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Show Hide text for 1911 volume ( OCR) Text from Pages 1 - 194 of the 1911 volume: “ ' The Loyola Colle Annual FATHERS °i reference = brak PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF LOYOLA COLLEGE BALTIMORE. MD. ' 4 B4423 JUN 2 6 II 8 THE REVEREND FRANCIS XAVIER BRADY, S. J., Twelfth President of Loyola College. Sfti. Jfattjpr Jfranria Xaufer 3. In the death of Father Francis Xavier Brady, S. J., Presi- dent of Loyola College, the Archdiocese of Baltimore has lost one of its most successful and exemplary priests. Loyal to the best interests of this community, his chief title to recog- nition v as in the quality of a devoted pastor of souls. The essential characteristic of the true priest is unselfish- ness. “Every high priest taken from among men, is ordained for men in the things that appertain to God, that he may offer up gifts and sacrifices for sins.” Hebrews, 5, 1. The very first sacrifice which he is called upon to make is the oblation of self upon the altar of duty. In the exercise of that Infinite Wisdom, which “reacheth from end to end mightily and ordereth all things secretly” — God graciously bestowed upon Father Brady the qualities and provided him with the experi- ences which issued in the roundness and symmetry and per- fection of the sacramental character. From his pious parents he inherited unusual talents and an instinctive love of the true and the beautiful. This rich dowry of nature was elevated and refined by the touch of supernatural grace. At an early age, God claimed him for His own, and henceforth his activi- ties were to move in the sphere of those things which never pass away. Under the gentle tutelage of the two saintly Jesuit Fathers, Enders and De Neckere, he grew in virtue as he advanced in years. Their words and example induced him, when only 2 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL sixteen years old, to consecrate his life to the service of the altar in the Society of Jesus. Generously supplied with secular and ecclesiastical learning, he came to this city in the year 1893. The interval between that date and the hour of his death was a record of splendid achievement for the glory of God and the exaltation of His Holy Church. Of attractive personality and engaging manners, he sup- plemented these gifts of heaven by tireless energy in the cause of religion. He was kind to the poor, sympathetic to- wards the weak and erring, and considerate of the rights of others. Indeed, he, like the Apostle St. Paul, “became all things to all men, that he might save all.” As a consequence, he enjoyed the respect of his brethren in the priesthood and the aiTection of a grateful people. The vast concourse of clergy and laity which honored his funeral obsequies is con- vincing proof of the truth of this statement. His earthly career is over. Still, the memory of his life and deeds will remain as an enduring monument to his vir- tues as a priest and a man, and an inspiration to all those who cherish the ambition to realize the glorious realities of the world to come. May the great High Priest, whom he served so faithfully, receive this gentle soul! May Ke grant him light, refresh- ment and everlasting peace! May He clothe him at the last day with the stole of that priestly authority which he wore so humbly and exercised so remarkably during the days of his earthly pilgrimage! Rev. William A. Fletcher, D. D., Baltimore, May 9, 1911. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Pmat anb Oh! whitened lips and pulseless hands Of God’s anointed priest, Can ye the flesh of Christ command No more, or has increased With ye, now dead, the power divine To draw His Sacred Blood Not mantled ’neath the veil of wine But red, in His Heart’s flood? And priestly heart, grown still and cold, Great heart of priest and man. Where rest the griefs and joys we told Since over us began Thy rule of peace and gentle sway. The loving shepherd’s part? Hast thou the burden cast away Upon Christ’s Sacred Heart? But from the haven of thy rest. Remembering, look below. Where, o’er the path thy feet have pressed We, with our burden go. When steps are failing and courage gone Be yet our Priest and Friend Until with Thee before God’s throne We find our journey’s end. 4 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL iFatIjer Ira n aa (HalhQt l uBxhmt Reverend Francis Xavier Brady, twelfth president of Loyola College, died suddenly on Sunday, March 12th, 1911, on the feast-day of his patron saint, and in circumstances somewhat like those that surrounded the death of the zealous Xavier. Father Brady had just finished giving the famous Novena of Grace, to which he had for seventeen years devoted the energies of mind and body. And the fatal attack that ended his life is now acknowledged to have been brought on by the unusual heavy labor of the last novena. In life, as in death, he gave himself for his flock. When pastor of St. Ignatius’ Church, no time or distance deterred this zealous priest from the work of caring for the sick of his con- gregation. And the constant call for him in the church and residence by the rest of his people never found him absent or inattentive. The same spirit of self-sacrifice made beautiful his office of president of the college. No boy was too small for his inter- est. No college entertainment or display went on without his inspiring presence. He found Loyola College awakening with a new spirit of life, and by his own personal effort and con- stant attention, he developed that spirit into full growth. And under his masterful guidance, Loyola reached the zenith of her career thus far, both in numbers and activity. And what the loss of so great a man meant to the teachers and students alike, was shown in the sorrow and silence that fell over Loyola’s corridors on the morning after his death. He made Loyola College what it is and of his students, from the boy in preparatory to the college senior, not one, we daresay. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 5 will ever grow entirely forgetful of the kind word and priestly bearing that everywhere characterized our late beloved presi- dent. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. OIuio One road that leadeth up to God Is steep, indeed and narrow, With thorn-trees growing by the side, Whose fairest buds are sorrow. Too weak, my soul, to tread that path — My heart, too gross with leaven. When he, the Shepherd, taught my feet Another way to heaven. The gentle way of charity. Where hearts ne’er feel the wounding Of blackening lips or vengeful words. For there is love abounding. “Forgive, as ’tis forgiven you,” Behold his simple teaching. Yet hath it shown me that my goal Is not beyond the reaching. Jos. M. Scanlan, ’14. 6 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Irabg mh f nmtg Mm. On June 12, 1908, the Rev. Francis Xavier Brady, S. J., was installed as president of Loyola College. To the Baltimore community, in which he was so well known, not only as a priest and a profound scholar, but as an administrator of marked executive ability and a man of the most attractive personality, the appointment was a source of gratification. From the date of his appointment to succeed the late Rev. W. G. Read Mullan, S. J., as president of Loyola, Father Brady did not begin to build up Loyola College. From that date only he began with renewed vigor and vim to put into more successful execution his continued efforts of years — as pastor of St. Ignatius’ Church — to put new life into our Alma Mater, and his efforts have raised a substantial monument to him, though he will need no material monument to preserve the memory of his personality and good deeds. His death Sunday night, March 12, came as a shock to the city and state at large, but especially brought sorrow to hundreds of students who have been trained under his direc- tion. Father Brady’s influence as a priest and devoted church- man is already told, and in a few words I will try to write of that beloved man, who has gone to his eternal reward, as the President of Loyola College. When he was installed as president of Loyola the class of 1908, of which I a member, was on the last lap of its college course. In the few days, we were under his guiding hand, we learned that his labors in behalf of the student body as a whole we re unsparing and those labors ought and surely will remain with us forever as an incentive to higher and THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 nobler things. After leaving the walls of Loyola as a student, one of the most delightful memories of my college days was the recollection of Father Brady. Every one — the members of the class of 1908, 1909, 1910 and present students and those who have since left Loyola without completing their course — recall how fond Father Brady was of the students ; he had naturally that liking for boys which is proper to some minds. Gently and adroitly, and without seeming to lecture, he often conveyed to the minds of his charges, especially in private conversations, the insinuating peril of conviviality and the wisdom of avoiding indulgence altogether. He also conveyed to the minds of the young men the necessity of living up to the ideals instilled into them by their Alma Mater. Kis personal manner was most charming, and among those who came to him for counsel in their troubles and perplexities were not only the young men and boys of Loyola College, but those who were engaged in work in offices, factories and in other pursuits. Some of the young men of our Alma Mater who went to him for counsel, talked to him long, consuming his time, but he had an unfailing patience and tact, and few went away unconsoled or hopeless. He was in every sense of the word a com.rade for the young m.en, and talks with him in his room over his cigar were always a cosy and delightful privilege. Of all the anecdotes and traits of character observed in Father Brady during the time that I knew him as a college president the leading element was self-sacrifice. This v as illustrated so often and in such a multitude of ways that spe- cific instances need not be brought to mind. His entire ad- ministration as head of Loyola was one period of self-sacrifice and during his entire incumbency he worked with a vim and spirits to give the college new life which has not characterized 8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the head of, I might say, any institution in the State of Mary- land. He entered on his duties in 1908 with the same zeal and foresight as he had the work of St. Ignatius’ Church. In 1909, the year following his installation as president, the number of students had greatly increased and it was doubled in 1910. During the last year there were over 300 students enrolled, the largest number in the history of Loyola. When Father Brady took up the direction of the College the Alumni Association had practically been disorganized and disrupted. In 1909 he sent out notices that there would be a general reunion, with the result that several hundred men who had not been inside of the College walls for years re- sponded. They were welcomed by Father Brady in his true, fatherly way and if there was a man present that evening who did not feel perfectly at home it was not the fault of good Father Brady, who endeavored to bring every one — from the oldest to the youngest man present — under the influence of his kindty words, and within the radiance of his smile. In 1910 another banquet was held, on which occasion Father Brady told of the great things planned for Loyola and with the co-operation of all the “old boys” he said those plans would be brought to a successful completion. He also spoke on true college spirit, the necessity of a college education in these days and urged the men of Loyola to take an active interest in everything that pertained to the welfare of the Church, State, City and Nation. On February 21, of this year, another banquet was held and Father Brady informed the diners that he wanted them to be “boys” for the evening and forget the cares of business in honoring their Alma Mater. Father Brady was revered by the students and former stu- dents of Loyola, and many, no doubt, can never be brought to THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 9 realize the great loss to the College and the Church in Balti- more in his demise. He was first in everything that pertained to the college life of the boys and told them on many occasions that nothing pleased him more than to see that Loyola had won an athletic victory or that some “old Loyola boys” had received some mark of distinction in the world. I recall that on the Thursday before his death in the course of quite a protracted conversation with Father Brady when we were talking about the recent promotion to a high position of a Loyola graduate he remarked: “It certainly makes me feel good to hear that our boys are being recognized. They get a capital education here, and there is no reason why they should not go in for more big things than they do.” Apropos of this conversation I might add that “capital” was a favorite word with Father Brady and I recall numerous conversations with him in his room, in his study, college cor- ridors and on the street in which he used the word — “capital.” At the close of this conversation on the last Thursday even- ing of his life. Father Brady, in his true paternal manner, laid his right hand on my shoulder and said: “Frank, my boy, I havn’t seen you around here for some weeks. Now, why don’t you come around oftener. We are always glad to see you. The latch key is where you can get it. whenever you wish.” The delightful memories of Father Brady covering the period from his installation as president of Loyola until the very day of his tragic death — I was talking to him about 5 o’clock the very afternoon of the day on which he died — crowd upon me now, but I cannot allow myself to dwell on them. They are garnered in my heart, there to be tenderly treasured by the side of other similar sacred recollections. L. Frank O’Brien. 10 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Hana MbtHb. O all ye frightened folk , Whether ye wear a crown or bear a yoke, Laid in one equal bed, When once your coverlet of grass is spread. What daybreak need you fear? The Love will rule you there that guides you here. Where life, the sower, stands. Scattering the ages from his swinging hands, Thou waitest. Reaper lone. Until the multitudinous grain hath grown. Scythebearer, when thy blade Harvests my flesh, let me be unafraid. God’s husbandman thou art, In His unwithering sheaves I bind my heart. Frederic Lawrence Knowles. O VOS qui trepidi terrae percurritis orbem, Sive jugo juncti, praecincti sive coronis, Omnes strato uno demum aequalique jacentes. Cum semel tellus viridi se gramine vestit, Lucifer ecquis erit vobis et causa timendiP ' Qui hie VOS ducit Amor vos idem diriget illic. Stet ubicunque Sator qui vitae semina spargit, Sicut in aeterno dispergit saecula cursu. Solus ibi exspectans sistis tu, Messor amice. Donee laetissimis flavescat campus aristis. Quum mihi languenti lamnam supponis acutam, Excute corde metus, O Fulcifer! hinc timor absit. Villicus arvorum tu, queis Deus imperat Ipse, O mihi cor totum pingui necte maniplo. Alumnus. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 11 A ®ribut Jrnm Sr IKmgIft All who are acquainted with Dr. Knight’s generous con- tributions to Loyola College will yield him the privilege of paying a tribute to Rev. Father Brady. Indeed it was the personal magnetism of our departed President, more than any other single cause, that won the interest of Dr. Knight for Loyola, and his benefactions are frequently recorded during Father Brady’s brief term. So that the relation which sprung up between them would seem to point to Dr. Knight, for the non-Catholic tribute to Father Brady’s influence for good. FATHER BRADY. My first meeting v ith Father Brady, some few years ago, made a lasting impression on my mind; to be in his presence and converse with him, even for a very short time, was enough to convince one that he was “a man without guilt,” a man to be trusted, and “a man among men.” Ke knew that I was a non-Catholic, and yet he v as as sincere and cordial with me, as if I had been one of the most faithful of his flock. On one occasion, I invited my friend, f R. L. Giering, to attend one of the alumni banquets at Loyola ; he was much impressed with the magnetic personality of the distinguished President — Father Brady. After hearing of the sudden death of Father Brady, he v rote me: — ‘T was very sorry indeed to hear of Father Brady’s death. Fie was a real man and a thorough gentle- man, although my religious views differed from his, I had the highest respect for him.” 12 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL My last interview with Father Brady was but a few days before his death. I told him that I visited him rarely, because I knew he was a very busy man, and that I did not intend to bother him. Turning to me with a smile, and with the kindest look in his expressive eyes, he answered: — ‘T don’t like that word bother — besides I am not so very busy — only with a lot of little things” — and this from a man carrying the heavy responsibilities and cares, that I knew very well he did. Father Brady was respected and beloved by all who had the good fortune to know him — by the Catholics and by the non- Catholics— by the rich and the poor — all looked up to him with esteem, love, and respect as an able and trustworthy leader of men. By the death of so great and so useful a man, this com- munity and the State at large, have suffered an almost irrepar- able loss. Louis M. Knight. . .i 7. A ' v- ■„• i ' y- ' ■- y r ' ■ ' THE REVEREND WILLIAM J. ENNIS, S. J President of Loyola College. