. But far above the din and hum Was heard the parting, “ Pax vobiscum.” This little incident serves to show the esteem in which the future President of Loyola was held by those who had min- gled with him for over four years of class life. The writer of the poem is now a gray-haired man, and if he sees thi s THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 77 effusion he will not be surprised that he has not yet been se- lected as the Poet Laureate of America. I would like to speak of others of our boys; of Oscar Wolff, the athlete then, now a prominent lawyer; of L. Ernest Neale, so well known as a physician; of Charles O’Donovan, also a well-known physi- cian; of W. B. Neale, who is better known as “Judge,” a name given him nearly forty years ago, than he is by his baptismal name; of Dennis Donohoe; of many others whose names come before me; but it would extend this article too much were I to attempt to speak of any more of those who formed the classes from 1870 to 1877. They were as fine a lot of youths as ever left college with the good wishes of their instructors. They are to be found in all positions of honor and trust in this and other States. As clergymen, as members of the judiciary, leaders of the bar, here and else- where; prominent as merchants, respected as financial men, renowned as physicians, distinguished as editors and teachers, Loyola College has reason to be proud of her children of the 70’s, and the boys of that time can also feel content that, by their success in life, they have reflected credit on their Alma Mater. Matthew S. Brenan. iLo ola in ti e By Mr. Alfred Jenkins Shriver, A. M., ’94. HE author of this sketch was a student at Loyola A from 1883 to 1888. The students who attended Loyola within that period and who were most conspicuous are: Father Fletcher, the rector of the Cathedral, who car- ried off all the honors of his classes; Bart. J. Randolph, George A. Kraft, William J. Gallery, all now priests; the two Homer brothers, Charles and Frank, who were con- spicuously successful students and who have turned out to 78 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL be equally successful in after life. The brightest and most successful student of them all was the unfortunate Oscar L. Quinlan, v ho possessed an unusually bright mind and surpassed all his classmates in scholarship. In 1886 he won the inter-collegiate prize among five colleges on his thesis on the Seven Sacraments. This prize was won in the fol- lowing year also by a student of Loyola, when the scope of the competition was extended to seven colleges and two thousand five hundred contestants. Loyola ' s success in these contests was due to the thorough instruction of Father Clarke. One also recalls Thomas S. Quaid, Charles J. Bouchet, Frank Rosensteel and Nicholas Hill; all of whom shone as brilliant stars on the dramatic and debating stage. Among the teachers, the two who inspired the students most deeply seemed to me to be Father Henry J. Shandelle and Father Thomas I. Gasson. Father Shandelle was an unusually erudite scholar; and his perfect familiarity with Greek as well as Latin, and delicate appreciation of the beauties of the authors read in class, inspired those who were so fortunate as to be his students, with the greatest enthusiasm and love of classical literature. Father Gasson was also a man who inspired great en- thusiasm in his students, in an entirely different way. I recall with the greatest pleasure his special class in English literature; and it was in that class that my love for general English literature was instilled, and instilled so deeply, that I think it will ever continue to increase. I suppose there are such inspiring teachers at present at the college ; their influence is tremendous for general culture. I have always associated Father Gasson with the late Professor Herbert B. Adams, professor of history of the Johns Hopkins University, be- cause both of these men inspired in their pupils unbounded and active love of the subject in hand. Of course a student THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 79 of the Jesuits will always recall with profit and pleasure the Debating Society, which is such a large part of the col- lege experience. One cannot recall his college experience of those days without profit and pleasure. It was sad though to see the classes getting smaller and smaller as they advanced. Dur- ing my last year at Loyola, the class of Rhetoric consisted of but three and the class of Poetry of two, and both of these classes were taught by one teacher. As half of the class of Poetry did not pass the examination, the class was reduced to one single member, and the faculty preferred to do v ithout this class of one. Alfred Jenkins Shriver. lo ola tn By Mr. Austin D. Nooney, ’02. A S the man from the nineties goes back in his recollec- tion of the days before the big gymnasium and the mod- ern classrooms, memories of happy days arise and above all there appears a heavy, black-robed figure who had a heart, it seemed, bigger than his frame. The mem.ory that is dear- est of all to the m_an of the nineties is that of Father John A. Morgan, a rector who enjoyed the love of all who knew him„. The handball courts, the m.odern laboratories and the col- lege theatre had not becom.e known at old Loj ola in the nineties. At Calvert and Monument streets Vvas a row of residences which were soon to make way for greater college facilities. In the basement of the corner house w as a store where the boys at noon “ feasted ” on the penny bun. Those v ere the dRys of Joseph F. Tiralla, Hugh A. Nor- 80 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL man, Ernest M. Hill and George M. Brown. Charles C. Homer, Francis T. Homer and C. Stewart Lee were among the bright lights of the Blue and Gold then, as were John Connor and Charles J. Trinkhaus. Others who left the college in 1893 were John T. McElroy and W. Seton Belt. J. Edwin Murphy, ’93, has developed into one of the chiefs in the Baltimore newspaper field. He is City Editor of the Nev 7S. From the class of ’95 come recollections of “ Charley ” Kelly, now a lawyer, and Jeremiah P. Lawler, who is a prac- ticing physician. Thomas J. Foley, ’95, died a priest. His health failed him even before ordination, and on the day he received Holy Orders it was found necessary to remove him to and from the Cathedral in a carriage. He lived but a few years afterwards. Another priest who was a Loyola man at the same time is August M. Mark. James L. Kearney, now a lawyer, has enjoyed the role of teacher at Loyola and court bailiff. Mer- cer Hampton Magruder has gained esteem in Southern Mary- land as a lawyer, while Joseph C. Judge is a member of the Baltimore bar. They graduated in ’96. J. Aloysius Boyd, ’96, finished a course of law at George- town and he is successful now in the commercial world. From the same class are Mark J. Smith, S. J., and Rev. Ed- ward P. McAdams. Martin J. O’Neill, of this class, is suc- cessful in the practice of medicine. Not to be outdone in the matter of religious vocations by the class of ’96, three of Loyola’s class of ’97 donned the cloth. Herman I. Storck, whose dramatic abilities as a stu- dent won him praise, became a member of the Society of Jesus. John M. McNamara and William A. Toolen are well- known priests of the archdiocese. Joseph S. Didusch, ’98, became a Jesuit. Some of his class- mates are physicians, lawyers and business men. Among the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 81 lawyers is Wilson J. Carroll; J. Albert Chatard and Thomas T. F. Low e rank among the physicians, while some of the other men who are successful in different walks of life are J. Preston McNeal, Daniel J. Coyne, John A. Powers and James I. Donneilan. Thomas J. O’Donnell, of 99, is a physician. J. Leo Harga- den joined the Society of Jesus and Andrew C. Englehardt is a priest, being stationed at Holy Cross Church, this city. Peter A. Callahan is a civil engineer and Francis X. Mil- holland is with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad Ccmipany. In this class also were Joseph A. Herzog, C. Justin Kennedy and John A. McManus. John L. Gipprich and Francis O. Goldbach, after gradu- ating with high honors in 1900, became Jesuits. George Moore Brady and J. Frank Dammann are barristers; Joseph A. Mooney and Joseph J. Zimmerman are active in other pur- suits. Bernard A. McNally is a member of the bar, and he was a police magistrate during the administration of Governor W’arfield. Austin D. Nooney. aiumnt BcuntoH. HE reunion of graduates and former students of Loyola A in the College “ gym ” on November 17, 1908, was be- yond doubt the greatest ever held under the auspices of Alma Mater. Invitations to the reunion were sent to every Loyola boy who could be reached, and who had been a student at the College, even for one year or in the lowest class, from the beginning, in 1852, to recent times. In response to 6 82 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Father Brady’s invitation, between 700 and 800 sons of Alma Mater assembled in the gymnasium. At the reunion a brief address of welcome was delivered by Father Brady, who urged that the college spirit exhibited on that occasion be kept up. Father Brady stated that his pur- pose in asking all the old boys to come back was to show them the Loyola of to-day, to give them a chance of living over the old days on old familiar ground, and to let them see how proud Loyola was of her long roll of students. “ You will find here, my dear boys,” continued Father Brady, many whom you know, and many whom you have forgotten, but once under the roof of Loyola all will be friends.” At the conclusion of Father Brady’s address Mr. George M. Brady, then secretary of the alumni association, read the new regulations for membership to that body. These provide that any student who left the college 10 years ago shall be eligible to join the association, if he completed three years of study and is accepted by three-fourths vote of the executive council. Those who left the college 15 years ago may become members, if they finished one year in the college or three years in the institution, and those who ha ve been out 25 years may be elected to the association, if they went through one year in any department. On behalf of the executive committee of the alumni asso- ciation, Mr. Francis T. Homer expressed great pleasure at the enthusiastic way in v hich the suggestion for the reunion had been received. An interesting feature of the reunion was the presence of many old men who had been out of the College for years ; and a number of them, who had never been in the present build- ing, spent some time in going through it and inspecting the various class rooms. The reunion was Alma Mater’s first great step towards THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 83 bringing back to the fold all her lost and strayed sons. When all her sons have returned, then it may be said of the Loyola Alumni A ssociation: Spiritus intus alit; totamque infusa per artus Mens agitat molem et magno se corpore miscet. L. Frank O’Brien, ’08. Ci e ai«mn( CBanawet. HE annual banquet of the Loyola Alumni Association, X held in the College ‘‘ gym ” Tuesday evening, Febru- ary 16th, 1909, was a spirited and successful function. This gathering of the sons of Alma Mater was characterized by college spirit unalloyed, and good fellowship pure and sim- ple. As the evening wore on, those gathered around the fes- tive board recalled the good old scenes of college days and renewed old acquaintances. Not for one moment during the entire progress of the evening was there a let-up of the good fellov ship, which seemed to color and give tone to the event. Altogether the dinner was a thoroughly enjoyable one and left nothing to be desired. To Mr. Matthew S. Brena n, treas- urer of the Alumni Association, is due great credit for the sumptuous and enjoyable dinner. Mr. Brenan deserves to be complimented for the exquisite taste displayed in the set- ting of the banquet table. The bare walls of the “ gym ” were tastefully decorated in blue and gold bunting and two beautiful flags — the American and the Maryland — were grace- fully festooned at either end of the room. The arrangement of the tables showed great forethought on the part of Mr. Brenan. There v as not a single seat that 84 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL did not face the speakers. An orchestra hidden behind a screen of palms gave forth sweet-sounding music throughout the evening. In former years the Alumni Association held its dinners in one of the large hotels of the city, but this year’s ban- quet was held in the College ‘‘ gym,” which lent a decidedly home-like effect to the meeting. Preparatory to the chief event of the evening the Association went into executive ses- sion for the annual election of officers, with the following re- sult: President — Dr. J. Albert Chatard. Vice-President — Mr. Thomas A. Whelan. Secretary— -Mr. Isaac Stewart George. Treasurer— Mr. Matthew S. Brenan. Executive Committee — Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J. ; the officers of the Association and Messrs. Frederick H. Hack, George Moore Brady, Dr. Thomas L. Shearer and Dr. Charles S. Woodruff. Mr. William J. O’Brien, Jr., was in charge of the post- prandial exercises and he made an exceedingly capable toast- master. Pie delivered an eloquent address on the spirit of the occasion, and then introduced in a graceful manner a galaxy of bright and witty speakers. The Rev. F. X. Brady, president of the College, received an ovation when he arose to make his speech on “ Our Alma Mater.” He suggested in his address that more endowments are expected from Loyola’s alumni, but asserted that their greatest work consists in spreading the fame of Loyola far and wide. Father Brady said that he was in an optimistic mood about the future of Loyola College. He congratulated those of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 81 former students who have won honor and esteem among their fellow-men. He remarked that ‘‘ the present Loyola has all that it had in the past, with much more added. It has splendid material equipment, an increased number of students, rare library, larger facilities for teaching the various branches of mathematics and the sciences and is abreast of the times in athletics.’ He added that the College was now the pos- sessor of two founded professorships and 24 founded scholar- ships. Father Brady was followed by Mr. Edgar H. Cans, of the Baltimore Bar. During the course of his address Mr. Gans pronounced as insoluble and fallacious the philosophy of Charles Darwin, the expounder of the theory of evolution, and Ernest Haeckel, the German scientist and writer on the origin of rational intelligence, free will, etc. In his conclud- ing remarks Mr. Gans urged all the members of the Alumni Association to cling tenaciously to the scholastic philosophy as taught by the fathers of the Society of Jesus. Other speakers of the evening were Hon. Charles W. Heuis- ler. Associate Judge of the Supreme Bench of Baltimore; Dr. Charles O’Donovan, Dr. Louis W. Knight and Dr. L. Ernest Neale. The speakers, one and all, delivered witty and clever addresses. During the course of the evening telegrams were received from several Loyola graduates, now members of the Society of Jesus, who are stationed at Fordham University, express- ing regret at their inability to attend the banquet. The tele- grams read to the banqueters were from Messrs. Herman 1. Stork, J. Leo Hargadon and John J. Murphy. L. Frank O’Brien, ’08. 86 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Cl e omtiom of Mnigfyt HE college is the fortunate recipient from Dr. Louis W. Knight of a rare and exceedingly valuable collection of coins and papal medals, along with a fine, large bronze of St. Paul. It is no easy matter to estimate the value of the papal medals, as their dates range from the year 366 to 1846. When Dr. Knight presented his rare collection of medals and coins, the labor of thirty years, he sent the following letter : Dear Rev. President: Please receive the first invoice of a collection of coins, medals, etc., which I intend to present to Loyola College. I choose this method of bringing them in sections to prevent confusion, and the coins becoming “ jumbled up.” I am now cataloguing my collection, and when the work is finished, I will send the cabinet authorities quoted and the catalogue. The cabinet contains thirty (30) drawers. I have arranged these drawers left and right as you face the cabinet. Now, this collection is of no great financial value, as you often read about in the papers, but I thought, if you place it in some quiet nook, some of the scholarly gentlemen of the faculty might take an interest in it, and pass an hour or so pleasantly in looking it over. Numismatics is a thing that grows on one, so to speak. My motive in sending my collection to your College is per- haps a selfish one, as I have passed the three score, and am slowly but steadily advancing to 60-f-lO, that is to say that r DR. LOUIS W. KNIGHT, THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 87 I will not be here much longer, and I prefer the coins to be preserved intact in good hands rather than to be scattered to the four winds of Heaven. Yours respectfully, Louis W. Knight. Besides the above collection of coins Dr. Knight has pre- sented to the physical department of the college two valuable microscopes; a Beck and a Bausch and Lomb (no. 31,101). A complete photographic outfit, including camera with an extra Bausch and Lomb lense, and all the necessaries for de- veloping and printing, together with some interesting and instructive books on photography is another manifestation of the loyalty of Dr. Knight to Alma Mater. The Faculty wish to express their thanks and appreciation of the generous interest Dr. Knight takes in the College. L. Frank O’Brien, ’08. ’52 James L. Kernan, owner, lessee and manager of theatres in a number of Eastern cities, entered the college as a student in 1852. Mr. Kernan, who is one of the greatest theatrical magnates of this country, has been generous in his charitable benefactions and he is always willing to give Loyola “ a lift.” Francis E. Baldwin, of Baldwin Pennington, one of the largest and best known architectural firms of the State, was a student at Loyola during the years 1852-’54. Baldwin Pen- nington figured prominently in the drawing for the city, of the plans for the proposed new Union Station, over which there has been much discussion of late. Eugene Lemoine Didier, author and magazine writer, was enrolled as a student at Loyola in the years 1852-1854. Mr. Didier’s “ Life of Edgar Allan Poe ” is considered a work of great literary merit. Mr. Didier is also the author of “ Life and Letters of Madame Bonaparte ” and “ The Political Adventures of James G. Blaine.” ’56 The oldest living graduate of Loyola is Dr. Edward F. Mil- holland, v ho is a prominent and successful physician in this city. Dr. Milholland attended the reunion of old students last fall and v as a conspicuous figure at the alumni banquet in Feb- ruary. In 1894 the degree of Master of Arts was conferred on Major Walter E. McCann, at present an author and dramatic editor of the Baltimore Evening Mev s. He entered the college as a student in 1856. While at Loyola the Major took a deep inter- est in dramatics and his portrayal of the Cardinal in Bulwer’s “ Richelieu ” v on for him the admiration of all. The dramatic columns of the News speak well for Major McCann. 