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

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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.

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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.

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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