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 13 (§nr Nm On May 16th, the Reverend William J. Ennis, S. J., was appointed successor to Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J., as president of Loyola College. As this appointment had been predicted and hoped for, the news was less surprising than welcome. Father Ennis but very recently had preached a mission in St. Ignatius’ Church and was in sympathetic touch with the affairs of our College. Moreover, he had spent one year as Professor of Rhetoric at Loyola, within the knowledge of some of our pres- ent students. It is no stranger, then, that comes to us. The bond between the students and their new President was made lasting when on May 19th, the classes tendered him their welcome. College, High School and Preparatory depart- ments each expressed their pleasure over his appointment. And the glowing words of acknowledgment they heard from his lips assured them that they had received a President, who would be to them not only an official, but a father as well. It is our wish that this spirit of affection between the head and the students not only increase, but show the effects of its growth in increased numbers and the lasting prosperity of Loyola College while under the guidance of Rev. Fr. Ennis. 14 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL HE ' press at the present day is all powerful. Its influence reaches everywhere; but while the Protestant denomina- tions are belching forth thousands upon thousands of papers every year the Catholics have only about ten representative papers. It is true that they are excellent papers, excellent as regards style, news and interest, but their subscription list is very small, the writers poorly paid, and the influence of the papers extremely slight, and merely because of the indifference of Catholics towards their religion. Every Catholic should read a Catholic newspaper. Together with the standard non- religious papers it should have an honored place in every home and should be thoroughly read by every member of the family. Why should not the press, which has done so much against the Church, be used to accomplish great things for it? The faith and workings of the Catholic Church differ entirely from those of the various Protestant sects and of the world about us. To understand them requires much time and special study. Modern newspapers, the majority of whose editors are non-Catholics, do not give either the time or the study, the subject requires. The result is that Catholic news at best is written by a non-Catholic, more often it is written by a bigot who considers anything true that is against the Church, irrespective of the evidence advanced to ' prove it; and that everything in favor of Catholicism must be absolutely false. The modern papers are not eager to publish anything fav- orable to the Catholics. They are controlled by Protestants, wealthy Masons high in office advertise in them, nothing can be printed which would conflict with the ends and aims of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 15 Protestantism and Masonry. An excellent example of this can be found in the recent troubles in Portugal. When the Jews were massacred at Kitchenef, the American press im- mediately protested, denounced the outrage in the most bitter terms, threw open its columns to the tragic stories of the refugees and even advised government interference. But when Catholic priests and monks were driven from their monasteries, beaten and thrown into prisons, when Catholic nuns were turned from their convents and herded like cattle in foul jails and prisons, or forced, penniless to leave the country, the press of America was silent; distorted accounts of events v ere all that was printed. Even when no calumnies are reported, insinuations, arrange- ment or marshalling of facts often cast a slur upon the Cath- olic Church. This was clearly seen in the Roosevelt- Vatican incident. The press was full of the insult offered to America’s foremost citizen and forgot the right of any man, especially the prince of the Catholics, to impose conditions upon those who request an audience. No mention was made of the means of the Methodist propaganda. The benefit to be had from a Catholic newspaper are mani- fold. It puts the Catholic hemispheres in touch and sympathy with each other. During the last twenty years, great changes, vitally affecting the church, have taken place in France, Italy, Spain and P ortugal. The Catholics of America desire an ac- count of this and for the sake of truth and justice the condi- tions in foreign countries should be fairly stated. This most newspapers never do. Cable despatches are manufactured, the truth distorted and every suspicion of rabid anti-Catholics given to the public as undesirable fact. During the trouble in Portugal it was admitted, even by the Protestant press that all the despatches passed through the republican authorities, and yet they were published as a fair and unbiased account of 16 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the causes of the revolution. The Catholic newspaper, on the other hand, gives a true and accurate account of the state of affairs in Europe, confines itself to facts and has always a sane and conservative policy. Among uneducated Catholics at the present day there is a spirit or feeling of shame with regard to the Church. The Protestant press has proclaimed, in so many ways and with such persistency, the opposition of the Catholic Church and modern science, that Catholics have begun to believe it. They dread the subjects of Queen Mary, The Inquisition, Indulg- ences and other questions of dispute. Knowing no defense for them they believe everything the Protestants say about them. A Catholic newspaper would remove these slanders; it would give the Catholic a true history of his church, and allow him to speak intelligently and with superiority, with any Protestant upon any religious subject; it would show, by the deeds of the church, her greatness, her sanctity and most especially her harmony and agreement with true science. There are in the United States over 12,000,000 Catholics. In New York alone there are 2,000,000. And yet there is not one Catholic daily newspaper. The weeklies are very excellent papers and are doing wonderful work. But they are not equal to the work demanded from them. The damage done by slan- ders and false despatches cannot be repaired by the Catholic weeklies which have but a very limited subscription and do not reach the masses of the people. It has been proposed there- fore to publish a daily newspaper, at one cent a copy and pub- lishing all the readable news of any daily newspaper. This paper would not be a prayer book, an idea too often associated with Catholic reading, nor would it be filled with an account of the lives of the saints and martyrs of A. D. 200. It would be a newspaper in the true sense of the word. It would contain not merely Catholic nev s, but all the real nev s of the LOYOLA LITERARY SOCIETY THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 17 daily press without the scandalous doings of every day life, the misrepresentations of cable despatches, giving false, dis- torted or manufactured news of questions of religion, morals, education, the Catholic Chuch, etc. It would publish general news, cable news, financial, political, social news, the same as in other papers. The grindings of the divorce court, all the minute details of the latest scandal, murder or catastrophe v ould be omitted. The result would be an ideal safe home paper ; a paper of which Catholics could well be proud. All this and more is possible if Catholics will only co-op- erate. The evil effects of the ordinary press are manifold; most of them are anti-Catholic, a few, though not harmful, weaken the faith, none of them benefit it. The advantages and benefits to be derived from Catholic newspapers are evident. It only remains for Catholics themselves to support their press, to subscribe to the Catholic magazines and existing newspapers and to do all in their power to increase their num- ber and influence. Charles J. Neuner, ’ll. ‘T am hard pressed for cash Pa, please send me an order.” Came the answer “ — ” “You are hard pressed for cash? Come home and whitewash For the new summer boarder : If you’re hard pressed for cash How’s that for an order? 18 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ©iiF Mun ®iti| (§nt T T was in the station at Ogden on a Saturday night, that I first saw him. He was oiling the wheels and machin- of bis charge, whDe number 2001 steamed sullenly and cast a greenish glare on the rails ahead. In admiring the massive proportions of the big passenger locomotive, I thought how small and puny he looked by its side. No. 2001 as if to express its contempt for the creature at its wheels gave a louder hiss than usual, and I was astonished to see the man recoil a few inches. For an engineer v hose nerves are expected to be of iron amid the horrors of a head-on collision, such a motion was indeed unusual. Fie saw my surprise, and turning to me said apologetically: “You don’t know this engine, sir, she’s a bad one.” I was half inclined to laugh, but the engineer relieved my embarrassment by climbing dnto the cab and putting in motion the huge driving-wheels of No. 2001. Although I had been amused by the grave words of the man, I began fancying, as the long train of Pullmans rolled out of the station, that the machine at their head really had a malignant appearnce. When the green lights of the rear car were gone in the distance, I turned away with the thought that the brains of all railroad men from the very nature of their calling must be haunted v ith strange images. A few weeks later I was travelling on the same road, since my business of a drummer kept me in that territory, when the train stopped in the open country because of a freight v reck on the track, and not being ready to sleep yet, I went to the head of the train where I found 2001 looming up in the darkness with the same man by the cab. I had not THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 19 expected him to recognize me, but he came forward to speak at once and seemed anxious to explain his slight tremor at Odgen. “You were surprised,” he said, “to see me jump away from the engine. I would have been mightly surprised myself, if anyone had told me three months ago I would ever do such a thing. But that was before I started running 2001.” Ke paused and looked at me pitifully. “You seemed somewhat nervous,” I said. “Tm a nervous wreck,” he replied; “and I’m getting worse every day. I’ve seen a doctor, but he only told me there was something preying on my mdnd and there is. It’s right here” —and he pointed to the big steel monster beside him. “Is 2001 an outlaw engine?” I asked: “has it killed many people?” “It has never killed a man,” he replied solemnJ} " . “It’s a new engine and I was the first man to take it cut. I have never had an accident with it, but the very first day I climbed in the cab I had an idea there v as something wron c That idea has been getting stronger ever since, and 3. " ou see what I am now — my work is one long niglitmiare. I have seen human devils, but it seems to me that engine is more devil- ish than any person I ever knew.” “Do you mean that you expect the locomotive to drag the train into a terrible smashup?” “No,” he said, “No. 2001 is not fated to kill a trainload. Let me tell you, sir, that engine has intelligence”— here he lowered his voice and spoke slowly to impress me with his words — “and it wants to mangle me alone!” Then he turned away in a tremble and to hide his emotion climbed back in the cab, although I could see it took an affort for him to mount the steps of 2001. As I stopped to wonder at this monomania, this strange self-delusion, and reflected 20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL that it was not safe to entrust the lives of all the people on the limited to such a man as this, I glanced at 2001 for a moment. It stood there so massively black against the black sky, the light of its firebox gleamed so luridly on the dark- ness, its complicated machinery only suggested by flashes of steel here and there, conveyed such an idea of grinding and crushing, that I actually felt an oppressive sense of the power of the huge machine, a dread of the malice that the engineer supposed to be lurking in that great mass of metal. I could see that the man’s imagination was wearing away his reason, but though I knew his fear was a form of insanity, I could at that moment, sympathize with the mental suffering which he endured. When I returned to the sleeper I began talking with the conductor who seemed an old veteran of the rails. He told me that Bob Williams had been losing his ability as an engineer ever since he took charge of 2001, and that he seemed pos- sessed with the idea the engine wanted to kill him. “Bob used to be the best engineer on the road, but he’s gone craz}?- over 2001, and what with the fear he has that his engine will some day crush the life out of him, I never feel safe while riding behind him.” I saw Bob Williams once more. I was hurrying from the train at Ogden after a long dusty day of travel, when I saw him on his way to make his nightly run. He did not see me nor any of the people through whom he was treading his way. I never beheld a more wretched creature than the engineer of 2001 that night. He was bowed down like an old man of ninety, his head hung upon his breast, his face was cadaver- ous and of a pale blue tinge, while every vein stood out in the thin lifeless hands that dangled from the sleeves of his blue jacket. The bells clanging on the locomotives in the station caused him to start and stare at the tracks with wild fearful THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 eyes. He disappeared from view in a moment, but that face haunted me and I had serious doubts of the safety of the limited that night. The next day, however, I was relieved to find no account of an accident in the papers. The morning after that, I was again in the depot to leave Ogden on a way train. Walking to the end of the station, I saw a little group of men carrying a stretcher on which v as something covered with a blanket. Among them I recognized the conductor of the limited, and immediately went up to him. “It’s Bob Williams,” he said. “He stuck to his post like a man, but this morning he couldn’t stand it any longer. He left his cab for good to give up his job of engineer. The fire- man started to run 2001 into the roundhouse. Bob was v alk- ing up the track instead of away from it, and the fireman didn’t see him in the shadow of the signal-tower until too late. That’s all there is to tell.” Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. ulrtolrt. Much is said to depend On an athlete’s condition — Just how much he shall spend. May be said to depend. And as for an end To his long repetition. Much is said to depend On an athlete’s condition. 22 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Suggml, mh pnrtrg. O many minds the word “poetry” conveys an uncertain, indefinite meaning, and seems to cover every species of rhythm that the intellect of man has ever evolved. Many peo- ple like to read the limericks and squibs of the daily papers and the magazines; some delight in dashing poems of daring adventure; other heartsick maidens “love” the sentimental lyrics; v hile certain persons get the pamphlets of “poems” issued by the many budding authors around town — such as Prof. Geddes, for instance — , and devour their contents with pleasure ; but all, no matter what style they prefer, de- clare that they “just dote on poetry,” and they think that their taste for good literature is exceedingly well developed. But their conception of the word “poetry” is too broad. They include under this division writings that should fall under the heading of verse or doggerel; and this notwithstanding the fact that these species of rhyme are entirely distinct from the afore-named one. Doggerel itself may be considered as separated into two classes — the intentional and the unintentional. Hood has writ- ten a number of works which were meant to be doggerel, and the mind of the reader, entering into the spirit of the author, enjoys the “poems” greatly. The following is the last stanza of one of his well-known successor, and illustrates how he often makes use of a play on words, or a comical combination of ideas. It relates the sad end of an old sailor, who, after several years on the sea, returned only to find his sweetheart married to another m an ; and thereupon died of grief. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 23 “His death, which happened in his berth, At forty odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell.” Saxe also has bent his efforts in this direction, as did Edwin Lear in his “Nonsense Songs and the results of their endeav- ors help to enliven many a dull evening for their readers. This species of rhyme likewise serves other purposes, filling up a good portion of the college-papers and magazines of the day, while at the same time it has been used extensively for advertising. The general type that abounds in the college publications runs largely to limericks, much more so than other styles, and is something like this: “There was a young lady of Lynn, Who was so exceedingly thin. That when she essayed To drink lemonade, She slipped through the straw, and fell in.” But some of the best examples of doggerel are found in the comic papers, especially the rhym.es of the famous Jingling Johnson, which appear in the Sunday supplements. They dis- play such an utter lack of sense, of coherence, and, in fact, of everything that they ought to have, that they amuse by their very incongruity. And lastly, as an example of its use as an advertising medium I might cite a four-lined squib, often seen in the streetcars of today, extolling the praises of “Campbell’s Soups:” “The bowl v as large, the boy was small. They said he couldn’t eat it all: But that’s exactly what he did Because he was a Campbell Kid.” 24 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Not much sense or beauty in it, is there? Generally speak- ing, doggerel is merely a jingling combination of words, the more nonsensical the better, that pleases at first by its novelty, but produces no lasting impression : sweet for the moment, but short as it is sweet. Often men write doggerel, and under the impression that it is good poetry, publish it broadcast throughout the land. They are making a great hit, they imagine ; but in reality they are merely making fools of themselves. A good instance of this is the Brotherhood of American Poets, which was llately formed in this city, and of which the afore — mentioned Prof. Geddes is a leading member. The next division, verse, is somewhat more elegant and more refined than doggerel. But there is always something lack- ing to distinguish it from real poetry — some emotion that we instinctively feej it ought to have. Many of Pope ' s works are such, beautiful in language and style, but at the same time cold and lifeless, simply because they lack the moving emotion. Often in the newspapers we run across such rhymes, excellent in form, but without any deep thought, or vice versa. The fol- lowing is one of the Bentztown Bard ' s, which appeared in the Baltimore Sun: “There may be beauty beyond us. There may be gladness and smile — But rather the joy of the present Than the dreams of the afterwhile. And he is the happiest mortal Who feels that his Paradise Is here and now in the beauty That over and round him lies.” The sentiment is that of the true poet, but the rhythm and metre are somewhat lacking. And this is precisely the differ- THE LOYOLA ANNUM 25 ence between the two, verse and poetry, that the former never combines all the good points of the other. But poetry has all the excellent qualities of verse with none of its defects. It combines four great factors, fact, fancy, feeling and form, and out of this harmonious blending bring forth the magnificent works that have swayed the world for centuries, and will undoubtedly continue to do so till the end of time. In this category can be placed the lyrics and other poems of the great Lord Tennyson, those of Keats, of Shelley, Byron, Mrs. Browning and others of that school. Their works cannot fail to impress, and their influence has ever been ex- erted to lead men on to nobler and higher things. Even among the later authors are many poems of exceptional worth, such as those of Francis Thompson or Coventry Patmore: and in his own peculiar style, the late Father Tabb has written some of the most strikingly beautiful poems that the pen of man has ever put to paper. Here are several of his shorter works, of which he has written a very great amount : COMPENSATION. “How many an acorn falls to die For one that makes a tree! How many a heart must pass me by For one that cleaves to me ! How many a suppliant wave of sound Must still unheeded roll For one low utterance that found An echo in my soul.” But his specialty is the quatrain, for which he is deservedly famous. 26 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL PREJUDICE. “A leaf may hide the largest star From Love’s uplifted eye; A moat of prejudice outbar A world of Charity.” Like the writing of the earlier poets, these works will sur- vive throughout the ages. They will be read and appreciated as long as men exist, and wherever education is held in esteem there will these poems remain as monuments of praise to the authors. Doggerel may cause a transient pleasure, but it flees on the wings of time; some verse, too, may exist for awhile, sustained by the elegance and beauty of its style; but poetry alone will withstand the ravages of time and the rust of ages. And why? Because it is firmly built, and rests upon a solid foundation. It is not a lot of rhythmic nonsense ; far from it. Sense pervades it throughout, and a sound basis of fact. It is true to life; it portrays humanity and the world as they really are. And thus it is that while man’s nature remains as it is, these poems will ever appeal to him, and influence his better self. Furthermore this closeness to life is greatly accen- tuated by the emotion of the writer as he describes and paints for us, often in fanciful and figurative language, the subject of v hich he is treating. He makes use, it is true, of rhyme and metre in his work as being the best mode of expressing and adorning his exalted ideas; but below this beautiful garment of rhythm v e may still see the plain, bare truth of his state- ments. The poets merely strive to present their thoughts in the most attractive and pleasing form; and how well the masters have succeeded is testified by history. They have adeptly woven into a harmonious whole these four essentials of true poety— -fact, fanc) , feeling and form — and the result is a mighty array of strength and beauty that the impressionable race of Man cannot but appreciate. . , August J. Bourbon, ’14. T HE LOYOLA ANNUAL 27 Ain ' t Hn BmU (Elans ' T T was a brilliant moonlight night, but extremely cold ; the snow lay thick upon the frozen ground ; the fakirs called their wares at the street corners; merry, laughing holiday shoppers hurried along intent upon their final purchases of presents for the morrow; all was joy and excitement, everyone lived a new life tonight — it was Christmas Eve. In and out through the jostling, joking, jolly crowd wan- dered a thinly-clad, golden-haired little girl, now watching the fakirs with their mechanical displays, now standing with face tightly pressed against the frosty, sparkling windows, gasping in awe at the terrible copper-faced Indian with scalp locks at his side, the next moment dancing and clapping her hands in delight at a large doll prominently displayed amongst an orderly confusion of toys. Finally, she comes to a window, larger in dimensions, larger in its varied displays of toys than she had visited ; and in the centre of that window stood a live Santa Claus, with twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks, a long v hite beard and a big round belly that shook when he laughed, a pack upon his back— there he stood, smiling and nodding to the little ones and writing their names on a long slip of paper. The little one paused for a moment, glanced wistfully at Santa, then passed on, saying in her childish way: “There ain’t no Santa Claus.” “How do you know’ there is no Santa, little one?” The child turned at the sound of the voice close to her, and saw a tall man with kindly grey eyes smiling dovm upon her, as if inviting her for a reason. “Mama told me so last year,” she said in childish confidence. “Papa and mama always used to trim the tree and fix the gar- 28 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL den for Santa, but last year papa came home drunk and when I asked him if he got the tree, he said he didn’t have no money for such foolishness, that he didn’t care for Santa Claus, and went away and has never come back. Then mama couldn’t do nothin’, and when papa had gone out she sat me on her knee, looked at me awful hard and said, “Darling, there ain’t no Santa Claus,” and she began to cry. And if mama says so I know there ain’t. But when I see him in the window taking my name on that big piece of paper I wish that mama was wrong and that she could see him. Mama’s busy and has to work late, and she don’t get time to see him.” “Where do you live, my child?” asked the stranger. “O, we live at Mrs. Devore’s now, third floor back, and if Santa up there in the window knows where I live, I know he will come and tell mama there is still a Santa Claus.” Her attentive listener hurried h ' i:r home, and told her to believe in Santa just for tonight and the jolly good fellow would not forget her. Soon the mother arrived home, and the little one, with a shriek of delight, ran to her arms crying out: .“O, mama, I saw Santa Claus tonight, and a mar told me if I would believe him dear old Santa would surely r i member me.” Dismay was pictured on the mother’s face; she had just paid her month’s rent and had only enough for the morrow’s dinner ; she knew not how to satisfy that innocent faith. The child was sent to bed and was soon dreaming dreams of untold happiness of what Santa would bring. The poor, dis- tracted mother after tossing about for sometime, fell into a restless sleep with troubled dreams. When she awoke the room was flooded writh the light of day. By her side lay her child in peaceful slumber, a beautiful doll tightly clasped to her bosom. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 29 The child suddenly opened her eyes and, seeing her mother awake, cried out: “O, mama, Santa Claus is here, for I crept down stairs when I heard him come in and caught him fixing the tree, and he gave me a big hug and kiss and told me to go to bed, and that he would wait for me when I came down in the morning. Come on down, mama, and see him.” Both hurried down the stairs, and there stood the same jolly, good Santa, ready to go. ‘T am going now,” said Santa, “and after I have gone I will send you a big surprise.” Scarcely had the rattling in the chimney ceased at Santa’s departure, when the father, a sad, but changed and wiser man, entered. Both were gathered into his big arms on this eventful, happy Christmas morn. Then an almost smothered voice from the father’s breast was heard : “I told you, mama, that there is still a Santa Claus.” Joseph A. Carey, ’13. 30 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 0f iFirtton. HERE is one grave danger lurking in the manifold bless- ings which the modern printing press has conferred upon humanity, namely, the 5 early output of worthless (yea, worse than vorthiess) material which is being poured from the rollers with the rapidity of lightning. The greatest boon which a grateful science could have conferred upon mankind v as given when the first press was invented; but now, it seems that this blessing is to become a curse. Already this great factor in modern civilization is becoming corrupt, and if the present standard of publishing continues the press will certainly be the cause of its own undoing. This is not the raving of a pessimist ; far from it. It is but a public note of warning, a cr ;- from the wilderness, a protest arising from among those sinned against. Of the many thousands upon thousands of books published during the past year, it may be readily surmised that by far the greatest number were works of hction. But the actual state of the case will astound not a few. The number of American works of fiction published amounted to 1,098, for v hich copyrights had to be secured. With the number of juvenile books published during the same period added to this the grand total for the year mounts up to 1,800. It may not be immediately evident to the reader v hat this number of American publications means. In order to better understand the appalling scale upon which fiction is now being published, it is necessary to make a short study of figures. An edition of a book may mean anywhere from one thousand to one hun- dred thousand volumes. Some books exhaust an edition in one year, while others run through several editions in the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 31 space of a few months. Of the latter class a work of fiction was published in January of this year in New York, and within two months, or before the first day of March, it was reported to have exhausted six editions. Another volume of fiction, which was published about a year and a half ago, is now being widely advertised as having passed the two hundred and fifty thousand mark. V ith an average edition conserva- tively estimated at 5,000 volumes, the year’s copyrighted fiction published in book form consisted of at least 9,000,000 volumes. Repeated editions of the same books very easily brought this total up to 10,000,000 volumes; or, this fiction was published throughout the year at the incredible rate of two volumes a minute. ¥ ork of such authors as David Graham Phillips, Robert W. Chambers, Anna Katherine Greene, S. M, Mont- gomery, Eleanor Hoyt Brainard, of the ‘ " best-selling” style run through several edition a year; as also do the works of the semi-standard authors, such as Rudyard Kipling, Winston Churchill, Myra Kelly, O. Henry, Mrs. Humphry Ward, etc. The population of the United States is placed roughly at 91.000. 000 souls, one-third of whom are children; and about 12.000. 000 white and colored males and females are hopelessly illiterate. With the Indian and the foreign population added the number will be still further reduced, until the actual read- ing public will be found to consist, at the utmost, of about 20.000. 000 souls. This will give one volume of the year’s fiction to every second person, or at least one volume in every house- hold in the land That this is true may be proved by the reader by simple observations. On your next visit to a friend notice how miany volumes of up-to-date fiction are to be seen, and, incidentlly, how many families have the Bible prominently in view. A small idea of the number of books of fiction published in one year may be had by a simple comparison. If all of these 32 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL books were placed lengthwise, end to end, in a straight line, they would reach from Baltimore to the home city of the Great Commoner, William J. Bryan, at Lincoln, Nebraska. If the line followed the railroad track it would stretch across the country from Nev York City, at the Grand Central Sta- tion, to a point 53.79 miles west of Madison, the capitol of Wisconsin. If the volumes of fiction were placed on top of each other, cover to cover, they would form 1,361 stacks each as high as the Singer Building in New York, or 4,065 stacks, each as high as the Baltimore and Ohio Building in this city. Without taking into consideration the hundreds of periodical magazines devoted entirely or in part to fiction, it can be seen that the flood of fiction is no mean peril to be lightly cast aside. The story told in the majority of the best sellers of to-day is always the same, the same beautiful and highly accom- plished heroine falls in love with the same handsome athletic hero, who is inevitably a millionaire, either actually, virtually, or otherwise, in disguise. The old stories, the kind that were the delight of our grandmothers, where the hero and heroine were beautiful, but modest, where courtsies were given instead of a flirt of a bare shoulder, where the admirer bent over his lady’s hand instead of kissing her in the most sensu- ous manner possible, are no ' more. The “best-seller” of to-day under the false title of “art” undertakes to explain lall the intricacies of love-making, whether pure or otherwise, thus giving the reader innumerable “thrills.” It is the “thriller” that brings in the money to the publisher and money is the standard of success. But in the wake of this “thriller” as it rushes headlong through our land, are to be seen some awful monuments. The young minds are formed to a false ideal of life. Quiet home- life grows distasteful, the sanctity of marriage is almost HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 33 laughed at, libertine love is palliated, perhaps advocated. All of life is made to seem as though senlirnentalit37 and passion were the end of our existence. Religion, cr the service of God, — or the certainty of the four last things, never enter the life portrayed in the “thriller.’’ James A. Clark, ’ll. aJije ilau’s AiStstre. (With most humble apologies to Horace. ) Seek not, my lad, to fathom future days, Kor say what’s going to come ; it never pays. List not to what the big-league dopester says: Mind not his gag. Today the Birds go like a house afire; Tomorrow may find them buried in the mire: And then, to cap it all, they may climb higher, And cop the rag. Fill not your little brain with ponderous dope: Nix! cut it out: don’t worry now; just hope! Another Russell we may find in Pope; You ne’er can tell. While yet we may, let us enjoy this game: Wow! Seymour doubles: Heinie does the same! He’s off for third : they’ve got him : what a shame ! Three gone! Ah, well! August J. Bourbon, ’14. 34 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ram iarialuB in It is a mistaken notion to think that the art of flying Es purely a product of the present age. Almost from the very dav n of history we And accounts of men who ' have in some way or other endeavored to imitate the flight of birds. Myth- ological history tells us that Daedalus and Icarus constructed a pair o:? wings of wax and feathers, with which the latter practiced flight successfully. Indeed, if we are to believe the ancient chronicles, our present records for altitude must stand as naught, for he relates that Daedalus actually flew so near the sun, that the ra 3 s melted the wax from the feathers and thus brought the birdman to an untimely end. The first authentic account, however, we have of an attempt to fly v as on the part of a certain Simon Magus, who accord- ing to history, flew high over the city of Rome. Unfortunately the type of machine used in this flight is not described for the account of the adventure is as brief as was the life of the aviator, who v e are told, was suffered by his evil genius to fall and perish. The fate of this pioneer of the air seemed to have discouraged any further investigation in aerial science for some centuries. It was in the 15th century that we next hear of an attempt to fly. A certain mathematician by the name of Dante is credited wdth having invented an ingenious pair of wings with which he made several successful flights. Like his two pre- decessors, however, his experiments were made at the expense cf life, which he lost by falling upon a church steeple. It is not generally known that the great Leonardo da Vinci was a birdman of no mean ability. Indeed, it would seem that he was the first man to have reduced aeronautical experi- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 35 mentation from haphazard guesswork to a scientific plane. He so thoroughly fathomed the theory of flight that he wrote a treatise on the flights of birds and on the knowledge of the observations thus gained, he built a pair of mechanical wings with which, according to ‘‘Cuperus’ Excellence of Man,’’ he practised flight successfully. Thus I might trace the evolution of the flying machine down to the present day. Without entering however, into a tedious discussion of the long list of doubtful successes and still greater number of failures that have marked this develop- ment, I may mention in passing the first aviation meet held before the Court of James IV, of Scotland; the performance of a Turkish aviator at Constantinople in the 16th Century; the hair-brained scheme of one John Wilkins, of England, v ho in the 17th Century, gave birth to the rather novel idea of c ombining the theory of evolution and aviation with the object, as he said, of evolving a race of birdmen by systematic training. Then comes the exploits of the great Benier of France, and finally the appearance of the first monoplane in France in the 17th Century. Some generations later we learn of Kenton’s project for building an aerial steam carriage, which, however, seems to have gotten no further than the project. How much truth and how much fiction is mixed up :n these accounts, is purely a matter of conjecture. They all go, how- ever, to prove the truth of the old adage that “where there’s a will, there’s a way,” and it finally remained after all those centuries of failure, for Yankee shrewdness and in centive power to discover that way. Perhaps the greatest of all pioneers of the air and the one to v hom the least credit is given, is the late Samuel Pierpont Langley, of the Smithsonian Institute, who has undoubtedly done more than any other man to bring about the develop- ment of the modern aeroplane, since it is to him that must be 36 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL given the credit of having driven the first heavier than air model by its own power. At the time when Professor Langley began his experimental work it was all a scientific man s repu- tation was worth to put himself forth as an advocate of the heavier-than-air flying machine. In the light of many past failures it had come to be looked upon as a subject only for the mind of the dreamer. Men of science had given up all hope of ever solving the problem of aerial navigation. The patent office had classed it along with the perpetual motion machine and other such impossibilities, and yet in the face of all this discouragement Langley risked his scientific reputa- tion by venturing into this maze of failure. Space forbids a detailed description of the long and weary years spent in study and experimentation before he produced the first successful working model, and finally, the completed craft, which, however, brought upon the inventor only the reward of sorrow and ridicule of the public. Indeed, when viewed in the more lenient criticism of later years it is generally conceded that Langley’s machine, which still exists, was the most theoretically perfect one yet built. The whole workmanship of his aeroplane is exquisite. It carried less weight to the square foot than any of today’s models and if entered into a contest with any of them, would doubtless set a world’s record for speed. Its failure to fly was due entirely to the humane insistence of Langley, who would not permit a flight except over water which prevented the proper launching of the machine. As in the case of many a great inventive genius, it was not until years after his death that tardy recognition of Langley’s great work has been accorded him. It is now generally acknowledged that Langley is the true father of the modern aeroplane, since it was he, who opened up and pointed out the way for its development. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 37 It was only an appreciation or an elaboration of these prin- ciples that enabled the Wright brothers to produce thear famous biplane. The story of how these two Dayton mechanics stepped, or rather I should say, flew into fame is too familiar to need repeating; as are likewise the exploits of those later masters of the air, such as Hoxsey, Moissant, Ely, Curtiss, Latham and a host of others whose marvelous deeds in the air are cur- rent history. Perhaps no other invention known to man has exacted the fearful call on human life than has the aeroplane. The whole story of the flying machine is one written in the blood of men who have sacrificed their lives to the advancement of science. The death list of the air is a long one and a grim one. It dates back to the first aviator of Nero’s time and m.ay be traced down in one unbroken line to that latest tragedy which resulted in death of Moissant and Hoxsey. In the face of such an appalling array of disaster, we are forced to pause and ask ourselves the old question, ‘Ts the game worth the candle?” Is the goal sought of sufficient worth to justify the waste of human life that has been and must be made ere this goal is finally reached? Be the answer, yes or no, one thing is patent, the flying machine is ai last a reality. It is not a fad of the day. It is a human achievement that bids fair to rank with the automobile and the steamboat if its development keeps pace with the past few years. Fred H. Linthicum, ’12. 38 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL nf Antatinn ' ' J WENTY thousand eyes followed the daring dips and flights of the birdmen at Halethorpe. Ten thousand minds were thrilled by the death-tempting circles and glides of Hoxsey. Hundreds of thousands gazed in mute wonder at the majestic flight of Latham through the clear sky of that Oc- tober day. They saw a man sailing, turning, rising, falling on the empty air. Hundreds of thousands of voices expressed the universal thought, “How does he do it?” This is the gen- eral experience of man, that our interest finds its satisfaction only in the knowledge of causes, and it is with these causes that the present treatise has to deal. It is our intention to pre- sent not the art, but the scientific reasons of aviation ; not the structure, but the principles of the aeroplane. The soaring of a large bird is a beautiful spectacle. How these birds float about in the air, arising and descending at pleasure without any perceptible wing motion is mysterious, and has led many to believe that some slight quiver on the wing surface must take place. This opinion, however, has been satisfactorily refuted, and it has been found that this soaring is not due to any spontaneous act of the bird, but to the internal work of the wind; and upon this discovery is based the whole science of aviation. The wind is composed of currents, irregular as regards course and velocity, and the internal work v hich is said to support birds and aeroplanes is due to these pulsations of sensible magnitude alv ays existing in the wind. It is to these pulsations, indeed, that the recent accident which culminated in the death of Hoxsey is to be attributed. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 39 “As he started his last glide one of the conflicting currents, warring one thousand seven hundred feet up, caught the right tip of his planes, lifted the machine up and turned it over.” These pulsations are, of course, practically imper- ceptible to us in every-day life, but by the use of the aero- meter they may be clearly distinguished. Utilizing the principles underlying the soaring of birds and principally that of the internal work of the wind, we have been enabled to evolve an artificial bird, which, however, is far from being a perfect imitation of nature. The latter is far too perfect and in some details we must substitute ruder parts. In imitating the bird, man has supplied the propulsory mo- tion of the wings with a propeller, for too closely to imitate nature in such lines v ould be like imitating the horse by an engine with legs instead of wheels or like constructing a boat with fins instead of rudders. - The aeroplane, however, approaches as nearly to nature as is consistent v ith practicability. It consists essentially of a pair of wings, each attached to a steel rod supporting both, and from which depends the body of the machine. It is ele- vated and lowered by a system of horizontal rudders, while its lateral course is regulated by a vertical system. But we do not here intend to discuss the plan of aerial craft; this belongs to the art of aviation. ¥e might, however, note with propriety that efficiency and stability are the tw o requisites in an aeroplane for best effects. By stability is meant both stability of course, so that it does not tend to assume a position at right angles to the direction of the wind, and longitudinal stability so that it does not tend to pitch forv ard or bacliward about a horizontal axis. It was a lack of this stability that caused the recent disaster to Moissands Bleriot monoplane. Immediately in front of the main planes were an engine and a tank, holding thirty-five gallons of gasoline. The machine 40 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL was stopped dead by a sudden puff of wind and the excess of weight in front broke the equilibrium, thus dragging the light rear framework about a horizontal axis and pitching the driver headlong from his seat. Perhaps a clear idea of the theory of the aeroplane might be grasped from a consideration of the plane in the act of starting. The planes are tilted at a slight angle and the verti- cal component of some wind serves to start the elevation. The motion has begun, and buoyed up by air currents the craft continues to rise during each period of pulsation. At the end of these periods there is a slight descent caused by gravity, and it is during this descent the aeroplane advances against the wind. When, however, an engine is used, the machine is not dependent upon such a descent for advance, but upon the force of propulsion, and we may here add that not only is the advance of the aeroplane due to the engine, but that the force of air currents required to support the aeroplane de- creases as the speed of propulsion increases. Such a statement may not seem clear, but the theory is reduced to practice among us in every-day life. The skater may stand upon a por- tion of ice insufficient in itself to support him, but if he skims rajDidly over several such portions, he distributes his weight among them and is thus buoyed up though each portion in itself is unable to support him. So it is with the atmosphere. While the portion of air immediately under the aeroplane would not keep it from sinking several yards in the first sec- ond, if it moves rapidly forward so as to cover several such portions in the same period of time it would sink in propor- tionately less degree. The aeroplane, indeed, may be regarded as a modification of a kite, in which an engine is used instead of a cord to move it quickly. These in brief are the principles of the aeroplane, and may be concisely expressed in the following statements : The wind THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 41 is not, as some might suppose, a body of uniform motion, but it consists of irregular pulsations whose directions vary as the average movement of the wind. From this it is evi- dent that there exists in the wind internal potential work, which is sufficient to raise and sustain an inclined plane or properly curved surface; and finally, we have seen that since such a surface immersed in the air can change its inclination it necessarily gains energy while falling through the slower velocities and expends energy while rising through the higher ones. And from this capacity to rise follows the possibility of an advance against the wind. " We are now entering upon an era of aerial navigation, which has attracted the interest of every nation of the world. Our own country has witnessed the development of arts which at times seemed more wonderful by far than this. She has had her disappointments, her tedious experiments, but her troubles were the means of her achievements. All of these took time, nor can the law of slow degrees be changed in the world of aviation. Its perfection, however, seems near at hand. The physical laws governing its phenomena have been discovered, the principles of their application attained; it remains only for us to perfect the discoveries already made by our prede- cessors. It took Newton a lifetime to evolve a few mathe- matical doctrines, but the average school boy of today can master in a year the theories whose production required a life. And so it is with the science of aero-dynamics. Its principles have been discovered, their appliances invented; it remains only for us to perfect a work, the drudgery of which has been completed. Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12. 