88 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 89 Thornton Rollins, a well-known financier and president o£ the Maryland National Bank, a flourishing banking institution of the State, was a student at Loyola in 1856-’57. ’63 When Bird S. Coler, well and favorably known in New York politics, went in search of a business manager for his interests in Wall Street, he procured the services of Robert H. Vveems, a student of Loyola in the years ’58-’63. Mr, Weems, who has been in business in New York for over 30 years, visits the Col- lege whenever he is in Baltimore. One of the best-informed railroad officials in the Stats is J. Vansant McNeal, treasurer of the Baltimore and Ohio Rail- road Company, who left Loyola in 1853, after spending three successful years at the College. Mr. J. Preston McNeal, his son, was graduated at Loyola as A. B. in 1898, and is now one of the most prominent of the younger lawyers of the American Bonding Company. ’88 Among those on whom the Bachelor’s degree was confererd in 1868 was Isaac R. Baxley. Mr. Baxley now lives in Santa Barbara, California, where he is engaged in literary pursuits, being the author of two volumes of poetry and several books. Mr. Baxley recently sent the College two volumies of his poems. Frederick Home Hack, a well-knov n lawyer and a member of the executive committee of the Alumni Association, received the degree of A. B. from Loyola in 1868. After leaving Loyola Mr. Hack became one of the leading members of the Mary- land Bar and to-day his ability as a lawyer is recognized hy not a few. An esteemed member of the Baltimore Bar, who always takes an active interest in everything that is conducive to the good of the community, is Frank Gosneil, who was a student at Loyola during the years 1866-’69. Mr. Gosneil is a member cf the law firm of Marbury Gosneil. Henry ¥ alters, founder of the Walters’ Art Gallery, financier and prominently connected with the Sea Board Air Line and other railroads, was a student at Loyola in 1867”’68. Mr. V alters was a good student v hile at Loyola and he completed his studies at Georgetown University, the venerable parent of Loyola. During the past few years Mr. Walters has provided at his own expense several free bathing places for the people of Balti- more. The Walters’ Art Gallery, containing some of the most 90 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL valuable paintings of the world, was only a few months ago completed at a cost of several millions of dollars. ’70 Through a narrow passageway made by a squad of police officers in the dense throng of persons that filled Edmondson avenue and Schroeder street, at their intersection, the remains of Father John D. Boland were borne from his church, St. Pius’, to a hearse on the morning of September 30, 1908. In that dense throng were many who had been classmates of the dead priest at Loyola and who recalled the happy days spent with him at Alma Mater as they saw the flower-strewn casket placed in the sombre vehicle that was to carry it to the grave. Father Boland spent many happy days at old Loyola and in 1 900, in recognition of the great work he was accomplishing as a priest of God, his Alma Mater conferred on him the degree of Master of Arts. In speaking of Father Boland’s funeral the Baltimore Evening News of September 30, 190S, said in part: “ The ceremonies in the church were simple, but impressive. The body, under a guard of honor, rested in the church all night. Early this morning people began to come from all parts of the city to witness the final rites. Before the services began the crowd in the neighboring streets was very great. Admission to the edifice could be obtained only by pewholders and those who had tickets, an order enforced by a detail of policemen specially assigned. “ Here were many who had known Father Boland from the earliest time of his ministry. Among these were the humbler dressed — the poor whom he had helped, the aged and infirm and children. They waited patiently for the ending of the mass to look upon his coffin for the last time. “ The sanctuary was crowded with ecclesiastics in their black cassocks and white surplices, and the congregation filled every seat. The Sisters of the different orders — those of St. Vincent de Paul, conspicuous by their white bonnets, others shrouded in still more sombre habits — had places in some of the pews; so also had the Christian Brothers, and there were groups of children— orphans, for v hom Father Boland had ever an abid- ing affection.” ’72 A student at Loyola during the years lS70-’72 was William A. House, who was about a year ago elected president of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 91 United Railways and Electric Company. The president of such a corporation carries an enormous amount of responsibility on his shoulders. No one disputes the fact that Mr. House is emi- nently qualified to fill the position. All who have been thrown in contact with him admire him for his kind, genial disposition. ’73 At the fifty-sixth annual commencement held in the College hall on June 18, 1908, the degree of Doctor of Laws was con- ferred on Harry M. Clabaugh, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the District of Columbia, who was a student at Loyola during the years 1870-73. While at Loyola the Judge received several distinctions and later completed his studies at Gettys- burg College. Justice Clabaugh is esteemed a jurist of the high- est integrity and is very popular in Washington. ’75 In 1870 Dr. Charles O’Donovan, now a v ell-known and able physician of this city, entered the College as a student. Dr. O’Donovan remained at Loyola five years and in his last year received high honors. Like many other Loyola boys, he was afterwards graduated from Georgetown University with distinc- tion. At present Dr. O’Donovan is professor in the Baltimore Medical College and is an active member of the Medical and Chirurgical Faculty of Maryland. ’77 Matthew S. Brenan, who has been treasurer of the Alumni Association for several years, was a student at Loyola in 1870-’77. Mr. Brenan is an esteemed business man and is president of the Mutual Life Insurance Company of this city. Dr. Ernest Neale, a well-known physician. Regent and Pro- fessor of the School of Medicine of the University of Mary- land, was a member of the class of ’77. Dr. Neale takes a deep interest in the work at Loyola and at the last banquet of the Alumni Association made an extremely witty and clever address. Henry A. Brehm, of the class of ’77, is president of the George Brehm Son Brewing Company. Mr. Brehm is prominent in the business world and is generous in his charitable benefactions. ’78 William J. O’Brien, Jr., son of the late Judge ¥ illiam J. O’Brien, received his education at Loyola, being a member of the class of ’78. Mr. O’Brien is an esteemed member of the Baltimore Bar and was toastmaster at the recent alumni banquet. The large and flourishing lithography firm of A. Hoen Company is composed of four brothers, all of whom have re- 92 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ceived their education at Loyola. Henry M. Hoen and Irving W. Hoen were graduates in 1875-78 and Albert B. Hoen en- tered the College as a student in 1887, completing his studies in 1893. Another brother, E. Weber Hoen, was a student in 79-’80, and received distinctions. ’86 Announcement was made in W’ashington some days ago that St. Paul’s Parish, one of the largest in the capital city, and located in the fashionable northwestern section of the city, was to be divided and that another church will be erected in that section. Rev. Thomas A. Walsh, associate pastor of St. Paul’s, who was at Loyola in 1884-’86, will, it is stated, be the pastor of the new congregation. Father Walsh served under Monsignor Mackin, pastor of St. Paul’s, as an altar boy at St. Joseph’s Church, in Baltimore. Father Vv alsh was recently honored by Pope Pius X in being accorded the privilege to bestow the apostolic benediction at a special service held in St. Paul’s Church. ’8T Alfred Jenkins Shriver, who was up to a few months ago secretary of the Alumni Association of Johns Hopkins Univer- sity, was at Loyola in 1882-1887. In 1894 Mr. Shriver, who is a prominent ia A’yer of this city, received the degree of Mas- ter cf Arts from Loyola. He is the author of a number of standard law books. ’91 It was announced a few weeks ago that the Fidelity Company and the Fidelity Trust Company, of which Thomas A. Whelan, of the class of ’91, is vice-president and general counsel, was to enlarge its building at the corner of Charles and Lexington streets. It is the purpose of this corporation to erect a sixteen- story building on its present site, thus making the structure the tallest in Baltimore. Such prosperity certainly speaks well for the officers of the Fidelity Company, chief among whom is Mr. Whelan. Mr, Whelan v as recently elected vice-president of the Alumni Association. ’92 One of the best known of the younger financiers in Baltimore is Charles C. Homer, Jr., vice-president of the Second Na- tional Bank. Mr, Homer received the degree of Bachelor of Arts from Loyola in 1882. He is a prominent figure at the Alumni meetings. Francis T. Homer, frequently seen at the trial table in the courts, received the Bachelor’s degree with his brother, Charles THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 93 C. Homer, in 1892. At the recent meeting of the executive council of the Alumni Association Mr. Homer was retired as president of that body. Mr. Homer said a fev weeks ago that he was always interested in Loyola and everything that apper- tains to her. ’93 On July 30th of the present year Messrs. George E. Kelly, S. J., I. Gardiner Causey, S. J., and Orville D. Brady, S. J., who left Loyola in 1893 for the Jesuit Novitiate, will be raised to the dignity of the priesthood at Woodstock College, Woodstock, Md. Our heartiest congratulations to you, noble sons of Alma Mater. J. Edwin Murphy, who received the degree of A. B. from Loyola, in 1893, is to be congratulated on bis recent appoint- m.ent as City Editor of the Baltimore Evening News. ’94 Dr. David Street, A. M., has been dean of the Baltimore Medi- cal College for several years. Dr. Street is the author of many medical books, which are considered authorities by the men of his profession. He is always willing to give Loyola a “ lift.” ’96 Father August M. Mark has just organized a new parish at Langdon, D. C. The new church is under the patronage of St. Francis de Sales. ’97 Father William A. Toolen is assistant pastor of St. Pius’ Church, this city. Father Toolen is noted for his energy and vigorous eloquence in the ministry. He is one of the exam- iners of the schools of the archdiocese. Last June, the College conferred upon Father Toolen the degree of A. M. Father John McNamara, who received the degree of A. M. from Loyola last year, is attracting the attention of the people by his eloquence and is generally pronounced one cf the best preachers in the archdiocese. Prior to his recent appointment as pastor of St. Stephen’s Church, Bradshaw, Md., Father Mc- Namara was stationed at St. John’s Church, this city. ’98 Dr. J. Albert Chatard, an esteemed physician of this city, who received the degree of A. B. in 1898, was elected president of the Alumni Association some months ago. Dr. Chatard, who is a member of the Medical and Chirurgicai Faculty of Mary- land, was chairman of the committee which arranged for the reception in this city, a few weeks ago, of Dr. William Osier, regius professor of Oxford University and formerly of Johns Hopkins University. Dr. Osier came to Baltimore to attend the 94 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL dedication of the new home of the Medical and Chirurgical Faculty. Dr. Chatard studied under the eminent physician while at the Hopkins Medical School. Rev. John J. Brady, ’98, pastor of St. Michael’s Church, West Salisbury, Pa., is among the donors of medals and prizes. The degree of Master of Arts was conferred on Father Brady at the commencement of 1908. Dr. Julius Friedenwald, professor of stomach diseases, director of the clinical laboratory in the Physicians and Surgeons’ Col- lege and consultant in digestive diseases at a number of hos- pitals in Baltimore, received the degree of Master of Arts from Loyola in 1898. Dr. Friedenwald is the author of several medi- cal books of great value and is a frequent contributor of articles to medical journals. ’99 Rev. Andrew S. Englehardt, a member of the class of 1899, is assistant pastor at Holy Cross Church, this city, and takes a deep interest in the work being done by the young men’s societies in his parish. The degree of A. M. was conferred on Father Englehardt at the commencement of June 18, 1908. Father Englehardt shovv’s his loyalty to the College by sending her bright and representative students. ’00 Mr. John Gipprich, S. J., has during the past year been attending an advanced course in astronomy at Johns Hopkins University. ’02 Austin D. Nooney has entered the newspaper field and is on the reportorial staff of the Baltimore Evening News. We take this opportunity of congratulating Austin on his recent marriage. Among the Baltimore priests that sailed the last of May for Rome to attend the reunion of the students of the American College in the Papal city was Rev. Francis Doory. Father Doory is stationed at Elkridge, Howard county, and is accom- panying Bishop Corrigan to Rome, who is also to attend the reunion at the American College. Father Doory was for sev- eral years secretary of the Alumni Association. Rev. Lawrence Brown, who has been making advanced studies at the Catholic University, was recently appointed an assistant priest at St. Martin’s Church, Baltimore. Though stationed at St. Martin’s for a short time. Father Lawrence has won many friends and is well thought cf by the West Baltimore congre- gation. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 95 Judge Charles W. Heuisler, LL. D., was appointed last year by Governor Crothers to fill a vacancy on the Supreme Bench of this city. Judge Heuisler’s term expires in a few months and he will be a candidate for the judgeship this fall. Judge, we wish you success! ’04 Eugene F. Saxton, ’04, who was on the staff of the New Catholic Encyclopedia in New York, is to be congratulated by the sons of Alma Mater on his recent appointment as managing editor of the Catholic World of New York. While at Loyola “’Gene” made himself conspicuous by his zeal for study and his senior year he was awarded the much coveted Grindall mental philosophy medal. On April 13, 1909, the Baltimore Evening News published the following article about “’Gene:” “ Eugene F. Saxton, son of Dr. Alexander H. Saxton, of 432 North Carey street, has recently taken up the duties of managing editor of the Catholic World of Nev York. Mr. Saxton was the editor of the Catholic Mirror of Baltimore during 1905 and 1906, more recently he has’ been on the staff of the Catholic Encyclopedia in New York. He is a graduate of Loyola Col- lege and has many friends in Baltimore.” ’08 Thomas J. Wheeler, of the class of ’08, is studying for the priesthood at St. Mary’s Seminary. L. F. O’Brien, of the same class, is working in the journalistic field. Victor I. Cook, who also graduated last year, is practicing law with the well-known law firm of Willis and Homer of this city. L. Frank O’Brien, ’08. 