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

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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

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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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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