42 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL in tlje angara. JT is the day of the aeroplane and the aviator. It is the time when aviation is the subject of world- wide talk. The great machines bearing the names of the Wrights, Cur- tiss, Bleriot and other wonder-inventors are linked with the world’s greatest aviators such as Hoxsey, Ely, Drexel and Latham, and the whole is one great tangle of records, tales of thrilling flights, horrible accidents or narrow escapes. What is it that lures the thousands to the aviation fields? Is it a desire to see the recent invention or to witness some note- worthy flight? Is it a longing for knowledge or a love of excitement? The answer to that question is best found in the hangars for there most of the people show by their expressions and actions just what it is that fascinates them in this sport. No matter v here it is, the Wrights’ great biplane is always sur- rounded by an admiring circle. Yet most of these enthusiasts see merely a machine composed of a light framework support- ing tv o horizontal planes and they are satisfied to know that this is the craft v ith which those v izards Hoxsey, Brookins, Johnstone and Parmalee have amazed, frightened and amused thousands. And what is it that enables these men to perform such astounding feats? Is it the man, the machine, or fortune? The number is small indeed that can answer that often heard expression “How does he do it?” As the crowds surge about the delicate framework few realize that it is the small frame- work covered with cloth at the extreme rear that sends the ma- chine through the air in those thrilling dips and hurdles. But the spirals are surely the work of nothing simple? Yes, it is THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 43 that one small lever on the right of the driver’s seat that is used to bring about such a startling action. By a slight move of two or three inches either forward or backward the verti- cal rudder in the rear swings the machine about and then by a small side motion of the same lever the main planes are curved more on one side and flattened on the opposite side, and the depressed wing holds the machine in its flight swing- ing it about in those sharp, dizzy circles, that have brought thousands to their feet, frightened and breathless. It is but a prank of the aviator, the play of a birdman, the cool-headed control of a wonderful craft. Just such a crowd also stares curiously at Latham’s beauti- ful Antoinette, the large, graceful bird-like craft in which that wonderful flight was made over our city. The people see but the long boat-like body, the great wide spread wings, the tail planes flat and fan-shaped as a bird’s. They see the motor and the propeller, the aviator’s seat and the small wheels set on either side. Indeed, many were fortunate enough to see La- tham controlling his machine in flight, to see him fighting con- trary v inds or riding along evenly and steadily. Perhaps he was seen rapidly turning the small wheels as the great craft took some sudden dive or turning an unlooked for current or when the air was calm the aviator rode along easily and appar- ently carelessly. Vv ' e all knew the purpose of his actions, but only a few knew just what each move affected. As one wheel was swung about, the horizontal or elevating rudder at the rear was moved and the machine turned upwards or down- wards. The other small wheel increased and lessened the curve of the main wings causing one side to rise more than the other and also tending to retard one side. By the hurried, almost frenzied curving of these the aviator warred against those currents which sought to make his machine turn turtle. 44 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL So it is with all the makes. The great crowds are familiar with the machines and the aviators only as far as their accom- plishments arc concerned. Some few are able to distinguish between the different types, but the number is small indeed that knows the makeup of these wonderful crafts, the general build, the various parts, the control. The double- decker appearance of the biplanes, such as our American machines the Curtiss and Wright; and the bird- like build of the monoplanes is with a good many the limit of knowledge. Then the fact that the propeller is in front of the monoplanes and behind the main planes of the biplanes. This is a rule that has few, if any exceptions, and yet it can be safely said that many enthusiasts do not know it. The parts of the aeroplane that determine the crafts’ actions are but three — the vertical planes at rear to steer to right or left, the horizontal planes which cause machine to ascend or de- scend and then the increasing and lessening of the wing sur- face presented to the air which aids in retaining equilibrium and in turning. The second part, the elevating or horizontal, is always found at the rear on monoplanes, but on biplanes it is a t either front or rear. On the Wright it is in rear while on the Curtiss and Farman it is in front. The changing of the wing surface is brought about in two different ways, by moving the rear outer edges up or down, which is the method used on most monoplanes and on the Wright Biplane; the other way is by having small mo ' able auxiliary planes or ail- erons attached to the rear edges of the main planes. The control of these parts differs greatly on the many types of aeroplanes. Some have foot tillers, some small wheels, single motion and double motion levers are used by many; a few machines even have movable backs to the aviator’s scat. As every invention of such popularity has its freaks so there THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 45 are weird aeroplanes. Santos Dumont has brought out the Damoiselle, the baby of the aeroplane world. Another craft which tends towards freakishness is the latest model brought out by Curtiss which can rise from and land on the water. Can such an invention with such records be a success? Will these machines, these frail craft of cloth and wire and wood ever be in common use? Such questions occur to us repeatedly as we look upon the aeroplanes which have per- formed such feats, but still no definite answer comes. It is all hidden in the future, the real work of the latest invention is only surmised and as yet not realized. Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12. A uatriau’s dpintnn of a ICabg. When she is 15, she is Arpeggio, 20, she is Allegro, 30, she is Forte, 40, she is Andante, 50, she is Rondo finale, 60, she is Tremolo con sordini. Raymond J. Kwasnik, ’14. 46 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL l nhtv nhmB ' " 1 HE day had been an unusually hot one even for sun-baked India, and, as the shadows of night began tc fall, we fully appreciated the exhilarating effect of the gentle zephyrs that ruffled the bosom of the turbid Ganges. In spite of the swarms of mosquitoes that beset us on all sides, the four who constituted our party lounged about on the deck of our little craft. As we sailed up the river we could not but remark the tranquility that reigned about us, broken only by the shrill cry of the birds or the occasional splash of some crocodile. About midnight we nosed our way into a sheltering cove, and, having weighed anchor, we turned in for the night. It seemed but ffve minutes had passed when I was awakened by a thunderous crash. Quickly dressing I hurried on deck to ascertain the cause of the noise and perceived that a violent electric storm had overtaken us. My comrades had likewise been aroused by the thunder. Deeming the land a safer place than the deck of a small vessel, we waded ashore and made for a building nearby, which we had fortunately observed before turning in. The house appeared to be aban- doned; yet, in spite of its age, it had evident traces of archi- tectural beauty beyond the ordinary. As no one came in response to our call we forced the door and entered the building. By means of matches, with which we v ere fortunately supplied, we pushed our way through the lower floor and scrambled up a ladder which led to a kind of loft. Here we found a bundle of straw, on which v e deter- mined to complete our interrupted sleep. It seemed as though the crashes of thunder and the loud patter of the rain on the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 47 roof would never allow us to sleep, but gradually we fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. When I awoke the sun was streaming brightly through the window, with no trace of the storm or of a clouded sky. I had been awake but a few moments when I was startled by a hub-bub of voices below. Looking out of the window I espied a crowd of natives armed with clubs and stones, who, on perceiving me at the v indow, reiterated their yells and gesticulations v ith increased vigor. Then the full realization of the terrible position which v e had forced upon ourselves dawned upon me. The building which w ’e had mistaken for an abandoned dwelling was a sacred temple and we, being unbelievers, had unwittingly committed an unpardonable sacri- lege in trespassing the “Holy of Holies.” The enraged fanatics, armed as they were with clubs and stones, had us completely at their mercy, we having forgotten our rifles and revolvers in our rush for shelter. In haste we scrambled dowm the ladder and barricaded the door with one of the images, w’hich W7e had failed to notice the night before. In dislodging it we discovered that it was hollov and was so fixed as to accommiodate a person. The remiain- ing statues — four in numb€r™proved likewise to be hollov , and, hy removing a slab v hich projected above the rest, access could be had to the interior of the gods. The plan was then suggested that we hide in the several statues and thus escape discovery. The plan was immediately put into excu- tion, and, in a thrice not a sign was left of the four boys who had entered the building the previous night. Meanwhile the noise on the outside increased. The mob began to batter down the door. A few crashes brought the door down and the infuriated crowd, headed by the priest, rushed into the temple. The lower floor was thoroughly searched, but not once did they think — or rather dare — to 48 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL examine the stone statues in which we were hiding. Satisfied that we were still on the upper floot several natives ascended the ladder. With much noise and violent execrations on us, the natives extended their search to the upper story. But after an hour or so the search began to lag. One by one the natives withdrew from the temple. The noise grew less and less, and finally all but the priest had gone away. In the images were holes covered with colored glass, so as to rep- resent precious stones. Through these openings I could see the priest getting ready, no doubt, for a sacrifice. Finally I heard him mutter, and, strange to say, in English with the purest American accent: ' T must take my place, the sacrifice is near at hand.” Saying this, he advanced towards the statue wherein I was concealed, with the evident intention of occupy- ing it. Nearer and nearer drew the priest. I must inevitably be discovered. And as there was no chance of avoiding discovery I determined to grapple with the Hindoo as soon as the loose slab was removed. In a few moments I heard the priest fumbling with the stone and in a short time it was removed. With a bound I had him by the throat and we both fell to the floor. “Stop, Ed. Do you want to choke me?” Surprised at having my name pronounced by one I never met before, I took a more careful scrutiny of the priest’s features. The face seemed familiar to me, and pulling the turban off his head I found that the Hindoo was none other than Tom Brightwell, a former college chum of mine who had left home because of domestic difficulties, and disappeared none knew where. I relaxed my hold on the fake priest and, summoning my three friends from their hiding places, informed them of the situation. But, as the anticipated sacrifice was near at hand, there was no time to be lost; for discovery by the fanatics THIRD YEAR HIGH SCHOOL CLASS. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 49 meant death to all of us, Tom Brightwell included. So gath- ering the more valuable effects, which consisted for the most part of precious stones gathered in India, the “Hindoo” let us through a secret passage which let us out near the water- front. We boarded our little craft, which was none the worse for the storm, and before the expiration of an hour we were bound for home. Antony C. Rolfes, ’13. 50 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL l ulm nf Calm in ©raining tijr Minh. i HOUGH the study of Latin, as we have seen, is a most efficient means of studying one’s own language, yet there are other advantages which are by no means insignifi- cant. It is generally granted that there are four essential processes of an educated mind: observing accurately; record- ing correctly; comparing, grouping, and inferring justly; and expressing the resu lt of these operations with clearness and force. Now it is precisely these four processes or operations which the study of Latin promotes. First, the study of Latin trains the observing faculty. To fathom the meaning of a Latin sentence requires a whole series of accurate observations. Thus the pupil sees the word “egissent” in a sentence; he observes that the word is a form of “ago;” he takes note of the voice, mood, tense, person and number; he obsen es its position. He may make other observations. Or he is reading poetry and comes to the line, “Si qua fata sinant,” etc. The second word “qua” puzzles him at first. To the eye it may be either a nominative plural neuter, agreeing with “fata,” or an ablative singular feminine used adverbially. Observation, which in this case means the scansion of the line, teaches him that it must be the ablative singular feminine. In the second place the study of Latin trains us to record correctly what is observed. Little of this observation may be recorded in speech or writing in the preparation of the lesson, but it is recorded at least mentally. Moreover, the process is constant. No lesson in a Latin author can be adequately prepared without sustained and repeated observing and record- ing from beginning to end. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 51 In the third place the study of Latin also necessitates the most thorough and rigid processes of reasoning. The pupil has observed that a certain word is in the dative case, or in the subjunctive mood, and he has made also a mental record of the fact. He now proceeds to determine the relationship of the dative or subjunctive to other words in the sentence. The first combination the pupil tries may be found to be grammatically impossible ; it offends against his knowledge of good usage. Or it may be grammatically correct and yet be flatly absurd in the point of meaning. Or it may make only a half satisfactory sense, somewhat inconsistent with the con- text. Every conscious endeavor rightly to combine and accurately to interpret the words, phrases, sentences and para- graphs of a passage of a Latin author is an exercise of the reason, and a rather strenuous exercise. In the last place the study of Latin involves in translation constant practice in expressing the results of one’s observing, recording and reasoning. Whether this be clear, concise and cogent, as one would have it, is a matter within the power of the teacher to determine. And no teacher will neglect this most important and crowning feature of Latin study. It is, of course, evident that the foregoing arguments in favor of studying Latin apply at least in some measure to other languages than Latin, and many persons doubtless are inclined to advocate the advantages of French or German, as superior to those of Latin. While not denying the useful- ness of both these languages, yet if one language only can be studied there are two reasons for giving Latin a decided preference to either French or German. In the first place the concepts and ideas of the Latin language are much remoter from those of English than are those of the modern languages. All modern thought is essentially kindred. The same intel- lectual elements are common to all civilized nations, particu- 52 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL lady to nations so closely in touch as the English, French and German. This is not true when we come to study either o£ the ancient language s. The language of the Greeks and Romans is as different from our own as is their entire civiliza- tion. It is precisely this fundamental difference which makes either of the classical languages of such invaluable discipline. At every stage of study we are brought in contact with new phases of thought, new ideas, and thus our intellectual horizon is continually widening. The modern, on the other hand, suggests relatively very little that is new, either in its matter or in the manner of its expression. There is yet another reason which may be urged in favor of Latin as compared with either of the modern languages, and that is that Latin has supplied us with so large a share of our own vocabulary. For this reason an educated person can- not safely undertake to dispense with a knowledge of the root words of the Latin language. No such knowledge as comes from mere memo rizing a list of the more common roots and suffixes, along with their meanings, is what is understood here, but knowledge at first hand, a knowledge which reveals at once the value of such English words as “connotation,” “integrity,” “temperance,” “absolute,” and a score of others whose precise apprehension marks the educated man. In conclusion we may state the case for Latin briefly as follows : reason and experience show that Latin in high school education is capable of producing intellectual results prac- tically indispensable to the educated man. Experience has not yet shown that any other subject, excepting, of course, Greek, is capable of producting equally as great results. James E. Vaeth, H. S. ’12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 53 BxBupptuvnntt 0f Jark I HEBES. Jack disappeared August 5th. Search unavail- ing ; case desperate. Advise.” Such was the cablegram received by Mr. Henry D. Bowerman three days following the above date, and in a few moments the cable was flashing the response — “Will start for Thebes. Appeal to consul. Continue search.” It all happened thus: Jack Bowerman was handed his sheepskin in Loyola Col- lege, Baltimore, June 18th, 1910. True, he never reached be- yond the distinction of an honorable mention, but every time his name was called the walls fairly shook, and even the staid decorum of a college commencement was infringed upon by the cry from the gallery of “What’s the matter with Jack? He’s all right.” And he was. A bright, brainy, athletic fellow, without an ounce of superfluous flesh on his lithe body, with muscles like whipcord, a grip it was hard to break, the idol of the gridiron and the diamond. In a word, a lovable, honorable chap, with a twinkle in his eye and a winning way which was unresistible. So his father decided to let him have a trip abroad before settling to the serious problems of life. Accordingly, on the 25th of June, in company with his friend, Fred Littleton, he sailed from New York by the Southern route. “The world is mine,” said Jack, as he stood on the summit of Cheops, ‘And I present it with due respect and with rev- erence to the United States of America. But I say, Fred, it gives a fellow an uncommon thrill to think that if these! pyramids could speak they might be able to say — ‘Before 54 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Abraham was, I am!’ Surely the Egyptians were wizards, and with a touch of their wands constructed these marvels out of mountains of stone. Can you not see Joseph, respl endent in purple and fine linen in the procession of the king, moving along that avenue of mutilated sphinxes and overturned col- umns?” “Here, come on,” said Fred; “take another day to ruminate. These stones may be able to put up a strong argu- ment against time, may even have ‘something’ on Adam. It’s no concern of mine. I’m off to the tombs.” They had arrived about two hours earlier from Cairo, where the days passed like the tales of the Arabian Knights. There was the delicate Saracen Architecture, the gorgeous hangings, and gaudy trink- ets, the costumed Arabs — the ‘Forty Thieves,’ one of whom attempted to relieve Jack of some of his belongings, and was most obsequious when detected; but Jack, to show him a little American markmanship, shivered a swaying crystal bauble that hung above a little booth, and a fragment pierced the Arab’s nose. About noon they entered the grotto, which leads to the tomb of Setle I. Down the stairway and through a long passage, whose walls were decorated with hieroglyphics and paintings, they waded their way, until a deep pit was reached. Jack halted and said: “I have changed my mind about fossiliz- ing with defunct greatness. So long, Fred, it’s to the Sphinx for me. Look me up when you have paid your respects to his nibs.” The last rays of the setting sun v rere casting wierd shadows among the ruins, softening the ravages of man and time, and lending a golden glow the sands that had witnessed the tri- umphs of antiquity and civilization, Fred, not seeing Jack, hastened to the hotel to join his friends. He was not there. Fred, with a laugh, said aloud, “Old man, if the Sphinx were a girl, it would be all up with you.” After dining, he returned THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 55 to his room, settled in an armchair to await Jack’s coming — and fell asleep. It was ten when he awoke — no sign of Jack. Alarmed, Fred secured a guide and started for the ruins. In the moonlight they looked like hordes of monstrous ghosts keeping guard over a charmed house. Step by step the ground was gone over, detectives were summoned and for three days the search was continued, but to no avail. Then the cable was sent to Baltimore. When Mr. and Mrs. Bowerman reached Cairo, they seemed to have aged ten years. Pinkerton’s and Scotland Yard sleuths accompanied them, and every mummy pit and tomb, every ruin, every clue was examined. The consul offered a reward of twenty-five thousand to which Mr. Bowerman added an equal sum for the return of Jack, dead or alive. But all with the same result. Thus three months passed. There was an indescribable fascination about the ruins for Mr. Bowerman. The mounful sight of the fragments of what had once been the most magnificent center of the world seemed in keeping with his own blighted life. One evening as he and Fred sat in silence beside the temple, he felt a stealthy touch, and then a hand slid something into his own. He did not speak, beads of perspiration stood on his brow, and he hurriedly returned to the hotel. “Place one thousand dollars at the base of Rameses II, the night after this reaches you. Tell no one. The third night following be in Ezbekeueh square, Cairo.” The note was in Jack’s handwriting. There comes an end to all things, even time; so the third evening found the Eowermans and Fred in the square. About nine o’clock, an unpretentious looking Arab sat down beside Mr. Bowerman. When the band played, he Vv hispered, ‘Fol- low me.’ ’ 56 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Not a word was spoken, but when they neared the Nile, the guide pointed to a private boat, and disappeared in the dark- ness. In the cabin was Jack, a dilapidated Jack, gaunt and hollow-eyed. Back from the caverns under the ruined temple, where the thieves, who had followed him from Cairo, dragged him. Plundered, but the plunder was dearly bought. These Arabs went down before the onslaught of his well aimed blows, and it was not until he had left an indelible imprint on the obsequious thief for his brutal attack on his cringing wife, that Jack fell, apparently lifeless. But the woman was grate- ful. She hid him in a recess, and tended his wounds ; the En- glish-Egyptian lover of her daughter, garbed as an Arab, planned his escape, and was the messenger. And her gentle daughter conducted Jack through a labyrinth of channels to the Nile, where the boat, purchased with the thousand dollars, was waiting. “All’s well that ends well,” but there are moments in life when the tension is so great one scarcely dares to breathe. Jack evidently thought there had been enough of that sort of thing, for with a merry laugh he looked up and said, “I say, father, can’t you or Fred put up a smoke, or the price of a smoke? You know I’m down and out.” Jas. F. Russell, Jr., ’12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 57 0f Slattn in luingtng IJ rnnrnlar. TN the earlier history of our United States Latin was thought to be peculiarly a study for boys who were preparing for college. This meant that Latin was thought to have educative importance primarily for those looking for- ward to activity in the Church, in letters, in law, in medicine or in teaching. But, during the last generation a different attitude seems to be manifesting itself. The statistics of the Commissioner of Education for the United States show that in the eight years prior to 1898, the numbers of pupils studying Latin in our high schools had increased 174 per cent., while the total enroll- ment of pupils in the high schools for the same period, had increased but 84 per cent. In other words, the study of Latin in the high schools had increased more than twice as rapidly as had the total enrollment. Now what are the reasons generally given for the study of Latin in our secondary schools? The foremost that seems to exist in favor of studying Latin in our high s chools, is because it confers a mastery over the resources of one’s mother tongue. This is not meant in the narrow sense of the mere understanding of the meanings of words; but what is especially meant is the mastery of ideas of which words are but the mere symbols, and the assimilation of these ideas into one’s own intellectual life. This mastery comes as the direct and necessary result of careful translation, a process involving a careful considera- tion and analysis of the thought of the author and a severe and laborious comparison of the value of alternative English 58 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL words, phrases, and sentences, with the consequent attainment of skill in making the same effective as vehicles of expression. Let us examine somewhat in detail how the study of Latin gives such admirable training in English. Translation is a severe exercise. The lexicon or vocabulary tells the meaning of words, and the grammar states the force of inflected forms ; but it is only after the pupil, provided with this equipment has attacked his Latin sentence with a view to translation, that the real struggle begins. His vocabulary may have given him a dozen, or even twenty meanings for a single verb or noun, and the pupil must reflect and nicely discriminate before he can choose the word, just suited to the context. Further, his Latin sentence may be long, complex, and periodic, entirely different in structure from anything we know in English. Such a sentence must be broken up and so arranged as to conform with our English mode of expression. Or, the Latin sentence may have one of those Protean ablative absolutes, a construction which our English style practically abhors. Every such ablative abso- lute has to be examined with care prior to an English render- ing. It may express time, cause, concession, condition, attend- ant circumstance, means, or what not, and must be rendered accordingly. Again, the Latin sentence may secure by its arrangement of words, certain effects of emphasis which the English can bring out only by the employment of very differ- ent resources. Let us take the opening lines of Nepos’ Life of Miltiades, and note the problems that suggest themselves to the pupil’s mind as he endeavors to secure a passable translation for the Latin. The text runs as follov s: “Miltiades Cimonis filius Atheniensis, cum et antiquitate generis et gloria maiorum et sua modestia unus omnium maxime floreret, eaque esset aetate ut non jam solum de eo bene sperare sed etiam confidere cives THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 59 possent sui, talem eum futurum, qualem cognitum iudicarunt, accidit ut Athenienses Chersonesum colonos vellent mittere.” Probably the first stumbling-block to the student will be the proper rendering for “modestia.” The vocabulary gives ‘ moderation,” “modesty,” “temperance,” “humility,” “discre- tion,” and the question is, which of these represents the idea that Nepos is trying to convey. The pupil has to pause and consider. Reflection shows that “humility” will not do, and “modesty” is no better. These qualities in the eyes of a Roman, hardly constitute a title to eminence. The pupil there- fore turns to “moderation” or “temperance.” Temperance will hardly answer his purpose; it has an unfortunate acquired connotation suggesting predominantly an abstinance from strong drink. Nor will “moderation” satisfy the pupil’s sense of the demands of his native tongue, for we hardly speak of a man as eminent for his moderation. Of the five words given for “modestia,” the last only, “discretion,” will answer in the present passage. The pupil then passes to “unus omnium maxime.” Their literal translation is easy “alone of all especially,” but this is jargon, and clearly must be bettered in some way. By reflec- tion the pupil comes to see that “alone of all” may be rendered by “beyond all others,” or some other equally idiomatic phrase. But here a new problem presents itself, how to join “especi- ally” with “beyond all others.” Possibly after a few trials the boy hits upon the device of rendering “far beyond all others.” One’s selection of words and phrases, however, will often require modification as a result of the renderings chosen for the other parts of the sentence. The pupil meets no further difficulty until he comes to “qualem cognitum indicarunt,” literally “such as they judged him known.” In, and of itself, the participle may mean “if known” “though knov n” “when known” “since known;” all 60 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL these possibilities, however, must be weighed before a safe decision can be reached as to the actual meaning here. But we need not dwell further on the details of the process we are considering. Every boy knows what it is: he knows that it is serious work, often slow work, but he knows what it means to him that submits to it. He knows that he is gaining a mastery over the resources of his mother tongue. .And if he be so fortunate as to be endowed with any native gifts of thought himself, when he reaches maturer years, he will have that indispensible equipment of an educated man, the capacity to say what he thinks with directness, clearness, precision and effect. Ralph J. Sybert, H. S., ’12. 5 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 61 of Mm. gray mists of the bleak October evening descended slowly upon the dreary coast, and enveloped the little fishing village of Grampton, with an impenetrable veil of dark- ness and of silence. The narrow street that separated the rows of small, badly-painted houses was well-nigh deserted; and in the clear, ominous quiet could be plainly heard the beat, beat of the heavy billows upon the sandy beach. A storm was brewing: the most inexperienced eye could see that. And in the little shacks of the fisher folk many an anxious eye was turned seaward, and many a prayer went up from the busy housewives for their husbands far away on the fishing banks. That very morning the fleet had sailed away, and, barring accidents, were to return sometime during the night; but judging from the present condition of the sea, they would have a rough passage, indeed. Captain Warren, or “Cap” as he was called by his men, had not missed a trip in fifteen years, and today had been no ex- ception. His wife, with forebodings of danger, had pleaded with him to remain home, but he had consoled her with the thought of his speedy return, at the same time reminding her to take good care of their three little children. There were two girls and a boy, the latter about seven years of age; and just now, between preparations for supper, and worry for her husband, Mrs. Warren had as much as she could do to watch the little ones. Their’s was the nearest house to the beach : and frequently did she go to the door and peer out into the semi-darkness, for a glimpse of the returning ships. The children were quietly playing with the dog, and she, seeing 62 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL them so content, ceased to worry about them, and gave her undivided attention to the meal. Soon tiring of the close atmosphere of the house, the lad took the dog with him, and strolled out to the cottage door to get a breath of fresh air. A slight distance away the Captain ' s tender was drawn up out of the waves, and rested a few feet beyond the reach of the breakers. This would make a fine seat; and without a thought of danger the boy climbed in. Just at that moment the mother was especially busy, and gave no heed to the clildren, and the youth sat there, enjoying himself, and idly watching the tumultuous sea. The storm clouds lov ered, the wind increased in violence, farther and farther up the beach crept the wind-driven waves. They reached the boat at last; and the tender silently slipped from its place into the sea. The attention of the lad was en- grossed by the antics of his dog companion, and so easily did the boat drift on, that he was some distance from the shore before he realized his precarious position. Immediately he shouted and cried with all his strength, but the rushing of the waves smothered his voice with its thunder. He was drift- ing out to sea, with nothing to arrest his onward motion. Presently the cries of his sisters brought the mother hurrying to the door, but only to fall into a faint when she saw what had happened. Slowly, but steadily, the fishing smacks were beating their way back to the village. All day bad luck had been with them ; for not only had their draught of fishes been small, but to cap it all, several of the ships had broken or lost their nets in the rough sea. Now, however, they they were returning home- ward, and the gloom occasioned by the unfavorable day was dispelled by visions of home and their loved ones waiting. One by one were the boats strung out, with Captain Warren’s bringing up the rear. And so badly had the net of the latter THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 63 been damaged, that he did not think it worth while dragging in, and it was now trailing along behind, buffeted about and torn by the heavy surges. About nine o’clock, however, the violence of the storm greatly abated, and the wind died down almost as quickly as it had arisen. The waves, too, little by little receded and dropped back; till finally, save for a slight swell, the sea had regained its normal condition. Soon the ships were ready to cast anchor in their accus- tomed spots, and already on the beach could be seen the men and women moving about excitedly. But the nets had to be mended, and Captain Warren ordered his men to draw their’s in, and see if anything could be done to them. They worked with a will, anxious to get ashore; but something seemed to be dragging on the ropes and impeding their progress. Faster and faster they pulled ; but the captain, whose curiosity was nov aroused, was the first to see a small boat, the anchor- rope of which was securely entangled in the meshes of the net. It was floating safely, however, with the rise and fall of the waves, and the old skipper, peering at it through the gloom, v as astounded to see that it was his own tender. With feverish apprehension he joined in and helped his men to pull and soon the boat, with the child and dog within, was along side. Huddled up in the bottom, the lad had evidently cried himself into a troubled sleep, but the dog was still awake, and barked a noisy welcome to his master. Into the skiff jumped the Captain, and headed for the shore, and several minutes later, with the boy in his brawny arms he was home, comforting his distraught wife, and gladdening the hearts of the now excited villagers. And the dog was not forgotten. August J. Bourbon, ’14. 