7 EDITORIAL STAFF. ' FRANK O’BRIEN ’08 Alumni Editor JAMES S. MURPHY ’09 JOI-IN H. BRISCOE ’lO CYRIL A. KELLER ’10 Art Editor CHARLES S. LERCH ’ll FREDERICK H. LINTHICUM ’12 MICHAEL J. SCHIAVONE, H.S. ’09 H. WALTER GANSTER, H.S. ’09 Business Manager 7 — ■ T BE task of editing the volume now in the reader’s hand has been one of peculiar difficulty. The editors nat- urally set out with the ambition to improve, wherever possible, the year book published last June. Keenly appreciating the fact that all things, even Annuals, should conform to the law of progress, they made plans to publish a volume that would eclipse its predecessor in every detail. They ended with im- proving — perhaps — the cover. In this they found themselves in a predicament analogous to those concerns whose advertise- ments we see commonly displayed in the street cars: “We couldn’t improve the ‘ contents,’ so we thought we’d improve the ‘ box.’ ”. 96 Cyril A. Keller. H. Walter Ganster. John H. Briscoe. Frederick H. Linthicum. James S. Murphy. Michael J. Schiavone. Charles S. Lerch. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 97 The literary merit of the “ contents ’’ of last year’s Annual was, we think, universally regarded as of a very high order. Though it was her first venture forth into the world of jour- nalism, the “ little debutante,” as the editors were pleased to call the first year book, appeared with all the sterling qualities of maturer college magazines. The credit of this success goes to one who by his enthusiastic love of literature inspired, and by his exquisite literary taste guided, the editors of last year ' s publication, namely to Rev. Richard A. Fleming, S. J., claimed last summer from our midst to duties elsewhere. To him. fell the “ labor limae ” that can be traced on every page. To him more than to any other-— to his persevering efforts in the face of at times distressing difficulties, the “ Loyola College An- nual ” ov 7es its successful inception. It is our ardent wish that this, as well as all future numbers of the Annual, may give as much pleasure to Father Fleming as the “ first An- nual ” gave to all of us. A word of grateful appreciation is due, in the second place, to Mr. Charles J. Hennessy, S. J., who proved an able assist- ant to Father Fleming in the matter of advertisements and subscriptions. The advantages of publishing a year book of the kind the Annual aims to be are worth enumerating. In the first place, it acts as a superb stimulus to the students themselves towards the cultivation of a good English style. By arousing their ambition and encouraging them in their youthful efforts, the magazine continues and crowns the work of an enthusiastic professor. Secondly, it exhibits to outsiders the character of the work done by the students and the results achieved. By this is not meant that the essays and stories are exact 7 98 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL copies of tasks set in class, but that they are, at any rate, an index of the development of taste and judgment directly re- sulting from these tasks. Thirdly, the students are thus enabled to present their work to the public for an open com- parison with that done elsewhere. That it has borne the test thus far, the success of last year’s Annual amply proves. Fourthly, it gives the friends of the college boys a perception of the spirit that animates them here — a taste of college life, a glimpse of college fellowship. Lastly, it serves to unite our alumni and former students in closer friendship with the boys of to-day, with their Alma Mater and with each other. It was to foster these sentiments of good will among our “ old boys ” that we have given space, in the present issue, to reminiscences of each decade of the past. We hope that this departure in favor of alumni and old students may be taken by them as an expression of our earnest wish to come in closer touch with them, to hear from them oftener, to see them oftener. The words of our Reverend President at the Reunion in March were sincerely spoken and may be repeated here: “We want to know whether the world has frowned or smiled on you. You are always welcome in our midst.” Editor. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 99 Ci romcle. COMMENCEMENT, 1908. HE fifty-sixth annual commencement of Loyola College A was held on June 18, 1908, in the College hall, which was crowded to its capacity. The event was made note- worthy by the presence of His Excellency, Austin L. Croth- ers. Governor of the State of Maryland, upon whom was con- ferred the degree of Doctor of Laws. Governor Crothers was greatly impressed with the work being done at Loyola and so expressed himself in a brief address on commencement night. When Governor Crothers was introduced at the commence- ment by Father F. X. Brady, he received a warm ovation. Nearly everyone knows that Governor Crothers is an active member of the National Good Roads Congress, and that he takes a deep interest in the subject of good roads, but during the course of his address at Loyola he said that the develop- ment of the schools of the state was of the utmost importance, overtopping even the subject of good roads. “ I am gratified to be present,” said His Excellency, “ and to indicate by my presence the interest I feel in this great institution of learning. I take a deep interest in all the schools of our state. They and you are doing a noble work. The Governor concluded by giving a few words of practical advice to the graduates. The degree of Doctor of Laws was also conferred on Mon- signor William E. Starr, rector emeritus of Corpus Christi Church, Baltimore, and Harry M. Clabaugh, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the District of Columbia. The degree of Master of Arts was conferred on Revs. John J. Brady, 100 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Andrew C. Englehardt, John M. McNamara, William A. Toolen and Mr. William J. O’Brien. THE RE-OPENING OF SCHOOLS. A good many familiar faces among the faculty and students were missing when we assembled in the College Hall, on September 15th, 1908, to begin a new scholastic year. Of course, every one missed the kindly face of Fr. Mullan, our beloved President of the year before, although we knew be- forehand that he would not be present. Fr. Mulry, our popular Prefect of last year, was also absent, as were Frs. O’ Gorman, Fleming and La Farge and Messrs. Murphy, Hennessy and Viteck, all of whom had been removed to other fields of labor. In their place we welcomed Fr. Geale our new Prefect, Frs. Fortier, McLoughlin and Burkert, and Messrs. Lynch, Higgins and Kleinmeyer. We were delighted to see those who remained to spend another year at Loyola: Frs. Keating and Purtell, and Messrs. Fremgen and Duffy. Noth- ing need be said concerning our delight at seeing our Rector, Rev. Father Brady. “A word to the wise ” (in this case the students and patrons of Loyola) “ is sufficient.” THE RETREAT. One of the most important events of the college year is the Retreat, usually held in the latter part of October, and con- tinuing for three days. These three days are devoted to spiritual exercises ; the students attend discourses delivered by one of the Fathers, and are present at spiritual readings, the recitation of the Rosary, the Way of the Cross and Benedic- tion At the end of the three days the students receive Holy Communion in a body, and afterwards breakfast together in the College Gymnasium. Just before the Commencement in June the students also receive Holy Communion in a body and breakfast in the gymnasium. At these breakfasts the stu- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 101 dents, filled with spiritual relief and joy, or happy at the approach of vacation, make the gymnasium ring with their class yells and cheers for Fr. Rector, Fr. Prefect and the mem- bers of the faculty, — that is, after their boyish appetites have been satisfied. The Retreat is indeed the most important event of the year, and is a fitting beginning of the year’s work. The Retreat of 1908-09 was conducted by Rev. M. L. Fortier, S. J., the eloquent professor of Junior Class, whose discouses were scholarly and impressive, and held the students atten- tion throughout the three days. EVENING CLASSES. A feature of the work of the College this year was the course of Evening Lectures in Logic, Latin, French, Spanish and Stenography, given in the College Lecture Rooms from 7.30 to 8.30 P. M, The Logic Lectures especially were very popular, and were attended by a goodly number of young men who had been unable to take Logic as a part of a regular College Course. It is to be hoped that the next year may see this course of lectures even better attended than in 1908-09, the year of their inception. FR. DE LA MORINIERE’S VISIT. It is seldom that those interested in the College have had such an intellectual treat as that given them by Fr. E. C. De La Moriniere, S. J.,who came from New Orleans to deliver a series of sermons at St. Ignatius during Lent and Holy Week, and incidentally gave two delightful lectures in the College Hall, on the subjects, ‘‘ Southern Chivalry,” and “ Shakespearean Silhouettes.” The College Elocution Class, being apprized of the fact that Fr. De La Moriniere would probably drop in upon them, and being given the hint that selections from his favorite author, Shakespeare, would please him very much, prepared 102 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and recited several selections from Hamlet upon the occasion of his visit. The good-natured Father praised the elocutionists for their good work, and was prevailed upon to give Hamlet’s Soliloquy and “ The Seven Ages of Man,” to the great delight of the students. Fr. De La Moriniere’s sermons, and lectures were all masterpieces, and it was with genuine regret on the part of his hearers that the eloquent Southerner delivered his last sermon at St. Ignatius on Easter Sunday. BISHOP HOPKINS VISIT. On the morning of April 30, 1909, the students of the Col- lege were mystified by the following message, which was sent to the various classes : ‘‘ Fr. Rector wishes to see the students in the College Hall at 10.30.” Everyone began to wonder what was going to happen. We were much surprised to find that the occasion of Fr. Rector’s message was the presence in our midst of that “ rara avis,” a Jesuit Bishop. Fr. Rector introduced to us Bishop Hopkins, of British Honduras, who had stopped over in Baltimore on his way to Rome. His Lordship then proceeded to give us an account of his charge in Central America, and related many amusing ancedotes of that country. Finally, a member of the Senior Class, in an address of welcome to His Lordship, expressed the pleasure of the students at his presence in their midst, and then very naively asked him if we couldn’t get a little time to go home and think the matter over. Of course, the good Bishop could not resist this entreaty. So it happened that we betook ourselves homewards at 12.30 that day instead of 2.30. I tell you, we are always glad to see a Bishop at Loyola! NEW ATHLETIC FIELD. For many years the students of the College have ardently desired an Athletic Field where they might indulge in the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 103 various out-door sports. This season through the kindness of Thos. Xervick such a field was placed at their disposal. It is situated on Edmondson avenue, near the near bridge span- ning Gwynn’s Falls. The future success of Loyola in athletics is now assured. For with a proper place to practise, the teams representing the College will soon become proficient enough to wrest the laurels from their rivals. MAY DEVOTIONS. Those who passed by the second floor of the college build- ing during the month of May, must have been struck by the abundance of delicate flowers that surrounded the statue of the Blessed Virgin. Had they been present at the daily May Devotions, they would have been struck still more by the full harmony of youthful voices intoning the “ Salve Regina,” or some other glorious hymn to the Mother of God. We can- not but believe that Mary herself heard these joyful strains with pleasure in the service of her children, and determined to reward them by her assistance and protection. CLASS SPECIMENS. The High School might be called the little brother of the college classes, and during the past year it has shown itself quite a lusty youngster. It has certainly succeeded in dis- playing a broad knowledge on a variety of subjects by its class specimens. We are indebted to Fourth ' Year High for a most interesting disquisition upon the burly and philosophical Johnson. We have received valuable information about Caesar’s Gallic War from the class that ranks next to the High School graduates, while Second High has entertained us with the elegant correspondence of the urbane Cicero. First Year High has capped the climax by serving up a dish, the contents of which were as varied as they were appetizing. We, of the nF Studies. 104 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL College have received divers reports of a Latin baseball game, but cannot personally verify these rumors, as all of the enter- tainment that reached our ears were the distant strains of music and the frequent bursts of applause. The subject of music leads us to speak of the symposiums that attended the monthly reading of marks and received added charm from Orpheus’ Art. When many students knew not whether to expect testimonials or marks that fell short of sixty, we might well have said with Portia: “ Let music sound, while he doth make his choice; Then, if he lose, he makes a swan-like end. Fading in Music — — He may win. And what is music then? then music is Even as the flourish when true subjects bow To a new-crowned monarch. ’ TOLCHESTER EXCURSION. At the time of writing this chronicle the excursion of the Athletic Association to Tolchester is a thing of the future. The excursion, however, is a great mark of the improvement in athletics brought about by a most able and energetic moderator : the games to be held there will certainly spread the renown of Loyola, as well as give the old students a chance to be united once more. It will be a great sight — the revered alumni disporting themselves on the sandy beach of Tolches- ter! We hope that the excursionists will not fail to do justice to the college yells and songs, when “ moonlight glimmers o’er the Chesapeake,” as the Bentztown Bard would say. FATHER PROVINCIALS VISIT. There are some events which are known to the generality of mankind only by their results. Such was the coming of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 105 the Father Provincial to Loyola. It resulted in two things: a visit to the different classes by the Father Socius, and a full holiday to the students. The former result was almost — almost as pleasant as the latter. However, Father Rock- well expressed himself pleased with the work done by the various classes. COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM. The order of Commencement Week exercises will be as follows : Sunday, June 13, at 8 p. m. Baccalaureate Sermon Rev. John M. McNamara, A. B., ’97; A. M., ’08 Tuesday, June 15, at 8 p. m. High School Graduating Exercises and Morgan So- ciety Prize Debate. W’ednesday, June 16, at 8 p. m. College Prize Night and Senior Elocution Contest. Thursday, June 17, at 8 p. m. Fifty-seventh Annual Commencement. Bachelor’s Oration — The Criterion of Morality William H. Kelly Valedictory — The Social Unit of the Future Edward K. Hanlon Conferring of Degrees. Awarding of Medals. Address to the Graduates Hon. Charles W. Heuisler, LL. D., ’03 John H. Briscoe, ’10, Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. A RETROSPECT of the meetings of the Loyola Literary Society, more commonly known as the Debating Society, during the past year reveals the fact that the purpose of the Society, namely that of per- fecting its members in the art of debating, is still being carried on with marked success. Throughout the year, and especially during the second term, the debates given were interesting and well delivered. The subjects discussed were not those which might have been of interest to our grandfathers alone, but, in the choice of subjects for debate, the very first considerations were the timeliness and im- portance of the proposed subjects. The Japanese school question in San Francisco, the question of immigration in its various phases, the question of the relative importance of College Athletics, the all-important question of Prohibition, — these are some of the ques- tions discussed at our meetings. The ability to g ive a good rebuttal and a refutation of an oppon- ent’s arguments is most important. And the members of the Society have often been agreeably surprised at the unexpected bursts of eloquence and humorous sayings given in rebuttal. Indeed, some of the extemporaneous speeches were even better than the average written debate. This was very gratifying indeed, and it was also gratifying to see the strong conviction and enthusiasm with which the debates, and especially the rebuttals, were carried on. The im- portance of showing one’s earnestness and conviction in debate, or indeed in public speaking of any kind, cannot be too strongly emphasized. The frequent appearance on the rostrum of many of the members of the Society showed clearly their interest in the welfare of the Society. These gentlemen deserve our special thanks. And let us not forget our Presidents, Mr. Wozny in the first term, and Mr. Hanlon in the second term. They also deserve thanks and commendation for their efficiency in the discharge of their duties as presiding officers. 106 THE SPEAKERS AT THE PUBLIC DEBATE OF THE LITERARY SOCIETY. J. H. Briscoe. E. K. Hanlon. E. L. Leonard, Chairman. W. F. Braden. J. S. Murphy. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 107 Our public debate was held early in May. The virtues and defects of the proposed Suffrage Amendment to the Constitution of Mary- land, which proposed measure is holding the attention of the public at present, were exposed so thoroughly by the chosen debaters, namely Messrs. Briscoe, TQ, and Hanlon, ’09; on the affirmative, and Messrs. Braden, ’09, and Murphy, ’09, on the negative that it was only after long deliberation that the judges were able to decide that the honors of the debate should be awarded to the negative side, and that Mr. William F. Braden, ’09, should be the proud recipient of the Jenkins Medal. For next year we are hoping for all sorts of success in the L. L. S. Lewis A. Wheeler, ’12. I ramatic The Athletic Association presented its second annual Minstrel Show cn Monday and Tuesday evenings, October 26th and 27th of last year, and in the opinion of those who crowded the College Theatre, the members equalled if not excelled, the success of their first appearance in 1907. With the rising of the curtain, there be- gan a continuous round of humor and laughter; and until the cur- tain fell again the performance was without a dull moment. Com- parisons are always odious and never more so than in the case of an entertainment where everybody was good. But if we must award the palm, we shall follow the popular verdict in favor of Mr. Harry P. Galligher. His voice was clear and well adapted to the comic songs he sang and the dialect he adopted was consistent. In the lively farce-comedy “ The White Lie,” which closed the evening, Mr. Galligher had the leading part and the manner in which he sustained it showed him to be a talented comedian. Mr. William F. Braden, the supporter of Mr. Galligher both in the Minstrels and in the comedy, must also share the honors with him. His portrayal of the elderly uncle in “ The White Lie ” was a gilt-edged piece of acting as he had to preserve a serious de- meanor in the midst of uproarious laughter from the audience. Mr. W. Paul Brown deserves ranking v ith the two foregoing; for his portrayal of Larkspur, the penniless artist, was most pleasing and 108 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL graceful. Mr. Martin G. McNulty was seen at his old place among the Ends and one not personally acquainted with Mr. McNulty and his power of impersonating a darkey, might have imagined we had imported him from a Southern plantation for the evening. Messrs. V . Henry Noeth, Edwin L. Leonard, Charles S. Lerch and Edwin B. Kelly made their debut in the College Minstrels this year and left no doubt of their ability to entertain an audience, for each of them was greeted with hearty applause. Space will not allow us to mention the particular bright features of each of the other soloists on the programme, but those who listened to the sweet solos, trios and quartettes of the Minstrels acknowledged with enthusiasm that Loyola possesses some charm- ing voices both in College and High School Departments. So marked indeed was the success of the College Minstrels that we were requested by the Dolan Aid Society, a branch of the Young Catholic Friends so prominent in Baltimore, to repeat the enter- tainment for Charity. Accordingly on the night of December 1st the College Minstrels performed a third time to a theatre filled to overflowing. Some hundred others had to be turned away, as the entertainment was given but for one night. The success which attended the Minstrel Show led the students to believe that a two-night entertainment of the Shrovetide Comedy v ould not be too hazardous an undertaking, and so on Monday and Tuesday evenings of February 17th and 18th, the Dramatic Society presented to its friends the new and popular comedy “ Jones.” Judg- ing from the numbers that filled the house on both evenings, we can truthfully say that the performance in every respect equalled the Minstrel Show. Seldom if ever has there been such a large and enthusiastic gathering in the College Theatre as that which greeted the young actors of the Society on those two evenings. All helped to make the play the great success that it was. The greatest praise was given to Mr. Galligher in the part of Jones, and he certainly deserved it, for he was the “ hit ” of the play. From the beginning to the end, in all his trials and triumphs, he showed a knowledge of the stage which was worthy of a profes- sional. Mr. Braden was especially good as the old College professor. The acting of Mr. Leonard as Matthew Goodly, the nervous old host, could not have been better. Messrs. Edwin B. Kelly, W. Paul Brown, W. Henry Noeth, Charles S. Lerch, Edward K. Lee, Joseph A. Wozny and Joseph A. Guthrie were all to be recommended for their excellent work. Mr. Noeth particularly, as the servant was capital. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 109 During the past two years the Dramatic Society has introduced with success less serious plays and the change has proved agreeable to our audiences, and less exacting on the time of the students. But we would not have our friends imagine that we lost the desire or appreciation of more classical productions. Next year the Dramatic Society will endeavor to satisfy the expectations of all our patrons and combine perhaps “ the useful with the pleasant.” Shakespeare is still held in veneration among the members as may be judged from the selections continually given in the Senior Elocution Class. And with the coming school year these lovers of the immortal verse of the Prince of Playwrights will give to the friends who supported them so generously during the past year, a specimen of their ability to interpret the more serious drama. In speaking of the Dramatic Society, it is impossible to forego mention of one who has been the guiding spirit of the Society through- out the year. A special vote of thanks is tendered to Mr. Duffy, as moderator of the Dramatic Society, to whose efforts the great success which crowned all our undertakings is principally due. V. J. Brown, Jr., ’10. W. F. B. (Bill), Upholder of the note-taking system. Bill is now a full-fledged reporter, and sure to become a journalistic star of the first magnitude. Give him a cigarette and a murder case to unravel, and he is as happy as a lark. E. K. H. Famous for his color blendings and fine line of talk. Still has his latch key — but father has put on a time-lock. Seems to have benefited by his travel. W. H. K. (Kel.) The member of the Class who is to be signally honored. He is to manage the Hindu Sleeper in a tour of Western Maryland. Drives a week-day horse in a Sunday carriage. A. McD. “ Eagle Eye.” Says little and does much. Knows cannon balls by their first names. Some day we shall be proud to say we once knew General McD., U. S. A. M. S. N. “ Mac.” Advance agent and bill poster for the “ Great Hindu Sleeper Tour.” C. C. R. The father of the Class. “ Doc ” is inclined to be a little Vvfild, but we are glad to say that he has someone at home able to control him. Nightly whispers mental philosophy into his charger’s ear. W. J, T. Just Joe — owner of the dulcet tenor voice that haunts us still. Famous for speech against capital punishment. We won- der why Joe has been so interested in household expenses of late? J. A. W. Another Joe — helps the first Joe to kill popular songs. Sings well in “B” flat; but generally forgets the “ B.” Interested in West Virginia (coal mines?). Many people think he has artistic aspirations, because he loves to look at pictures. J. S. M. Was afraid to let the others write his note, and they wouldn’t let him write his own; so we all decided to let people think the worst they can of him. J. S. M. 110 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 111 JUNIOR. J. H. T. B. The only Sphinx extant. Better, however, at an- swering riddles than proposing them. However, we are led to believe by an analysis of his personality that in his moments of abstrac- tion J. H. T. B. is picturing in his mind the gentle gambols of the slender “ razor-backs ’’ down at dear old Hog Hollow. The modest youth is as bashful as a kitten, but with plenty of reserve energy. Though short, J. H. is the best we have. V. J. B. The man of the hour; always on the spot except when the dulcet tones of the “ Oracle ” disturb his native tranquillity and effectiveness. Can ask more questions, with a smiling face, than ten faculties could answer in a life-time. His favorite occupation — alas, poor baby — -is engaging the professors in delightful and amus- ing tete-a-tetes during class hours. You should see him handle a baseball! Can he pitch? Oh, it takes two to talk about his spit- ball. “ Here she comes.” “ There she goes.” E. A. C. The jocular distractor of tedious class sessions, that is, when not living up to his role of the “Ten-o’clock scholar.” A verit- able worshipper at the shrine of the aesthetic. Does not know a spring haze from cigarette smoke. Does he know any Greek? When thoroughly prepared for a fusilade of handy articles, consult the “ Greek fiend.” J. A. G. The “ Oracle.” Sh — sh — sh — soft music, please don’t wake him up. Woe betide the unfortunate and importunate Junior that tries to wrest possession of the “ floor ” from J. A. G. when he gets wound up. He is the only original, as well as the joyous muncher of the “ cockleberry,” to J. H. B.’s discomfort. C. A. K. Beheld! where he sits wrapped in the cloak of his own originality. Alv ays on deck when work is being apportioned. Doesn’t know — poor, shaggy-haired creature — a bristle-brush from a mop, but labors under the delusion that he is an artist. So used to praise, the blush has long since disappeared. A stickler on philol- egy-cf. E. L. C. L. Never get him started on the subject of illumi- nated manuscripts. Know Greek? Nix, but he can tell you the best translation. C. B. K. The peripatetic philosopher of Junior; given to strol- ling contemplatively beneath the silvery rays of Luna, but as E. B. K. is such a “ cute ” chap he may get over it. Make a noise like a motor and see him jump. Has vivid remembrances of Ellicott (where the rustic V. J. B. exists), and gas tanks. Does he smoke 112 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL tobacco? No! Only clippings. The “ Mulberryism ” is no more, and his last year’s coat of “veneer” is cracked, and worn smooth in places. C. K. L. He “ walks in beauty like the night,” with the languid carriage of a heifer, and a somniferous expression that would make one of C. A. K.’s drawings take notice, and get on the “ Oracle’s ” nerves. E. K. L. permeates the atmosphere v th an odor of hay and corn-pone. Stalks about like the ghost in Hamlet. Alas! poor Hamlet has left his grave in Denmark and they can’t find his bones, since E. K. L. has taken to reciting the “ Soliloquy.” Poor old Ed. says Sophocles wrote “ Agamemnon.” But Ed’s all right in a “ weigh.” E. L. C. L. The scribe of ’10. Counts everything in lines and columns. He’d go through fire and brimstone, pockets or anything else for a “news” item. Beware the little red book! E. is brake- man on the “ Greek Class Limited.” Getting to be quite a diplomat in dealing with the gentler sex, at least he elicits some pretty good evidences of friendship, in which the whole Class participates Eats shoe-polish, and drinks candle-grease; shines his shoes with a curry- comb. W. M. N. Tam-ta-ta-ra, zing-bomb-tra-la! “The music master.” Whow! Suffering cat-fish, I prithee say no more. Expert organ wrecker and ivory puncher. The Sandow of the music-box. Was frivolous to such a degree that he voted for Bryan. The idea! The Class would be rather dull without Bill squatting in the background like a stone Buddha. Cyril A. Keller, ’10. SOPHOMORE. The Follies of 1911. (A Musical Ice-Cream Soda in Five Acts.) Dramatis Personae. Hans Spiegelhauser, German Comedian George J. Ayd Phoebe, the Gibson Girl W. Paul Brown Alexander the Great James A. Clark The Man at the Bat Charles H. Foley A Hard Guy Harry P. Galligher King of the Lotos-Eaters J. Edgar Gans Alkali Ike, the Israelite Cowboy Francis X. Kearney THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 113 A Facetious Scribe Charles S. Lerch A Sulphuric Acid Sport Charles J. Neuner Harriet, the Belle of Lexington Street W. Harry Noeth The Silent Knight James P. Walsh Other members of the Cast — Students of the College, fair damsels, members of the debating society, policemen, lam.p-lighters, detectives, pool-sharks, etc. Synopsis of Scenes and Musical Program.me, Act I— Scene, Calvert and Monument Streets, Time 8.55 A. M. Opening chorus by entire company: “Ah, Why Should Life All Labor Be?” Solo by Sulphuric Acid Sport: “Ail I Drink is H O.” — No chorus. Act II— Scene, Sophomore Class-room, Hans Spiegelhauser trans- lating Greek, the ghost of Rip Van Winkle appears, the slumbrous spell. Class finally aroused by hearing duet of Hard Guy and King of the Lotos-Eaters: “I left My Book on the Car.” Act III— Scene, Newton Athletic Club. Curtain rises on tumult, which subsides as part of company leaves stage. Sextet by the Club: “ NaCl Forever.” Solo by Alkali Ike: “They ' All Look Alike to Phoebe.” Phoebe sings: “Why Do They Call Me the Gibson Girl?” General chorus: “ V hat Have V e Got in Chemistry?” Solo by the Fecetious Scribe. “ It Looks to Me Like Some Lovr Marks Today,” after which the members of the Club leave the stage one by one, until only the Silent Knight is left. Dream of the Silent Knight— the land of roses, where Greek and Chemistry are unheard of — the Silent Knight is rudely awakened by the tempestuous entrance of the Man at the Bat, who sings: “ Loyola’s Lost Another Game.” Act IV— Scene, Mount Vernon Place, facing St. Paul Street. Large assemblage lying upon grass slope. Solo: “Come Out the Front Door, Maud,” by the King of the Lotos-Eaters, Hard Guy sings: “Everybody Else’s Mark Looks Better to Me Than Mine.” Enter Alexander the Great with a cohort of loafers and exit in direction of Walters’ Art Gallery, singing: “ Over on the Charles Street Side.” Enter 8 114 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the Belle of Lexington Street — trio by Harriet, Hard Guy and Alkalie Ike: “ Burn on, Cigarette! ” Act V — Scene, the Loyola Literary Society— Curtain rises on grand prize fight — the Newton Athletic Club leading Sophomore to battle — death of the President and Secretary — Enter “John” to carry off the dead and wounded — dead march played — tableau — curtain. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll FRESHMAN. W. A. B. The Candy Kid in more respects than one. Principal occupation— learning F ' rench and collecting obvious neckties. Suc- ceeds remarkably in the latter. As class treasurer, he can’t “ be beat.” W. J. B. The silent phenom. Speaks only when spoken to, and not always then. One of the original cap squadron, and by some means is still alive. Makes a stab at poetry and succeeds in killing it. “ I would the gods had made thee poetical.” As You Like It. J. J. B. Has kissed the face off the blarney stone. Happy owner of an accent that is not German. Official “ Deus ex Machina ” for those in need of the “ long green.” Barber’s delight. Gets shaved morning, noon, night, “ I must to the Barber’s For methinks I am marvellously Hairy about the face.” Midsummer Nights’ Dream. J. H. B. Horrible example of what reform can do. Was once fast traveling towards the “bow-wows.” Is now raising a crop of wings. Resident of the C. C. C. and alv ays ready with a laugh. J. T. H. The unappreciated genius class janitor and baseball man- ager. Generally mistaken for the mascot. However Freshman is proud of Jos. T. and hopes to see him hold down the job in years to come. “I cannot hide what I am.” Much Ado About Nothing. I THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 115 E. H. Winsome Eddie. Freshman’s new acquisition. Has a mania for picnics. A model young gentleman in all respects. “Thou hast the fatal gift of beauty.” Childe Harold — Byron. F. H. L. The literature of Freshman and the only artist they can afford. If he could draw pictures of femininity with as much technique as he smokes a pipe, he would make Christy look sick. Is proud of his nautical ability and can sail through English like the cup defender. C. P. L. Called “ Los ” to save time. Possessor of an uncanny aptitude for Latin and a peculiar laugh which has to be heard to be appreciated. Makes five different kinds of noise and calls them languages. Swears off smoking once a day. Stands at top of class and deserves the position. “ Speaks dialect and writes Chinese.” Rastus. A. A. L. The elongated infant. Stamp fien d and paper boat artist. Study has not ruined his health as yet. — “ So young and so untender.” King Lear. F. F. R. He of the odoriferous name. A ‘ Rose ’ between the thorns L. W. and A. L. A budding orator. Very much in the bud. Indignantely denies that he studies, but can make a noise like a dozen Greek dictionaries. “ Night after night He sat and blearded his eyes with books. Longfellow. J. F. R. Habits unknown, except for an inclination towards collars and pipes. “An ocean of dreams without a sound.” Shelley. L. A. W. The only halo wearer in captivity. Supplies all the sanctity for the class. Only vice is picking on little J. J. B. “O Father Abraham, what these Christians are!” Merch. of Venice. F. H. L., ’12. fligi) cjiool Bepartment Ci e EeaDtng of Cra i . O F all the literary sins that beset readers, be they young or old, there is none so common or so harmful as the reading of “ trash ’ By “ trash ” I m.ean not only the “ dime novel,” but many of the modern books which the uncultured reader hails as great literary productions. The popularity which this class of literature has gained in the last few years is alarming. Boys, girls and even per- sons in advanced years, who should know better, may be seen at every moment of their spare time eagerly devouring these literary heresies, while the splendid