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

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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.

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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.

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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.