64 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL AFTER THE FINALS. ‘T was coxswain of the crew, mother, And captain of the nine; A member of the track team. And played ‘behind the line’ — “But your marks in the ‘exam’?” Ventured timid Mrs. Meyer: “Why, bust my boots,” said Willie, “I neglected to inquire.” August J. Bourbon, ’14. SECOND YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. I ! THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 65 PrnfMBnr. pROFESSOR Crook was sitting quietly in his office when somebody suddenly knocked at the door. It was a young man, an intelligent looking chap ; in his hand he held a book entitled “The New Graphic Typewriter.” No sooner had Professor Crook opened the door, than the young gentleman let off a little speech apparently extempore in praise of the wonderful machine. The Professor listened attentively, and all the while was planning how he might intimidate his un- welcomed visitor. The little talk was concluded by asking the Professor if he could sell him one of the new and up-to-date graphic machines. “Why most assuredly,” came the quick reply. “A typewriter, why that is something I need and must have. At the present state of affairs it appears impossible to continue business without one. I shall actually write the tips of my fingers off, unless I resort to some means of relief. But if I should have a typewriter, why the novelty itself would facili- tate and diminish the work. And at the same time things will have a business-like appearance.” Here the Professor paused, and with a serious countenance drew a deep breath as if delib- erating upon an earnest proposition, while his canvasser de- cided he had stumbled over an easy thing. A dead silence followed. Then suddenly the Professor turned to his visitor and viewing him closely through his glasses which sat loosely upon his aquiline nose, said,“ Young man, I am glad you have come here today.” “I feel quite certain that you were not aware of what good fortune awaited you, when you came in here.” “Perhaps you don’t quite understand what I mean. Let me 66 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL explain. You see it is this way : Just the other day a man went out to hang himself. Some how or other he stumbled and in doing so kicked up a bit of the turf, and in that bit was fifty per cent, pure gold. Now you see that land belongs to me. At the present status, this mine is excelled by none in the world. No sooner was it discovered than plans were made immediately for its operation. The place is actually radiant with gold dust. But in order to proceed with this great enter- prise I must have a trustworthy man in whom I can confide and in whose hands I must place the business. And let me ask you a question? Have you any experience at office work?’ “Well, I was cashier during the summer,” replied the canvasser, quietly. “Great! great!” exclaimed the Profes- sor, excitedly, “You are just the one I want and must have at any cost. Have you any objection to earn $10,000 a year?” “Great Scott, no,” came the prompt reply. “Well, then, con- sider yourself employed at that salary. You see, within a month the mine will be producing millions, while I shall be president and you my secretary.” “But I don’t quite under- stand, sir,” interrupted the young man with a troubled count- enance. “Yes,” continued the Professor, “your salary shall be as stated, $10,000 a year. And in a short time you shall be a rich man, secretary of the largest gold mine in America. Just think of it. Within a year you shall be worth more than J. P. Morgan. You will be the overseer of the business, while others v ill do your work. Why, you and I will have our private car and when we travel all the world will respect us. Why, young man, let’s shake hands on it?” “It is a good thing,” uttered the agent to himself, as they clasped hands. “But there is only one thing left. As a sign of your good will and as a business agreement I would ask you to leave the small sum of two dollars. This money will go to buy sta- tionery, all of which will bear your name as secretary and at THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 67 the same time will make you a free shareholder. Two dollars, please !” “But this is so sudden,” came the answer. “But all good luck comes suddenly,” said the Professor. “Here you are, then,” said the yoimg man, as he handed over the greenbacks. “I am all confused over it.” “It is rather a surprise, but you will see for yourself later. Well, then, will you call again Monday or Tuesday, or some day next week, as we must get this business moving,” re- marked the Professor, as they walked to the door. “Remem- ber, keep it all a secret, for a while, well, then — good-by — ” “But you have not bought the typewriter and you have my two dollars,” replied the canvasser, angrily, as he found him- self outside the door. “I want to talk more about this thing or I want my money back.” He rattled and banged and knocked at the door, but it was locked. The Professor had gone back to his office and puffed away peacefully on his meerschaum pipe. He had an easy custo- mer. Wm. F. Sauer, H. S., ’ll. 68 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL (§n n (Eimh. 7 ELL, now, by gum, jest look at that thar big boat down thar, will ye? That thar big place down thar must be New York, what Mirandi Simpson went to once. I never thought I’d be goin’ up in the air on a old puff of smoke, what might blow up any old time. Man-e-day, but we air goin’ some; must be like one of them airiplanes, what one of them stuck-up city folks brought up to Reubenville and wanted me to go up in. Guess I’m purty far from old Susan, what has been my wife for a right long spell. I wouldn’t mind goin’ wherever I am goin’ ef only Susan was along.” Silence for awhile, then: “Lands-a-livin, I can’t see that blamed city no more. Guess I’m on that durned ocean, what Mirandi said was so big. Thar’s another big boat cornin’; wonder ef them folks on thar kin see me. Hey, you people, up yer is whar I am, you onery critters. Come on up and get me off this yer old puff of nuthin’. Dog gone it, they’re gone and now I don’t know how long I’m goin’ to be way from Susan.” A long silence, then once more old Hiram started, “Thar’s sumthin’ black over thar; must be land just like Columbus saw when he diskivered ’Merica. Thar’s more boats and jest look at the buildins’” He was passing Gravesend now and London was in sight. “I bet that thar place is London. Gee, I wish I cud git down and see it. I’m liable to go all the way to that heathen Japan, what’s goin’ to be in a fight with Mexico. And then wouldn’t I ketch it, oh, lands-a-libin’ ; the thing’s droppin.’ I’ll never see Reubenville no more, nor — ” Cr-a-a-sh bing-rapp-bang. “Ouch, Susan, I’m gonna git up.” “Well, hurry up ’bout it. That rooster’s been hollerin’ fer his THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 69 breakfast long ago, Hiram; do you hear me?” ‘‘Ye-e-s, Susan, I’m cornin’,” In an undertone to himself: “And I thought I was in London and gonna see King George what’s a real king. Dog-gone the hard luck.” And Hiram went to milk the cows and feed the chickens. Bernard A. Sullivan, H. S. ’13. 70 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL MtUtam mkxnB Unmiernming. OT far from Albany on the N. Y. C. is the little town of Hillville, a quiet, unassuming little place, with mod- est houses surrounded by wide porches and well-kept lawns, and not far from the houses large,whitwashed barns, which were a sign that thrift and prosperity prevailed. With much groaning and puffing of the engine the train came to a stop, and one passenger alighted. He was dressed in the latest fashion, his suit a light-gray, and cravat to match. The passing of the Western express being somewhat of a break in the monotony of the town, several citizens had congregated to witness the event. One and all, they stared at the new arrival with amazement, from which Mr. Stubbins, the post- master, station agent, and baggage master, was the first to recover. “Well, by gosh,” he said, leaving his seat on the baggage truck, and advancing to shake hands with the new arrival. “Why, William, how does it come that you can leave school right in the middle of a term?” Every man on the platform, to whom this question had also occurred patiently awaited the answer. “Mr. Stubbins, it is a secret, of which I cannot as yet tell you,” said William, impressively, and with a hasty good-by, he gathered up his two suitcases and was off, to his home. “A secret, eh?” said Mr. Tompkins, the blacksmith, reflec- tively. “Well them college boys are always up to some pranks. I shouldn’t wonder if William didn’t get mixed up in some scrape.” Walking into the store he met Mrs. Nopp making some purchases. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 71 ‘‘Hear about Will Hoskins being home from college?” ex- claimed Tompkins. “Mercy sakes, no;” replied Mrs. Nopp, “What has he done?” “I dunno. It ain’t likely that he would be coming home this time of the year; Amos Stubbins thinks he is expelled.” Jared Cummings, the storekeeper, interrupted the conver- sation. “Yes, siree, last fall, there was one of them travelling salesmans in yer, and he was telling about how some college fellers threw a freshman out of a window; he said the fellow fell four stories and was killed.” That night the topic for discussion in every home was the sudden homecoming of William Hoskins ; in every home heads could be seen bobbed together, and on the next day it was universally admitted that William Hoskins and several other students had killed a freshman. Being winter time the farmers did not have anything to do. There were several at the blacksmith shop discussing the un- expected visit of William Hoskins, when suddenly their thoughts were diverted by a noise down the lane. An auto- mobile was coming up the lane jerkily toward them. The blacksmith stood motionless, while the drivers turned the car to the side of the road. “Hy, you,” he called, as the smith made no move, “Take a look at this car and see if you can fix it. Will you?” The blacksmith took off the hood. A big, dignified looking man got out of the machine and came toward the blacksmith. “Pardon me,” he said, “Can you tell me where Cy Hoskins lives.” At these words the cold sweat began to stand on the black- smith’s forehead. “Why, yes,” he said, brokenly, “I can tell you. Wait a minute.” He went into the shop and in about ten minutes he 72 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL returned with a large wrench. With this he tinkered around the machine, and finally replaced the hood, and told the chauffeur to start her up. The crowd had gathered around the machine, and watched the large man and the driver in their futile efforts to instill some spark of life into the obstinate machine. Advice was offered freely which the large man received in silence and the driver with rebukes. Then William Hoskins and Annette Taylor drove up. “Amos,” said William, “You are a friend indeed.” “I got your note, but you are away off this time. Is that the sheriff with the straw hat?” “I thought it was,” said the smith, reflectively. “But mebbe I am wrong, or you wouldn’t be driving into town. But say, William, what’s the trouble?” “Amos, come into the shop where we are alone and I will tell you the story. Annette hasn’t answered any of my letters for over a month. I found out the reason, and now I am going back to college tomorrow, and if anybody asks you, just tell them I didn’t murder anyone.” “I’m glad, William,” said the smith, his face beaming with joy, holding out his hand, and generously refraining from looking at Annette’s blushes. “And if this gentleman wants to see your father today, I guess I’ll have to help him out. I’ve got a bolt in my pocket which he needs; I took it out of his engine, when I thought he was the sheriff.” Edward Plummer, H. S., ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 73 Pale skies and waning disk of day Foretell the fate so dear, That wastes away our summer dear Who hath lived but since the May. Now autumn’s here, and summer is gone She that hath laughed is dead. The trees are bare, the leaves are fled — The gleaner’s toil is done. The birds are mute, the air is chill. The fields lie dun and wet ; Autumnal winds like shades of death Retread the vale and hill. Andrew J. Harrison, ’14. 74 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A aft Anaturr HE old saying is, “A soft answer turneth away wrath.” I will relate a story of a case in which a gentle action served the same purpose. A brave, active, intelligent terrier, belonging to a lady, one day discovered the monkey of an itinerant organ grinder, seated upon the bank within the grounds, and at once made a dash for him. The monkey, who was attired in a jacket and hat, awaited the onset in such an undisturbed manner, that the dog halted within a few feet of him to reconnoitre. Both animals took a long, steady stare at each other, but the dog evidently was recovering from his surprise, and was about to make a spring at the intruder. At this critical junc- ture the monkey, who had remained perfectly quiet hitherto, raised his paw and gracefully saluted by lifting his hat. The effect was magical. The dog’s head and tail dropped, and he sneaked off to the house, refusing to leave it until his polite, but mysterious guest had departed. Therefore you can see from this, that it takes two to quarrel always, and if one will not, the other cannot. Riley Vs hiteford, H. S., ’13. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 75 T WONDER if you ever had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Jonathan T. Buckley, alias Buck, al ias Lefty, of Roch- ester. No? Well, then, by way of introduction, Jonathan T. was a tall, angular chap of eighteen summers, with a most blank, yet serene countenance. He had inherited a comfortable fortune from a thoughtful old grandfather, and decided to invest part of it in an education. This memorable career of learning began in September of the year 1911 and, sad to say, ended in October of the very same year. So much for a pre- lude. Lefty’s first fateful experience was with Cicero’s famous ‘Pro Milone’ speech, in the Sophomore Class of 1913. Lefty was asked for a fluent translation of a passage in Cicero’s elo- quent oration. But alas, lost in a sea of bewilderment, aston- ishment (and anything else that denotes total ignorance), “grand, gloomy and secluded, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality,” he sat. After much furrowing of the brow and blinking of the eyes, and with the help of a most sympa- thetic neighbor. Lefty was able to favor the class with the following rendition: “Then with sure eye and steady hand, Maloney felled the monstrous outang with one shot from his trusty Winchester.” A very audible snicker from the class and an intelligent gleam from the professor’s eye followed this inglorious corruption of excellent Latin. “Pray, Mr. Buckley, what is an outang?” the interested pro- fessor asked. A moment of profound silence, and again, just in the knick of tim.e. Lefty was succored from the rear — “An outang, sir,” with great bravado, “is a four legged 76 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL quadruped, belonging to the species of the giraffe.” An un- controllable burst of laughter only served to bring a look of bland surprise to Lefty’s unintelligent countenance. And then the sent ence for his first sad downfall was assigned him : ‘‘Now, then, Mr. Buckley, just to make sure you don’t forget such remarkable and rare translation, suppose you hold a little private session this afternoon and write out that short master- piece of yours a couple of hundred times. Only to impress it on your memory, you know.” This was the first cause of Lefty’s final exit from college. To continue with the historical order of this sad narrative, we will next relate his mortal combat with that greatest of all orators, Demosthenes. Lefty was given the honor to offer his version of a passage in the great “De Corona,” and you might just as well have placed a mixture of Chinese and “choc- taw” before him. But