works of Dickens and Shakespeare lie thick with dust upon the book shelves. Not only do these books fail to benefit the reader, but they actually do him harm, both mentally and morally. Mentally, because the reader’s mind is bounded by the narrow range of the writer’s learning; morally, because they either make heroes of the most repulsive criminals or deride the most fundamental Christian precepts. This is the most difficult fault to eradicate before the teacher of young boys can hope to steer them through the rocky channel of poor books to the high seas of good litera- ture. Most of the younger generation will not even attempt to read a book which is a classic. They contend that the only good stories of war, adventure and detectives are found in the cheap novels. This is a fallacy. Never since the begin- ning of the dime novel has one of them published a war story that could in any way compare with that wonderful trilogy 116 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 117 of Sienkiewicz — “ With Fire and Sword ’ “ The Deluge ” and “ Pan Michael.” If our young friend craves excitement and would lie nervously av ake far into the wee hours of the morning, starting at every creak of his bed or at every rattle of the shutters, let him read Stevenson’s ‘‘ Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.” Again, especially if he be somewhat ad- vanced, he may derive pleasure from such stories as De Quincey’s “ Avenger.” W ritings of this class will amply satisfy his puerile craving for “ blood and thunder,” besides teaching him the very best English. The very mention of a detective story suggests the works of the illustrious Poe. Poe wrote the first and greatest detective tales, and most of the “ newest ” stories are but the vain efforts of some puny mind to imitate the productions of an intellectual genius. Anna Katherine Green is one of the few exceptions. Her books, while not so heavy as Poe’s, are good and are worthy to be read by the most critical. The chief reason why Eng- lish literature is included in the curriculum of our schools is that it instils into the pupil a love of the beautiful, vastly increases his vocabulary and develops in him a style that is at once clear, strong and beautiful. It is by reading and try- ing to imitate what he reads that a scholar acquires style. If he persists in reading matter which does not contain the qualities he is striving for, he will surely make a failure of his literary career. Dear Reader, do not think it necessary, as most folks do, to crowd your mind with the unhealthy products of every sensationalist that appears on the literary horizon, for if you do, you will certainly absorb a great deal of trash. Be careful of the selection, and always think of the quality, rather than the quantity, of your readings. H. W. Ganster, Jr., H. S., ’09. 118 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Left on an T HERE would have been little to interest the vagrant minds of the Sophomore class at X that winter morn- ing, had not Jack Donvan shown himself almost perfect in all branches, whereas he usually merited “ jug ” for some one or other of his recitations. During recess his chum asked him the reason of this phenomenon. “ Well,” replied Jack, “ I have an engagement with the ‘ only girl ’ this afternoon, and I’m going to get out at half-past one; I studied all my lessons last night, in order to leave when the clock strikes.” Al- though time dragged wearily along for Jack, it passed by just the same, and when half-past one came at last he was allowed to make a joyful exit from the college. It was a freezing day, and the biting East wind seemed to penetrate to the very marrow of his bones, as it whistled and howled and made the weather seem twice as cold. But Jack’s fervent imagination kept him amply warm, since it flew for- ward to his meeting with his fair friend. He was kept busy planning the interesting conversation with which he intended to enliven the trip to the theatre, while he dwelt upon the pleasure in store for them both. Just as he was meditating on the bliss of having Louise by his side for a whole afternoon, and the delight of performing offices of courtesy towards her, he halted in front of the young lady’s home. He ascended the steps, rang the bell with a trembling hand, and thought how soon his castles in the air would be changed to reality. A servant opened the door, and knowing his mis- sion, said at once: “Why Massa Jack, Miss Louise has jes’ gone out to the theatre wif Massa Davis.” Jack made no reply, but as he remained stunned and silent on the doorstep, he thought he had never before felt such a THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 119 keen and piercing wind. Then he turned slowly and went down the steps in a frosty mist, while his breath seemed to fall from his mouth in icicles. As he went shivering home- ward, he muttered to himself through chattering teeth : “ Left on an iceberg ! ” Michael J. Schiavone, H. S., ’09. Cwt] ometimess ti an ffctioit. T here are decidedly more people nowadays who read about haunted houses, than those to whom the lot of visiting one, falls. The following is an attempt to de- scribe my feelings during my first visit to an old dwelling, which was said to be haunted. The house in question was situated in a fertile valley of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The people of the place at which I was stopping with a very close friend, first told us of this vacant, isolated old cottage as being haunted. I was struck from the beginning by the sincerity, and — I may even say— ■ the awe with which our hostess related a vivid tale of having seen the house filled with a fire, not at all natural, as it did not destroy the building. Then a young man, a resident of the neighborhood, told us that he had seen faces at the v indows, and forms gliding about the garden after dark„ With these stories fresh in my mind, we decided to pay a visit to the house of ghostly repute, for mere curiosity’s sake, for we did no more expect to see a ghost than we expected to find a five-dollar note on the road. Nov , everyone has read stories of haunted houses, and in nearly every case, when the affair is closely followed up, the particular phenomenon m.ay be traced to some natural 120 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL cause. With this fact before me, and not believing in ghosts, I v as nevertheless worked up to a very high degree of ex- citement. As I climbed the low fence and set foot in the garden, I was seized with a kind of dread and self-reproach, as though I were trespassing on the property of some power- ful and tyrannical, supernatural being, who would spring on me from behind and destroy me. This is exactly how I felt while crossing towards the house. V hen I reached the door, by means of a flight of rickety, old steps, I found that it was securely locked, and I was obliged to force open a basement window to enter. By this time I was all in a tremble. Even though I was encouraged by the presence of my friend, and knev perfectly well that the whole affair was simply a hoax— -a mere superstition of the country folk— yet it was my first experience, and I admit I lost complete control of my nerves. It seemed as though we were forcing our way into a terrible trap or snare. The basement had no flooring, and I now stood on the cold, damp earth. There were several low cupboards to my right, and as I cautiously opened them, the dull creaking of the rusty hinges caused a feeling to come over me as though I expected something inhuman and unnatural to spring out and confront me with the blank question of what right I had to trespass on this sacred property. On the white- washed walls, now yellow wnth age, I was startled now and then to find imaginary figures staring at me with blank and lack-lustre eyes. This feeling of secret dread increased as we mounted the hollow-sounding stairs— now made more hollow by my own imagination— and I now stood with my companion, who was no less enterprising than myself, upon the second floor, in a small room with three doors opening on adjoining rooms. I laugh, even now, when I recall how cautiously and slowly v e opened these doors, only to stare at four blank walls. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 121 Then, in the same nervous strain, we mounted the more hollow-sounding and narrower steps to the attic. This had been converted into a single large room, with a low ceiling; and now there came over me in addition the dread of some- thing ghostly down stairs, which might at any moment come up after us. But no such thing happened, and we left the house unmolested. Now, it is a fact that during all the time we stayed in the haunted house, I never expected to see anything unusual, nor did I believe in ghosts; I scorned the idea. The cause of my fear and unnatural dread was simply the effect of the reputation haunted houses have in general, and in this par- ticular case, of the yarns that had been told concerning it. The result of my experience is that I would not now hesi- tate a moment to sleep over night in a haunted house; on the contrary, I think I would enjoy the novelty immensely. George Baummer, H. S., ’10. College aitaniajs Clwls. LTHOUGH our esteemed ex-president, Mr, Roosevelt, did his best to propagate the Ananias Club throughout Am.erica, he neglected one great class of fabricators- — namely, college boys, with their innumerable excuses and explanations. We, the students of Loyola High School, keenly feeling this neglect and being naturally kind and helpful to everyone, especially to an ex-president, have banded together and agreed to take off Mr. Roosevelt’s shoulders the great burden of completing this society. Therefore we have organized the Loyola Ananias Club, which, although at present limited to 122 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the students of the High School, will, from present indications, undoubtedly have to be extended to the College Department, for there are some very ingenious and, what is more, expe- rienced li — ah— prevaricators there who cannot afford to be overlooked. And perhaps — it is sad to relate, but alas! it is only too true — perhaps we may eventually have to include ‘‘ Prep.,’’ for, although they are young and new to the “ game,” they, like all Loyola boys, are learning rapidly. There are several divisions in this society, and the mem- bers are placed in these according to their abilities (for les- sons? No!) for twisting the truth. To tell the truth (which, as an honorary member of the Club, I am allowed to do only on special occasions like this), there are not many in the division of the Ingenious Misrepresentators, for as a rule the students do not even take the trouble to invent new excuses, but use the same old ones time after time. These chosen few, however, have well earned their distinction by thinking out such startling excuses as : “I went out to Oriole Park to see the game, and when I was coming out someone struck me in the eye with an umbrella, and of course I could not study my lessons ; ” or, “ There was a fire in the house last night” (not meaning the one in the stove, of course), “ and I was so excited I could not study.” There are other branches of the Club, more or less im- portant, but the one that has the most members by far is that of the Every-day Prevaricators. As can be seen by the name, these members are noted more for the quantity of their excuses than for their quality. For the enlightenment of the young reader, and perhaps also for his or her future use, I shall relate some of the excuses as given in the class- room. The most common are : “ I went to church last night and didn’t get home in time to do any lessons ; ” — “ I had a headache last night and couldn’t study ; ” — “ I did my compo- sition and left it in the car ; ’’ — “ I had a very important en- gagement last night and couldn’t break it.” THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 123 These are only a few examples — to enumerate them all would be to fill a volume. The society is flourishing and new members are being enrolled every day, and it looks as if all the students of the High School will become full-fledged members before the term is over. This is the result of our crusade, gentle reader. Do you not think that we have earned Mr. Roosevelt’s everlasting thanks by working for him so zealously to increase the mem- bership of the Club, while he is taking life easy in the jungle and neglecting its interests? Well, who knows but that he may be spreading the society in Central and Southern Africa? August J. Bourbon, H. S., ’10. a Cale ftom iUfe. O N the main thoroughfare of a little town in Northern Maryland there lived a well-to-do contractor, with his wife and several small children. Y ear after year, from a young- ster knee-high, to maturity, he dwelt in that same locality. Everybody in the village knew and respected him. Never was there a harsh word or angry thought within the confines of his home, for peace, love and obedience dwelt there. He loved his children with a true paternal affection, and often on a cool summer’s night they could be seen with him on the veranda, one seated in his lap, another entwining his chubby arms about his neck, the rest crawling lovingly about him on the porch. It was an object of comment and admiration to passers-by. Three years have passed and the contractor is building a 124 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL bridge in Western Pennsylvania. The little tots have grown to sturdy children. Although deprived of the constant pres- ence of their beloved one, his name is cherished with un- diminished love and respect. The day set for the father’s arrival has come at last. The inside of the house is gaily decorated v ith festoons and gar- lands of roses; the table is set for his reception and the youngsters are seated upon the veranda, gazing intently along the road to catch the first glimpse of his approach. Noon has come and gone and still he has not arrived. His wife is be- ginning to worry lest some accident has befallen him; the children are becoming restless; still they will not give up, for they yearn for the happy moment when they will once more see the face they love so much. At six in the evening a cloud of dust rises in the road and when it settles, a double- horse team can be seen coming towards them. Shouts of joy and gladness rise from the children’s lips. As the horses near the house, a hearse bearing a casket presents itself. Uttering a heart-rending cry, the grief-stricken widov falls upon the porch. The house that had been decorated as for a festival is now draped in m.ourning. The very walls seem to resound with shrieks and moans and every corner has its tears. The wife fails to recover from the shock; all attempts to console her are in vain, and finally, wasting in a slow but hopeless de- cline, she sinks into the grave, a victim of a broken heart. Imagine the cries and moans of the parentless children at their mother’s death. All that was so dear to them is gone. No kind father or loving mother is there to watch over them, no vigilant parent to protect them from danger, no one to comfort them in their sorrow and bereavement save the God above, who has said : “ Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Andrew J. Harrison, H. S., ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 125 Life €)wt?itDe of OBooftjs. Y ou will pore over a book and read eagerly how the hero is oppressed. You will sympathize with him in his trials, but in the end he always emerges from the fray, flushed and triumphant with victory. But the story I am going to relate is one in which the hero is trampled upon and kept down until his heart is well nigh bursting with grief and mortification. Charles Fontenoy, which is an assumed name, was a youth fresh from school. He had a fair education, but his parents being poor, he was obliged to discontinue his schooling. Charles began to seek employment and was successful in securing a position with a large wholesale concern. Bright and indus- trious as he was, he soon won the good v ill of his employ- ers. They promoted him to a more responsible position, and began to think they had found a jewel One day, however, something occurred which utterly shook their faith in him. It happened that the manager had been given money by his wife to pay the gas bill. As Fontenoy had to pass the gas office that morning the bill was given to him to pay. He placed the money, c onsisting of two crisp five dollar notes, in the cash pocket of his coat, and wended his vmy down H street, a thoroughfare crow’ded with early morning shoppers and pedestrians. Charles had not proceeded far, w’ hen, sud- denly reaching his hand into his pocket, he found that the money was missing. He hurriedly retraced his steps to the building, but failed to find the money. This fact he made known to the manager, who, after many questions, decided to take a small sum offi his salary until the amount was paid. In five weeks, however; Charles again received his regular wages. 126 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Not long after this small sums of money were again missed. As this money had been under Charles’ personal care, sus- picion again fell upon him. One day one of the members of the firm, desiring some stamps, sent his office boy to the manager’s office to purchase a dollar’s worth. At the time the manager was absent, but Fontenoy with two other mem- bers of the firm transacted the business, and placed the money in the stamp drawer. When the manager returned he was told of the purchase, and desiring to put the money in his own desk, unlocked the stamp drawer only to find the money missing. Nothing was said until a few mornings afterwards, when Charles was summoned to the manager ' s office, who in round terms accused him of having stolen it. Charles pleaded his innocence in vain. The manager told him that he would have to go, and declared that he would never be able to procure a position as long as he was able to pre- vent it. Charles received his discharge like one in a dream. Crushed with grief he took the few things that belonged to him, and wandered dazed and bewildered from the building. In a short while our young hero received another position, and was getting along well with his new duties, when one morning he was notified that his services were no longer needed. No explanation was given, but he learned after- wards that his old employer was the cause of his discharge. And so he wandered from one position to another, drifting lovrer and lower until, finally, something akin to despair settled in his heart and he is now ready for any job to pro- cure a livelihood. He has to this day declared his innocence, and says that when justice sets aright the wrong done to him, he will make his prosecutors regret the steps they took in ruining his character and good name. So, my reader, as you see, heroes do not always come forth victorious, but are oftentimes down-trodden and beaten, even to their very death-beds. John A. Borchers, H. S., ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 127 W HAT a great deal can be learned from the most trifling object! A farmer ' s son one day bought a second-hand book and was looking through it, when he found an old card on which was written the word “Why?” Under the h was a small X mark. The card gave the boy a great deal of v orry, but no one could explain exactly why. One day the lad was amusing himself by roughly sketch- ing a diagram of his father’s farm. This farm was bounded by tv 70 streams of water. On one side flowed the West Run, on the other the Yellow Creek. After drawing these boundaries the country boy marked the location of a ten- ant house on the neck of land betw een. ' When all was finished he discovered that he could crudely represent the position of the tenant house with the word “Why?” by letting w stand for West Run, y for Yellow Creek and h for the house between the streams. The inscription on the old card nov flashed before his mind and he asked himself if it could be possible that this was what the mysterious word represented. Then he re- membered that there was an x mark under the h. He turned the matter over in his mind again and again, and at last came to the conclusion that there must be something under the house, and that the x mark must represent that unknown something. The boy now recalled an old story of a man v ho had lived on the farm before his father’s time. It was said that the man had been rich, but when he died no money could be found anywhere. The boy’s heart began to beat with hope 128 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL as he recalled this old story, for he reasoned that the card which he had found was the key to the finding of the man ' s fortune. The x mark, he was certain, was meant to indicate the location of the treasure under the house, between the two streams. The boy now told his father what he had studied out from the card and persuaded him to search for the treasure under his direction. They went to the tenant house and found an iron pot in the cellar under a large slab of white marble. In the pot they found 50,000 dollars and a note reading thus: “ This treasure is for the one who is clever enough to find it. John Buchness, H. S., ' ll. pugnacious N ot far from Philadelphia there stands, nestled snugly betv een the Schuylkill River and a long range of high hills, a little dilapidated village. Besides five or six white-washed houses, and a few barns, which indeed rival some of the houses in appearance and construction, this little village boasts of a store. The store, as one glance at the many articles ranged along its walls and hung from its door-posts showed, was no mean place, for there was not a thing from a penny stamp to the latest designs of plows, which did not lurk in some dark, musty corner of the building. It was the meeting place of the farmers for miles around, and never was there a time that a number of them were not to be seen there, puffing at their corn-cob pipes or making the air resound with their laughter. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 129 Several years ago, five or six such idlers were lounging around this very store. Some squatted in the most curious positions on a long bench; still others, not satisfied with this hard comfort, had throvm themselves upon a scanty patch of grass before the porch; all were listening with great in- terest to something that a sturdy, good-natured young coun- tryman w as saying. Suddenly the attention of all was di- rected to a tall, lanky man, who strode through the door- way. A chorus of “ How be ye. Si? haven’t seen ye for a long v hile,” burst from the crowed on the porch. But Si, after giving a sort of condescending smile at those around him, thumped down the steps, shuffled his heavy boots over the path, and climbed into his rickety old v agon. Skinny vSi— and well did this appellation suit this peculiar man— was ungainly in appearance. Although by no means an ugly man, still there was something in his demeanor w hich had a power to frighten the country children. More- over, he was strong and muscular and of a very hot temper, vvrhich it was dangerous to meddle with. “Yes, siree, boys, as often as I saw ‘Big Nance,’ she was never uglier than yesterday. After running ' clean over Sam Green’s cornfield, and breaking up things down’eer by the dam, she caught Preacher Williams by the legs, so that the reverend old gentleman had to run for his life.” Whatever these words meant, they had their effect on Si, v ho became first v nite, then red v ith rage. He leaped out of the wagon with an agility surprising for his age, and run- ning over to the speaker, grabbed him violently by the col- lar. The latter was no match for Si v hen aroused. Ke vmg- gled and writhe d under his grasp, and kept screeching, “ Let me go, I ain’t done nothing to you.” But, fortunately, just as the stunning blow was coming from Si’s fist the little man’s coat collar ripped off. Ke had a rather hard fall, but it brought deliverance from those terrible hands. With a look 9 130 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL full of scorn and contempt Si saw his victim escape through the crowd, and run down the road as fast as his legs could carry him. This last incident brought forth hearty applause from the bystanders; but Si, as he was in no state of mind to endure any mockery, and misunderstanding this outburst of laughter, let first one, then the other of his knotty fists land on each of the bystander’s jaws. How could they re- strain themselves from laughing outright at those funny, warped legs racing down the road? Meanwhile Si’s victim could be seen dashing over the railing of the porch into a clump of blackberry bushes, not stopping, indeed, to partake of the succulent berries, but ex- tricating himself at once and setting off again at top speed. The others, realizing that distance would be the only thing to lend enchantment to the present scene, put as much ground as possible between Si and themselves. Thus Si was left sole possessor of the field of battle; a corn-cob pipe, and a plug of tobacco were his only antagonists. The pipe he hastily kicked over the road, and the plug of tobacco he put in his massive pocket. After one more look of anger at his fleeing enemies. Si walked towards his wagon, patted his horse affectionately on the head and rode off. Many years later, after this episode had been forgotten by the villagers of the district, two people were sitting be- fore the door of their farm house. “ D’ye remember the time, Nancy, when your poor father beat me for talking about the old River Nance? ' ’ He slowly lifted his hand in the direction. “ D’ye remember how high the river was the spring before, and how she flooded out Sam Green’s cornfield, and almost drowned Preacher Wil- liams? ” “ Yes, siree, I remember all that, ’cause I had a good reason to,” she drew her chair closer to him. “ I remember it well — how father thought you were talking about me. You THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 131 know they used to call me ‘ Old Nance ’ to keep them from mixing me up with ‘ Little Nance,’ but you see it has turned out all right,” and she gave the old man an affectionate kiss on the cheek. Edward Plumer, H. S., ’ll. for all Ci e (Boio of D uring the Revolutionary War, when Lafayette was in camp on the Hudson, six soldiers were lounging around a camp-fire telling stories, one of which I am about to relate. About the year 1777, General Lafayette issued orders that all noise should be stopped between nine at night and six in the morning, so that the soldiers might not be caught off their guard, as were the Hessians under Colonel Rahl, when Washington crossed the Delaware and captured about one thousand soldiers together with their military stores, with the loss of but four of his own men. One night, about two days after this order had been given, a fifer strolled outside the lines, and sat down at the foot of a large tree, where a small, babbling brook passed on its way to the mighty river. Overjoyed at the beautiful scenery around him, because it reminded him of his old home, he took out his fife and began to play — at first softly, then louder as the pictures of home began to come more vividly to his mind. The sentinel, hearing the playing, thought it was the en- emy. Upon examination, he found it was a fellow-soldier, but, wishing to shield him, he did not report the playing. 132 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The general, however, who was noted for his vigilance, had heard it. The fifer spent a long and troubled night, thinking hov7 foolish he had been, and of the punishment he would receive on the morrow. When he rose next morning, the general or- dered all his men to line up, as he v anted to see each one personally. The fifer now knew he would be found out, but resolved to tell the truth. At this time the sentinel came along and told him not to tell, but the fifer replied : What ! my mother’s son tell a lie. No, not for all the gold in the Indies.” At last his turn came. When the general asked him if he knew anything about the playing, the fifer told him that being lonely and thinking of home and his mother, he forgot the general’s order, took out his fife and began to cheer his loneliness by playing his mother’s favorite tune. The general then said : “ Why that is my mother’s favorite tune also,” and requested the soldier to play it again. In the meantime the soldiers noticed that he was staying in longer than the others, when all at once the soft, sweet strains of Home, Sweet Home,” reached their ears, and they thought what a scoundrel this must be to insult the general by playing inside his very tent. A little while later they changed their minds, however, v hen they saw the smile on his face as he marched out of the tent. They at once gathered around him, for they wanted to know what had taken place. He told his fellow-soldiers that he was the one who had played on the fife the night before, not, however, on account of any bad will, but out of forgetfulness; and that when he acknowledged his guilt so readily as he did, the general was so pleased with his truthfulness, that he forgave him and bade him repeat on his fife the beautiful strains that had caused them all not a little alarm the night before. Read Mullan, Prep. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 133 Cl e iLegenti of ti e HE lonely waves lapped His feet, the sun shone on A His face, but He heeded them not, for He was sad as He thought of His Mother and what would be her suf- ferings in after years. Removing His sandals to bathe His weary feet. He sat down on a nearby rock, murmuring all the while, “ Three years ! three years ! and then will the cruel nails come and make you bleed, poor feet. Three years, three years,” He murmured again. “ Ah ! that it were to- morrow — but my Father’s will biddeth me bide that time.” He wore the robe His Mother made, and as He thought of Her, He could hardly refrain from sobbing again. Walking along by the sea was a small fisher-boy, who saw Him, and, neither presumptuous nor shy, spoke mourn- fully to Him, at seeing the care-worn face, “You look tired.” Placing His hand upon the child’s head. He said: “ I am so tired waiting.” Suddenly a bird from over the sea, and driven in by a storm, fluttered towards Him, dropped at His feet and died. Seeing this, the boy grew very sad and exclaimed so sorrowfully, “ Poor little bird,” that He picked it up and breathed upon it. To the child’s amazement its little life returned, and it flew back over the course it had come. Noting the sweet face which v as gaz- ing upon him, the boy said : “ Thou art so beautiful, I wish Thou wert my God.” Leaning down. He whispered to the half-expectant fisher-boy : “ I am thy Christ.” Three years later when the boy was visiting Jerusalem, he noticed a procession wending its way through one of the streets. With natural curiosity to see the criminal, as he supposed, he quickened his pace and gazed in astonishment 134 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL at the condemned man, who was to die by the cross, but tried in vain to recall where he had before seen Him. Fol- lowing the procession, he saw Him laid on and nailed to the cross. It was then that the boy remembered Him. For it was the countenance of the One who had performed the miracle by the sea-shore. And the little fisher-boy knelt to adore while others cursed the thorn-crowned Crucified. Bernard Sullivan, Prep. Morgan J ebatiitg ocietr. Moderator, Mr. Aloysius T. Higgins, S. J. FIRST TERM OFFICERS. John J. Weber, President. Francis J. Loessel, Vice-President. James A. McElroy, Secretary. Harry A. Quinn, Treasurer. J. Harrington O’Neill, First Censor. George Baummer, Second Censor. SECOND TERM. Harry A. Quinn, President. Andrew J. Harrison, Vice-President. James A. McElroy, Secretary. J. Harrington O’Neill, Treasurer. August J. Bourbon, First Censor. William E. Mackessy, Second Censor. p HE Morgan Debating Society was formed for the benefit of the students of the High School. That many of them have taken advantage of it and profited thereby is easily shown by the SPEAKERS AT THE PUBLIC DEBATE OF THE MORGAN DEBATING SOCIETY. W. E. Mackessy. J. T. Slater. H. J. Quinn, Chairman. A. T. Mullen. H. W. Ganster. m m ?s xV! ; Tla THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 135 number of spirited debates held during the past year. The society is still in its infancy, this being only the second year of its exist- ence. Judging from past results, there is no doubt but that its future is to be a bright one. Known last year by the name of the Junior Debating Society, it was thought fit to change the name to “ The Morgan Debating Society.” It is named after the renowned and Reverend Fr. Morgan, S. J. To anyone connected with Loyola he needs no introduction. The new building, with its spacious hall, airy classrooms and well- equipped gymnasium, is the work of Fr. Morgan. The Loycla of to-day owes miuch to this good Father. The Morgan Debating Society has had a number of interesting debates this year on important and timely subjects. The quick thought, the ready answer and the sudden burst of eloquence of the young orators has been most surprising and gratifying. The first debate was on the question: “Resolved, That as a dis- coverer and man, Livingston was greater than Columbus.” A. J. Bourbon and John J. Buchness defended the affirmative side, while J. Harrington O’Neil and John T. Slater upheld the negative. After a spirited debate (it was the first appearance for many of the young aspirants) the honor went to the negative side. The debates were held quite regularly about once a week. It would be too long to mention ail; suffice it to say they all evoked great spirit and energy. The semJ-final debates, from which the prize debaters were chosen, were marked by pointed arguing and were closely contested, so that our Rev. Moderator had no easy task in picking the four who would represent the Society this year. The fortunate ones were John T. Slater, Wim. J. Mackessy, H. Walter Ganster and Augustus T. Mullen. The question for the prize debate is: “Resolved, That the mieans emiployed by the United States in building the Panama Canal will be justified by the advantages to be obtained therefrom.” Judging from the energy and zeal of the four speakers, an excellent debate is expected. H. J. C. Clark, H. S., ’ll. Htgli rj)0C6l jEotes FOURTH YEAR HIGH. UITE an incorrigible class. Some of the members are afflicted Nc with a contagious disease which M. D.’s might call “ odium classicorum.” They would have the counsellor Zeus bring back Cicero, Homer and Virgil to this world so as to enable them to take vengeance on these worthies and utterly annihilate them. Yet this trouble breaks out only now and then, chiefly after a fierce con- test betwreen the brain and the heat of approaching summer. In spite of many faults, the class has some good traits. Seldom is a theme missing, seldom a lesson unknown. The fruits of this steady application to duty were evident in our specimen on Ma- caulay’s Life of Johnson, November 24th, when the class made a remarkable showing. The specimen was a quiz throughout, ques- tions of all sorts being poked at us from all sides. What surprised us most was that we were expected to live after it. We not only lived, but breathed freely and happily when the half-holiday came. Who invented the Prosody Rules? Casserly. V ho did them to death? Fourth Year High. Another conumdrum: Who gets up his Greek without an inter- linear? C. J. M., ever since the teacher confiscated it. One more: Why does the class get sore when the teacher calls for the construction? Ponies don’t construct. What a variety of characters we have among us! First thing in the morning when he is not late (he’s either too early or too late) in comes W. I. W. with a new Govans hamlet joke and a deafening smile. Next J. V . appears on the scene with such a “ vinegar aspect ” as to frighten out of his wits our much-prized suckling J. J. H. But, to do justice to J. W., what would happen to the Greek verbs without him? When all are arrived and fairly seated, out comes a little puppy or possum or pony on our beadle’s desk. Nothing but the distich has power to chase this menagerie. The distich has won a place in T. A. K.’s heart. Then, what a treat it is to hear our graceful elocutionist J. A. C. recite his Latin mem- ory lines! Before the hour’s up we are sure to hear from the dreamy, long-suffering C. J. M., who always knows his lesson when he 136 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 137 doesn’t, but wouldn’t lose his good humor if the .teacher took the thunderbolts of Jupiter out of the book and hurled them at him. H. E. S. was a good little boy when he came from Philadelphia. Two years can effect a change in any one. And let us give due honor to J. C. B., who showed of what metal he was made by winning top honors for the month of March. We miss him (he was always so ready to recite) ever since he was forced by ill-health to give up his books for the year. But we hear he has been reading “ good English books ” during his leisure hours. Bravo, J. C. B. But what of the untiring A. C. R., who always greets you with a broad smile and a far-fetched (all the way from Highlandtown) joke. He of the cognomen Jacob. Why, he was so anxious to cross Gwynn’s Falls, one Thursday, a few springs over the projecting rocks brought him to the middle of the stream; then all of a sud- den there was a spill and a splash, and what do you think? “Jacob got his feet wet.” M. J. Schiavone, H. S., ’09. THIRD YEAR HIGH. E have some famous individuals amongst us, it is true. But, whatever the loss to history, we intend to omit names and tell of events in Third Year High. These are our class notes, and we do not care who else understand them. Class spirit was our aim during the year. Did we reach it? Well, rather. Some of our little class meetings had a gospel meeting beaten 1,000 paces (Roman measurement). That set of resolutions, too, which we almost sent— that v as going to be a masterpiece. And then cur class mottoes “Age quod agis,” and “Attend tibi.” How we loved to hear those. And who said, “ Nulla dies sine linea ” was not a favorite? We would recommend our successors not to leave any blank paper within the reach of the teacher. Yes, we had a roll of honor, too. It used to be kept on a corner of the black-board and the favored ones had the privilege of writing each his own name. Class officers? This is the part it hurts our modesty to speak of. We had the best , but what’s the use? Who could improve on our President? Speaker Cannon may be good, but just w ait 138 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL until our President gets there. The Beadle’s only faults were his fondness for talking with John outside the door, his love for the other “ special student,” his pronunciation of Latin and his argu- ments against Greek. But nobody ever contradicted him after he won the shot-put at Georgetown. We hate to talk about his virtues; just look at his marks. The Secretary— Now if you had all the important engagements which he has, you could not be expected to remain in one seat either. Sodality— Annual — Debating Society— all wanted him at once. He can do anything but study. He may have been sick on the days we had our specimens,, for those sudden attacks come to every man. But we all gave way to him when it was our turn to decorate the shrine, and you know what his good taste did for us. The Treasurer is so upright that we cannot find anything to say of him — that is anything blameworthy. We could sing his praises all day, but that might offend him, and that is something he never dees himself. They say he actually ran to school, once, and being caught in the fault, promised never to move so fast again. And he hasn’t. Our class diary records a few events we should like to see in print. Just before the Xmas vacations, we gave the first of the Latin academies and set the fashion for the younger brethren. Caesar was our author, and Rev. Father Rector seemed pleased at our man- ner of handling it. Later we invited Rev. Father Prefect to quiz us in the English memory of Gray’s “ Elegy ” and it became a hard task to decide who was the best. John Borchers, Frank Jones, August Bourbon stood a very exacting test, and at last a draw had tO ' be declared between them. On Monday, April 26, we requested Rev. Fr. Rector and Father Pre- fect to question us in Latin memory, and the majority of the class were equal to the sharp questioning they received. Andrew Harrison re- cited the whole poem, “ Philemon Baucis ” in record time and with- out a stumble. Well, it’s over now and we are not sorry. Class specimens are nice, but oh you vacation! And here’s hoping we will all be back as High School Seniors in 1909-1910. Scribe, H. S., ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 139 SECOND YEAR HIGH. HO said there were no Ciceronians in the College? Did you attend the specimen o£ 2nd Year High during the first week of March? Translated thirty letters of Cicero and parsed every word! We just dote on translating Cicero. Things are advancing at a great rate in Highlandtown this year, so the Class hears from one of its members. He ought to know. Towson, we are told, also woke up recently. They had a fire- man’s parade the other day. We wonder if that is the only exer- cise the firemen get out there! Can you tell us, A.? — Judging from the cheerfulness of one of our members, Towson must be a pleas- ant place to live in. We have a few echoes from Eccleston now and then. Beadle, can you give us any light on this subject? When it comes to giving information about anything in the agricultural line, our representa- tive from Eccleston is quite versant. That is not saying he is not informed about Latin and Greek. He is our esteemed beadle, you know. We are cosmopolitan in 2nd Year High. Members from all over, — Catonsville, Towson, Eccleston, Ruxton, Mt. Washington, High- landtown, Canton, almost every village on the enlarged map of Mary- land. Besides, we have all nations represented. Just look at some of the names on our class list. How do you like our baseball team? Ready to meet any nine in the city. Played a number of games so far and we are flourishing victors. Take notice. High School and College Teams. By the way, did you see our suits? They are screamers. Still they are the true college colors and, better still, they who wear them are true college students. Congratulations to our esteemed president. Come in some Sat- urday afternoon and hear our young politicians, senators and his- torians hold forth. Drop in some morning and see our sleeping Beauty. Two of our boys are called by the appropriate title of bride and groom. Sorry Special broke up that far-famed “ twenty-three ” of 2nd Year High. John T. Slater, H. S., ’ll. 140 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL FIRST YEAR HIGH. ■ r ONDAY, October 12th, 1903. Today a meeting was called after class and our anxiety was relieved by the arrival of the class pins. The design is a sterling silver wreath of victory, crossed with a scroll, on either side of which are the class colors, olive and gold. On the scroll is written L. H. S.--12. All seemed more than pleased. Forthwith class cheers were proposed and voted upon. The cheer adopted was Ki-yi-yi, Loyola High: three times, each time a note or two higher. Tuesday, February 2nd, 1909. Today our class lost three of its members, Adam Boehm, Henry Clark and John Lardner. They were promoted to a higher class. As is always the case when anyone of the family goes away, not they who leave, but they who stay, are sad. Saturday, May 8th, 1909. Undoubtedly the greatest event of the scholastic year for First Year High was the public specimen given today by section A in the College auditorium. It was public in more than the ordinary sense given to that word when applied to a class specimen; for it was given in the presence of Rev. Father President, the Rev. Faculty, all the students of the high school, and the parents and former teachers and friends of the students. Each and every member m.ade his best effort, and, of course, the specimen was a success. Although to us, excepting the music and a few special essays, the public specimen was only an ordinary class event, yet, if one may judge form the congratulations received from all sides, cur v ork was am„ply appreciated. Rev. Father President, in his earnest way, said that he was agreeably surprised; that First Year High Section A had every reason to feel proud, for as its name suggested it was A No. 1—not only first, but high. The specimen began with two essays on Greek History: “ Did Homer write the Iliad?” by W. J. Keating, and “the Anabasis of C rus and the Ten Thousand ” by A, V. Buchness, and all must agree that it was by no means a bad beginning. Then came “ Poland at the Bat ” by Julian F. X. Morris. And, when all Baltimore was in mourning at Poland’s strike out, a battle was begun on the vo- cabulary and etymology of Viri Romae between the Romans and the Greeks. As it usually takes from an hour to an hour and a half to fight a battle to the finish, in order to save time, only one round of ammunition was fired. Then the class musicians began to THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 141 socth the savage breasts of the late v arriors with the charms of the “ V aves of the Danube.” James F. Vaeth played the violin and Wallace McMahon accompanied him on the piano. No sooner had the music ceased when the second part of the programx began with essays on the English authors: “A Preface to the Last of the Mohicans ” by Eugene F. Baldwin, and “ The Hero, Heroine and Villain of the Last of the Mohicans ” by Julian F. X. Morris. These were followed by a contest in Greek Vocabulary and Ety- mology: Romans vs. Greeks. After another duet by the above mentioned musicians, came the wording of the famous German song entitled “ Mutterlein,” which -was delivered in the original by Henry J. Bayer. Later on he spoke—I Am_ Nobody’s Child— during which was wiped away full many a silent tear. Next came a lecture in Physical Geography on v hat becomes of rain. The speaker, Clar- ence G. Owings, began with an explanation of his diagram written on a black-board in colored chalk, showing what becomes of the rainfall that sinks into the ground. If the subject was interesting and instructive, his treatment was no less interesting. But the feature of the specimen was the Latin baseball game on the translating and parsing of Viri Rcmae. Before the game Joseph Reith gave a brief but full explanation of the rules. We quote him in full: The regular league rules, for the most part, are the rules adopted in the Latin baseball game. Four balls entitle the batter to take his base. Three strikes the batter is out. The first two fouls count as strikes. Each question answered correctly counts as a ball. Each complete failure means a strike. A smaller mistake, such as the mispronunciation of a word, is a foul. But we have one special rule: If the man at the bat answers correctly all the questions asked him for two minutes, he is entitled to a home run, and, cf course, if there is anyone on base, he brings him home. But once the batter makes a strike, he is no longer entitled to a home run; the most he then can do is get on base, and w ait till someone forces him home. It was somewhat surprising to see the decisive way in w hich the umpire, Clarence Owings, called the balls and strikes, etc. He showed that he not only knew he was in the right, but that he was the determined master cf his little domain. Not to overtax the audience — for it usually takes about two hours to play five innings — the umpire called the game at the end of the first inning, leaving the score five to three in favor of Georgetown. Diary, H. S., ’12. 142 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL PREPARATORY. “ One, two, three, sure as pop, Loyola Prep, always on top.” We always have plenty of fun on our fishing trips — more fun than fish. Though Leo C. is the largest fish in our class (he is still at large, though he has often been caught) he is not, however, a great fisherman. On our Thursday picnics he tells many stories in his line, and, of course, we always pretend to believe them. The grand mid-year immunity prize contest was won by John Farrell with Bernard Sullivan and Roger Donovan close for second place. There was nothing small about the prizes J. F. received, except, perhaps, the dime-and-pin. One doesn’t have to be in long pants after all to win a spelling contest — does he,, Berthold? The great spelling bee of the year (the entire speller) was won by Rodger Donovan. The great Latin Declension contest, the greatest of all during the year, was won by Bernard Sullivan. Just here, boys of Prep., is where the Prep, cry comes in. Alb ready — go — “ One, two, three, sure as pop, Loyola Prep, always on top.” There is a swift little “ eddy ” in our class. He would have caught the fly had he been a little more cautious. Isn’t that so, Bernard? When Paris snuffs, all France sneezes — Prep, version of the same: When C. B. sneezes, all Prep, class-room shakes. John K. was beaten by a Burch one fine spring day. He (J. K.) says he will behave hereafter in the presence of large boys. G. O’R. — A good fellow half the time. He likes to tease boys of First High, and is not afraid to, either. Very funny, the wag of the class. He once lived in Annapolis. He is not the very best boy in our class, because he lives on Eutaw Place — the very best boy in our class lives on 33rd street. “ Shields gleamed upon the wall ” — but remember, gentle reader, it was the jug-room wall. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 143 The recitation was in memory and J. K. was called on to recite. Longfellow’s “ Excelsior ” was the selection. When our hero reached the line — “ Beware the awful avalanche,” our imagination was suddenly and rudely brought down from the dizzy mountain heights to a street in the crowded city by his improve- ment on Longfellow — “ Beware the awful ambulance.” This time the recitation was in geography and, be it remem.bered, it was the baseball season. To the question, what name does the State of New York go by, the ready reply was — the Umpire State. Prep. Class. OF S -f OBa feet OBall Ceam. T he Basket Ball Team for the season 1908-09 not only achieved more success than any team that has repre- sented the College since this sport was introduced, but came within one point of tying City College for the Interscholastic Championship of Baltimore. Manager Harry Noeth, knowing the merit of the men that were to support him, prepared a very pretentious sched- ule, including the Navy, Georgetown University, Baltimore Medical and the leading athletic clubs of the city. The result shows that the team, was equal to the task. The manage- ment v ould like to state here that, although the team was prepared for every game on the schedule, on account of the large scores Loyola was rolling up against former champions of the city, many games v ;ere cancelled by the opponents. Out of 19 games played only five were lost. The season opened with the Friends’ School game and ail the candidates were given a chance. The unsettled condi- tion of the team and the smallness of the Friends’ School gym. account for the close score, Loyola winning by three points. When the Quakers came to Loyola to play the return game, the contest, though exciting at times, v as not at all close, the game ending up with the score 39 to 8 in favor of Loyola. The two games with St. Joseph’s Lyceum were merely pastimes for the College boys. The games attracted a good bit of attention, however, as two stars of last jj ear’s team, 144 a W - o r X w § O o r r o o ro P r M w crq ?r p r D CO M H ro r H w p -� 3 rt THE LOYOEA ANNUAL 145 Kines and Gibson, played with the Lyceum team. These games were very exciting, but at no time was the result doubt- ful. The score of the first game was 52 to 9; that of the second, 39 to 8. The two gam_es with the U. S. Naval Resen es Team af- forded good practice in goal shooting, but, as the score indi- cates, the would-be admirals v ere outclassed in every de- partm_ent of the game. Both games v ere played in the old Fifth Regiment Armory Hall. The scores of the games were 50 to 10 and 61 to 7. At Mt. St. Joseph’s gym., on the night of Janaury 15, Loyola met and defeated in fine style their great rivals, Mt. St. Joseph’s. Although the final score would denote that the game was a wholly one-sided affair, yet during the first half the opposite was true. Some rough work on the part of the Irvington boys and some sensational passes on the part of the Loyola quintet kept the crov d on edge throughout the first half, which ended v ith a score of 10 to 8 in favor of the Gold and Blue. In the second half the Mt. St. Joseph boys started off with a rush and in a few minutes were ahead of Loyola, but at this point Gans, Loyola’s crack forv ard, was throv n through a partition of the gym.; this seemed to fire the boys, for in a fev minutes they started to shoot goals, and nothing could stop them until the whistle blew, with the final score of 38 to 12. The second game vvith Mt. St. Joseph’s in the Loyola gym. was an exhibition of loose, ragged playing on the part of the Gold and Blue. But this must be excused because of the condition of the team. Cook had just got back into the game after being laid up with in- juries received in the game with Govanstov n; Captain Bris- coe had a very heavy cold and w-as in no condition at all. Other m_embers of the team v ere braised and battered from the game with the Govans Y. M. C. A. However, the boys managed to v in by the score of 35 to 12. 10 146 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The game with Govans, i£ it can be called a game, was hard to lose, but it showed the grit and pluck of the Loyola boys. After five minutes of play, with the score 5 to 0 in Loyola’s favor, Cook was injured and compelled to leave the game. The game took place during the mid-term holidays, and, as tv o of the substitutes were absent, the Gold and Blue vigorously fought to the end with four men. Govans won out by the small score of 27 to 18. The second game with Govans at Loyola ended abruptly. The team had hardly been playing five minutes, with a score of 10 to 0 in Loyola’s favor, when the Y .M. C. A. boys be- came angry at the decision of the referee, their own man, and left the floor. For some time the Y averly Athletic Club had been publish- ing challenges in the daily papers. The Moderator, wishing to schedule games only with educational institutions, would • not allov Manager Noeth to take up the gauntlet. The crisis came, however, when Waverly accused Loyola of lack of courage. The entreaties of the manager and the team to be allowed to uphold the honor of Loyola finally prevailed and the game was scheduled. The final score was Loyola 43, Waverly 5. Probably the greatest help in making the team a success was the second game of the season with the Boys Latin School in their gym. Loyola had been defeated by the Latin School boys in all athletic games between the two institutions in baseball, football and basket ball for the last three years. It would have given the team great encouragement to have defeated the boys at all, but to have defeated them by the score of 43 to 5 gave them the greatest hopes. The score of this game excited much wonder among the followers of basket ball in the city and was the cause of much inconvenience to Loyola, as Marston’s, University of Maryland and Deich- man’s cancelled their games with the college and Boys’ Latin School cancelled its remaining game. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 147 The most important game of the season was the one with Georgetown, which took place in the old Fifth Regiment Armory. The first half was a neck-and-neck race. First one team surged ahead, then the other, and the followers of the Gold and Blue had great hopes of victory. But in the second half the training of the Blue and Gray became evident and the University boys surged ahead and won out by the score of 62 to 25. Loyola had no reason to be ashamed of this game, as Georgetown won the championship of the South. They defeated Washington and Lee, the former champions, 60 to 15, a larger score than ours. Besides, they defeated the U. S. Naval Academy team two out of three. Loyola’s game with the Navy was called off by the manager of the Navy team. After eliminating one after another the aspirants to the Intercollegiate Championship of the city, Loyola met her old rival. City College. With the blowing of the whistle both teams settled down to work and it was apparent that they were both nervous. Loyola took the lead and held it until, two minutes before he close, Riley, the clever forward of the City College team, after some fine passing netted the ball, making the score 11 to 10 against Loyola. This game, as is always the case when two evenly matched teams put forth all their energy to win, kept the rooters in a constant state of excitement. A faster and cleaner game between two evenly matched teams has not taken place in Baltimore for some time. Great rivalry existed among the players in regard to the record for goals shot. Up to the last game Cook led with 15 goals, but Gans won out in the last game. The record for the season is: Gans, 16; Cook, 15; Kearney, 10; Egan, 8; Briscoe (captain), 6, and Losinski, 5. Loyola scored 563 points to her opponents’ 273, almost double the number. 148 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The team was composed of COOK, Centre; CANS and KEARNEY, Forwards; EGAN and BRISCOE (captain). De- fense, with Walsh, Losinski and Noeth (manager), as reserves. RECORD OF G AMES. November 12 — Loyola, 32; Baltimore Medical College, 18. November 23— Baltimore Medical College, 37; Loyola, 21. December 4— Loyola, 23; Friends’ School, 19. December 18— Loyola, 43; Boys’ Latin School, 5. January 8 — City College, 32; Loyola, 12. January 15— Loyola, 38; Mt. St. Joseph College, 12. January 20 — Loyola, 39; Friends’ School, 8. January 30 — Loyola, 50; Naval Reserves, 10. February 3— Loyola, 40; Waverly Academy, 5. February 10 — Loyola, 35; Mt. St. Joseph College, 5. February 13— Georgetown University, 62; Loyola, 25. February 17— Loyola, 48; St. Joseph’s Lyceum, 6. February 22— Govans Y. M. C. A., 27; Loyola, 19. February 26 — Loyola, 52; St. Joseph’s Lyceum, 8. March 3— Loyola, 10; Govans Y. M. C. A., 0. March 10 — City College, 11; Loyola, 10. March 19 — Loyola, 62; Naval Reserves, 7. W. Henry Noeth, ’ll, Manager. OBall Ceam. HE Loyola Reserves Basket Ball team, which made its A initial appearance and a very creditable showing during the past season, was composed of the following players : Schia- vone. Left Forward (Captain) ; Tormey, Right Forward (Manager); Joyce, Centre; Jones, Right Defense; Baummer and Walsh, Left Defense. Manager Tormey arranged an ambitious schedule, which was played with the following results: MIDGET BASKETBALL TEAM. J. N. Corcoran. T. Stracilo. J. A. Dorsch. A. J. Bourbon. R. M. Williams. T. A. Keelan. H. J. Cotter. RESERVES BASKETBALL TEAM. F. J. Jones. G. A. Tormey. J. H. Joyce. M. J. Schiavone. G. Baummer. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 149 Dec. 10. At Friends’ School, Loyola 22, Friends 2nd 8. “ 17. “ Central Y. M. C. A., Loyola 19, Central 23. Jan. 8. “ City College, Loyola 15, City College Reserves 25. “ 13. “ Loyola, Loyola 18, Mutuals, 10. “ 15. “ Loyola, Loyola 18, City College Reserves, 12. 24. “ Loyola, Loyola 21, Central 25. Feb. 5. “ City College, Loyola 12, City College Reserves 23. “ 12. “ Loyola, Loyola 21, Mutuals 23. “ 15. “ Loyola, Loyola 40, Tuxedo 10. “ 19. “ Loyola, Loyola, 23, City College Reserves 11. 26. “ City College, Loyola, 6, City College Reserves 45. Mar. 2. “ Loyola, Loyola, 18, Mutuals 6. “ 7. “ Fifth Regiment Armory, Loyola, 39, Calverts 28. “ 10. “ Loyola, Loyola, 15, City College Reserves 16. “ 17. “ Loyola, Loyola, 43, Calverts 10. The Reserves fought hard for the Reserve Championship of the city with the City College Reserves. Of the five games played with the City College Reserves, Loyola won two, while City College won two besides the rubber, which was the hardest fought game of the season. The two teams were very evenly matched for this game, as the score 16-15 readily shows. With the score 15-15, Referee Leonard called a foul on Loyola, and Chas. Peters neatly placed the ball into our basket, winning the game and also the Reserve champion- ship of the city. The hardest defeat of the season was sustained at the hands of the City College Reserves — 45-6, while the largest score made was in the game with the Calverts which Loyola won 43-10. Of the fifteen games played Loyola won 8 and lost 7. Captain Schiavone at Left Forward and Manager Tormey at Right Forward performed some clever passing and goal- shooting during the year, while Joyce at Centre pulled many a game out of the fire by his accurate goal-shooting. Jones was the one bright star at Defense, often destroying the op- 150 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ponents’ hopes of victory by his rapid defense work. Baum- mer, who entered the game at Left Defense when Walsh was injured, showed that with a little training he would make .a valuable defense man for next year’s team. It is the ardent wish of our Moderator, Mr. D. J. Lynch, S. J., and also that of the Reserves, that they meet again next year to do some more clever work and perhaps vvrrest the championship from the City College team. George A. Tormey, H. S., ’10, Manager. of ti e lapttigetis. HE Loyola Midgets established a better record than X either the Varsity or Reserves, winning in all ten games out of twelve. Much of the success of the team may be attributed to Captain Keelan, who not only played a star game at Right Forward throughout the season, but by his generalship and enthusiasm inspired his team-mates to great deeds. The Midgets originated in the class of 3rd High, but after one game (with Friends’ School) disbanded to reorganize later under the name of Reserves. Then it was that the present Midgets came into existence, and, although late in the season, a very good schedule was drawn up. A series of five games was arranged with the City College Midgets for the 105-lb. interscholastic championship. Each team won two games, but the last and deciding game remained un- played. The first game of this series was especially note- worthy. When the whistle blew at the end of the first half, the score stood 4 to 4; but the defenders of the Gold and Blue came back strong in the next half, and by clever pass- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 151 ing netted the ball twice, making the final score 8-4 in Loyola’s favor. The next game was won City College by the score of 18-12. But Loyola captured the third game 16-5. City Col- lege took the fourth game of the series by the score of 24-16. It v as in this gam.e that Stracilo, the crack Left Defense, injured his shoulder and was compelled to withdraw for the season. He was succeeded by Corcoran, who ably hlled his position. The two games lost to City College were the only ones that marred our record during the season. Among the other teams who met defeat at the hands of the Midgets were: Baltic Reserves (2 games). Northern A. C. (2 games). Y. M. C. A. Juniors. Revonah A. C. Apache A. C. Montevideo A. C. Richard M. Williams, H. S., ’10, Manager. iBa eball Ceara. LTHOUGH the Varsity Baseball Nine did not meet with the success which attended our famous Basket Ball Team, they showed the same grit and determination that led our plucky goal-tossers to victory. The games that went to our opponents outnumber our vic- tories but in none of these defeats did Loyola have her regular team on the field. In the early part of the season Capt. William Braden, one of our much needed twirlers, was compelled by other duties to 152 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL deprive the team of his services, and his loss was keenly felt. Capt. Vachel Brovm was elected to hll the vacancy and upon him devolved most of the slab work. The manner in v hich he filled both these positions is worthy of the approbation and praise of every well wisher of the Blue and Gold. Lack of suitable grounds on which to practice, and our very limited pitching staff can account in some measure for our defeats. In nearly every lost game the story was the same. Our opponents got the lead in the first few innings and it looked as though Loyola would be buried good and deep. Then our team v ould brace up and go in to win. By clever fielding and heavy and consistent batting, Loyola would start to walk away with her adversary, but the rally was always too late. When the ninth inning was over, the other team vv-as a few runs ahead. In the first Polytechnic game Loyola was fortunate in having but a few subs ' ' on the field. Up to this Poly, had lost but one out of live games from the best teams in the city, including M. A. C. and Mt. St. Joseph’s. This made the would-be mechanics confident of victory, but after the first few innings this over-confidence was gone. The anxiety ex- pressed by the Poly, rooters gave our boys courage and the game became very exciting. In the first half of the ninth, Loyola tied the score and then settled down and shut out their opponents. By heavy batting, in the tenth, the College boys scored two more runs and then Poly, came to bat to do or die. She died. With three men on bases and two out a long fly v as sent into deep left. Foley, by a little sprinting got under the sphere and it stuck like glue. The men on second and third tried to beat the throw in. The first man scored, but the second died at the plate. Score, 12 to 11, in favor of Loyola. The Country School game was by far the prettiest game of the season, only one error being set down against Loyola. Brown served up the benders and proved too much for the COLLEGE BASEBALL TEAM. C. H. Foley. E. H. Brown. H. P. Galligher. G. J. Ayd. J. A. Guthrie. J. McFee. F. T. Jones. W. J. Ginty. J. T. Hanlon, Mgr. W. F. Braden. V. J. Brown. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 153 boys from Roland Park. The game was not as one-sided as the score might seem to indicate, for no more than one Loyola man crossed the plate in an inning. The contest, however, was never in doubt. Other games which we were confident of numbering among our victories were cancelled by our opponents. The following is the schedule with results up to date : April 14th— McDonogh School, at McDonogh; cancelled on account of rain. April 16th— City College, at Walbrook; score 3-11. April 21st — Mt. St. Joseph’s, at Irvington; score 5-12. April 28th— Polytechnic, at Bartlett-Ha 3 rward grounds; score 12-11. May 1st— West Arlington, at Catonsville; cancelled on account of rain. May 4th— Mt. Washington, at Mt. Washington; score 4-12. May 5th— Country School, at Country School; score 6-1. May lith— Polytechnic, at Oriole Park; score 9-12. May 13th — Mt. St. Mary’s, at Emmitsburg; cancelled by Mt. St. M. May 17th — Johns Hopkins, at Oriole Park; cancelled by Hopkins. May 20th — Rock Hill, at Ellicott City; score 0-7. May 24th— Towscn, at Towscn; score 7-10. May. 27th— Mt. St. Joseph’s, at Oriole Park; cancelled on account of rain. May 31st (A. M.) — City College, at Oriole Park. June 9th— Alumni, at Tolchester. Edward K. Hanlon, ’09. The High School Baseball Team was, unfortunately, late in its formation. This accounts for the fact that, at the present writing, it has played but three of the games scheduled for the season. At the election of officers for the team, William I. Walsh was chosen Captain; Jerome Joyce, Manager. The first game played was with City College Freshman, and 154 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL resulted in a victory for that team by the score, 13 to 12. Owing to lack of practice, the two teams played rather ragged ball, though at times in the course of the game they gave evi- dence of some creditable team work. In the second game, that with Marston, the High School v as somewhat more successful, winning by the score, 9 to 8. But until the final inning it was hard to tell which side was going to capture the honor of victory, Loyola rallied and it v as her’s. With the same score, 9 to 8, the High School won her third game, that with Towson High School. This contest was the most exciting of the three, and ended with a grandstand dou- ble-play in the last inning, retiring the Towsons with three men on bases. It is hoped that the team will be as successful in the re- maining games of the season as it was in the last game played. The schedule of remaining games is as follows : June 1 — Whiteford A. C., at Loyola Grounds June 4 — City College Freshmen, at Loyola Grounds. June 8 — Marston, at Mt. Washington. June 11 — Mutual A. C., at Loyola Grounds. June 14— -Catonsville Country Club 2nd team, at Catonsville. T. A. Keelan, H. S., 09. JlnDoor SlpeetjS. This winter the good old custom of holding Indoor Meets was revived. These meets took place on the second Friday of each month and were open to all students. Loyola has never shone very much at Track Athletics. So these sports were introduced in order to develop whatever raw material happened to be in the College. The results p p hd w . r+ I f s 5 ' ?’ • fS 3 =! 1! 2 o 2 ffi o w o Ng w w 03 to w tjd r t- H w o He • I W n rt CL ST 3 H o 3 n w ' r (U THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 155 were good. For the records made by the young athletes com- pare favorably with the work done in other schools where track and field athletics have been carefully fostered. In the second meet one of the students broke the Southern record for the shot-put. He raised the mark of 44 ' 2 , held by O’ Gorman, of Georgetown, to the very creditable distance of 46 ' S . The records are : 20 Yards Dash — 2 4-5 seconds — L. A. Randall. 440 Yards Dash — 59 seconds — Walter Ganster, Jr. Standing Broad Jump — 9 feet 11 inches — Lawrence Jeff. Running High Jump — 5 feet 4 inches — L. A. Randall. Push Up (Parallel Bars) — 28 times — Walter Ganster, Jr. Pull Up (Horizontal Bars) — 27 times — J. T. Abell. Pull Up (Horizontal Bars) — 27 times — J. F. Abell. Shot Put — 46 feet 8 inches — Walter Ganster, Jr. Walter Ganster, Jr., H. S., ’09. The engravings in this book, including that of the cover, were, with one or two exceptions, designed and drawn by Cyril A. Keller, of the class of 1910.