Lefty, with his “never-give-up-the-ship” air, resolved to make a plunge at it anyway, since he could surely rely upon the support of loyal class-mates. It was Demosthenes’ vivid description of how the Athenians received the news that Elatea was taken by Philip. You can fully appreciate the utter disgust of an enthusiastic professor when our ill-fated hero started out with a blood curdling account of the death of Achilles and ended up with a grandiloquent description of the snow-capped Pyranees, and really intended it as a translation of one of the most eloquent passages in the “De Corona.” Under the very just rebuke that this effort deserved our hopeless Sir Jonathan sat with a most “dejected ’havior of the visage, aidless, alone, and smitten through the ear.” We are now to suppose that two long weeks have elapsed before the final catastrophe. The scene is laid in the chemical laboratory of the college, where we find our still unsophisticated sophomore pondering THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 77 dubiously over a simple experiment. The cause of all his worry is the little symbol H2O. ‘T never used that stuff before,” says Lefty. For poor Jonathan, in his farthest imaginings could not identify the chemical H O and the spigot product, commonly known as water. And so it was that he had scoured every shelf, nook and corner of the laboratory in a fruitless search for some water, while all around him it was trickling merrily into the sinks. Finally he ventured to ask his desk-mate where he had found H2O. “Right over there on the shelf,” his false friend informed him, glancing to- ward the other side of the room ; but when no bottle, labelled H2O met his gaze, he seemed to show great surprise. “Why, I put it back there myself, not five minutes ago,” he asserted positively. “Some one must have taken it.” And straightway our mutual friend made for the instructor and notified him that someone had stolen all the H2O. The instructor looked at him for a moment, with increasing wonderment, and then thoughtfully sent him to the supply room for some more of the compound. In a few minutes our amateur chemist returned and declared that there was no more H2O in stock. “Then you’ll have to prepare some for yourself, Mr. Buckley,” he was told by the indulgent instructor. Lefty hesitated for a moment and then hurrying into the laboratory, asked the first student he met, how to prepare H2O. But since the word had been passed to “keep ’im on the run,” everyone professed absolute ignor- ance of the matter. Then as a last desperate move, our hero asked the instructor how it was prepared. The latter wheeled fiercely upon him with “You should knov 7 by this time, sir, the preparation of all the simple compounds used in your experi- ments.” But since Lefty couldn’t see how that helped mat- ters along any, he left the building, and wearily trudged his way homeward. 78 THE EOYOLA ANNUAL That night he wrote a letter to the inquiry column of the paper, asking “what is H 2 O, and how is it prepared?’’ He signed the letter “confounded.” The next day a sarcastic editor’s pen bore the following information to a certain “con- founded chemist”: “You don’t generally prepare water, you find it ready made — there is a very plentiful supply of it in Niagara Falls.” This was too much for J. T. B., and that very day he packed up his books and bade farewell to the source of all his trouble. Henry E. Scanlan, 1913. A IpnBtng. Some waste paper called the blotter an old soak. Then the light began. The inkstand got cold feet, the keys stayed in a bunch and the stamps stuck together and left the paper wait. The pencil was lead under a fool’s cap to the ink well and the penknife let the pen hold her. By this time a writing pad began to rubber so that the ink raced her off the board. The battle got so thick that the book was shaking her leaves. Just then the paper cutter came in and cut out the disorder and peace reigned throughout. Wm. F. Sauer, H. S. ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 79 ©ijf (Imn nrn OT many years ago there lived a quack medicine peddler, who had a cork leg, and who earned his living by peddling his deadly dope from village to village. Now, there is nothing at all remarkable about the fact that he had a cork leg; anyone might have one. He didn’t always have it. He acquired it later on in life. It is lucky that he did so how- ever, otherwise I would not have been able to tell you this story. But the manner in which he exchanged a good leg made out of flesh and bone for one made of cork and wood is most interesting. It runs thus: One dark night, after having had a busy day and having sold all out of his “Sure Cure for Rheumatism,” made out of linseed oil and some other mixture, he was crossing the rail- road track, when an engine loomed up out of the darkness. The man saw it and started to run, but it was too late. When he regained consciousness, he was lying in the hospital, having left one of his legs behind him on the railroad track. The railroad company paid him a handsome sum, to make up for his misfortune, half of which he spent for one of the best cork legs on the market. The rest he gambled away in a few weeks. But he did not allow a little thing like that to worry him. Not a bit of it. Instead he set to work to devise a scheme, by which his cork leg could be made to earn him some money. Accordingly he set to work to prepare a powder. He made it out of clay and baking powder, I believe, and put it up into many small packages. He then set out upon 80 THE LOYOEA ANNUAL his travels, and arrived by chance, at a small country town, in which a fair was being held. Having called a crowd around him, he declared that he had a powder to sell, which after being put in any boiling hot liquid, would prevent the liquid from scalding or burning any part of the human body. Now, it chanced, as I have said before, the cork leg, which our friend wore, was a very good one and no one would have ever known that his left leg was artificial, unless he revealed the fact himself So accordingly he filled a tub with boiling hot water, and having emptied a package of the powder into it, he rolled up his trouser leg, and thrust his leg, that is the cork one, of course, into the seething liquid. The simple country bump- kins were astounded at this sight, having never seen anything to equal it before, and believing all the peddler said, they each bought a package of this wonderful stuff. Now, there happened to be among the crowd at that mo- ment a tall, husky, country man, an egotistic personage, proud as a peacock, who, urged on by friends said he would try the stuff and prove its merits. If it did not hurt the peddler, it would not harm him. So therefore they filled the tub with water hotter than before, and the “green horn” rolling up his trouser legs, and having emptied a package of the powder into the water, he stuck both of his feet into it and then he withdrew them emitting yells which would have done justice to a lost soul. About this time everyone began to look to the peddler, but he had packed up and fled during the excitement, having gained a pocketful of money by his cruel scheme. The poor countryman was some time recovering from his burns. As to the peddler, they say he tried his mean trick in another town, and was promptly tarred and feathered, by the FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL J THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 81 citizens at the instigation of one of their number, who had seen him play the cruel trick before. Arthur McCullough, H. S. ’14. A g Ijort Stograplfg. T WAS born in the spring of the year 1893, but know little of the first five years of my life, save that I lived amid all the luxuries of a well stocked home, in ease and comfort. But when I was five years old, there came into the home of my guardian one day, a gentleman of magnificent phy- sique and proud bearing, who seemed to take a great fancy to me, at first sight. He spoke to my guardian for a few minutes, all the while gazing at me with fine and anxious eyes, while he stroked my silken locks with a firm but gentle hand. My master seemed loathe to grant his request, but after a few more minutes of earnest conversation, in which our visitor mani- fested his remarkable power of persuasion, I was handed over to his care, and he paid a small sum of money to my guardian, which I suppose was his bond, for the privilege of adopting me. My new protector, I soon found out, w ' as a general in the American Army, who had been recently ordered with his regiment to Cuba, to take part in the Spanish-American war, and was then looking for a suitable and serviceable companion, to accompany him on his trip. A week after leaving my old home, we embarked on an army transport at New York, and sailed for Havana. We met with some stormy weather, and as this was my first trip on the water, I certainly did feel very dizzy at times. 82 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The rolling and pitching of the ship racked and strained every nerve of my body, nor did my master escape the horror of the sea, for I could feel his big heart palpitjating rapidly, and the heaving of his great, square shoulders distressed me to the very soul. The second day out the temperature began to rise, and each day, until the end of the voyage, it grew warmer and warmer, until finally when we reached Cuba, it was so hot that I thought some parts of me would melt. I had very little time to see any points of Interest around Havana, for I accompanied my master, as his most faithful and trusted companion, wherever he went, and he spent most of his time around the camps. Three days after leaving the ship, we were ordered to at- tack San Juan hill; and it was in this decisive battle, that I saved my general’s life. A bullet which would have struck him, had I not been in front of him, hit me and slightly wounded me; and so much did my master appreciate this act of involimtary sacrifice on my part, that he himself sewed up my wound, which healed quickly under his experienced hand. We returned home, to America, immediately after the bat- tle, and settled down in the general’s home for a good long rest. But my old wound commenced to trouble me again, and one day, to the general’s great discomfort, I broke down completely, and was cast aside, as a relic of the war, a worth- less pair of old suspenders. Harry J. Casey, H. S. ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 83 A Slrtp Mnhtv Bm. T OR some time I had wished to take a little trip but could not make up my mind where to go. At last I decided to see what could be seen at the bottom of the sea. Now came the problem of how to get there. There were three ways. I could use that modern invention the submarine or I could go in diver’s outfit, or I could simply go overboard and leave it to fate to take me to the happy hunting ground. The last did not appeal to me. The submarine excursions had not yet begun, so I chose the way between the two. The day of the trip was here, everything was in readiness. I even had attended to my last will and testament. One cannot be too careful and I have read so many tales of monsters and mer- maids that I wanted to be prepared for what was coming. After I had made all necessary preparations I put the diving- suit on and took the last breath of real fresh air. Then the helmet was fastened on, a hatchet and long dagger were given me, with which I might defend myself. As I went down in the water the sensation was such that I could not remember much of anything that passed me. At last I found myself on solid ground. The panorama before me was as we read about in fairy tales. The plants and trees were the most beautiful my eyes ever beheld. I had not much time for wonderment; it seemed to me that both monsters and midgets were home and that it was their busy day. Before I had time to think some living animal came to- ward me. It appeared as if it had a thousand arms. It was terrible to behold, I was lucky to remember my weapons and it was none too soon. After getting rid of this ugly creature 84 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL which we all know to be an octopus, I saw an enormous whale pass by. He was peaceful enough, but every living thing around scurried away. I cannot tell; was it respect or fear for that king of the deep sea? After quiet was restored I could once more take a look around. I saw fishes and animals of all descriptions. I realized then as I had never realized before, how utterly useless ignorance is. If I could only use my pen and pencil to produce the scenes before me I would have been happy, for mere words cannot describe the wonderful living things one sees on the bottom of the sea. While looking around for some memento to take home to my loved ones I saw something more familiar than what I had met before. It was a skull and some bones of a human being like myself. This sight made me wish for home, and following the thought with the action, I gave the signal to be hoisted up. In a short while I was on solid earth again and glad I was to get there. For there is no place like home, sweet home. Albert Schuele, Prep. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 85 . lUBvh laltimnr 3mtB T T was the year nineteen hundred and fifteen. For some days a strange ship with sails wide set and rig of a by- gone pattern, had been seen at the mouth of the Ch esapeake Bay, causing much speculation among the inhabitants of old Baltimore, but all efforts to communicate with the strange ship had been in vain. It was Twelfth Night, when as every one knows ghosts are oftimes permitted to take their stealthy walks. You will therefore not be surprised to learn what I am about to tell you. As the Town Hall clock struck twelve, this strange ship drew up at one of the city docks, and a man stepped ashore; the ship from which he alighted silently faded in the darkness. The stranger was in antique costume of black velvet and lace collar and cuffs. His wide brimmed hat was caught up on one side with a long white plume. He seemed rather lost in the maze of docks and streets, but at last reaching Charles Street he turned toward the north, murmuring to himself the while, “This place is very strange ! It really is more the size of Lon- don when I left it.” Square after square was passed, the stranger gazed in wonder at the tall buildings standing out distinctly against the starry sky. But when the Washington Monumient was reached, he uttered an exclamation of surprise on reading the inscriptions on its base, “How strange!” Next the mighty Belvedere Hotel meets his gaze. And the pretty residences are reached and cottages are passed. He is lost in amazement. When Union Station is reached there he stands in silence looking at the steel tracks below. A bell rings and a bright light is seen in the darkness ahead, and with a mighty roar the midnight express comes around the bend. 86 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Passing his hand over his brow the stranger says, “Strange ! How strange! What monster is this? Away will I go. This, this truly is some monster’s work!” The first few streaks of dawn are in the sky, the stranger’s form grows dim, but as he turns we see his face and recog- nize the founder of our State, Lord Baltimore. Stewart B. Reinhart, Prep. a ©Ifarartrr. Whitewash is a very useful compound, which, when properly applied, gives a dazzling surface of snowy white. The beauty of this substance is that, while it doesn’t do away with dirt, it covers it up so that one would never suspect its presence. But whitewash is not confined to fences. No, indeed! It is far too useful for that alone. Its most important use is to make people look like what they “ain’t.” We often see them wearing a coat of moral whitewash an inch thick, and we can usually spot them by that “Oh, heaven help us” expression which they wear when “comp’ny” is around, or the prefect. These worthy people make the mistake of applying the whitewash “not wisely, but too well,” for in their eagerness to “make a hit,” they forget that when applied too thickly, it peels and immediately exposes what is beneath. Of course it is a good thing to whiten up a little, for the bare ugliness of crude meanness is disgusting, and while I would not go so far as to say that any of us are vicious, yet we have our own little set failings, which will do another no harm to be ignorant of. But don’t apply it too thickly. Remember that it was made for fences, barns, etc. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 87 Supposing, for instance, that the unheard of were to come to pass, to wit, that I should have, by some extraordinary chance, enough of the “root of all evil” to tempt a highwayman. Now, if I had any choice in the matter, I should certainly prefer the polished gentleman who begs pardon for interrupting you, points a gun at your head, and politely requests the loan of your wallet, to the blundering idiot who breaks your skull with a club, and then wrecks your clothes searching for your valu- ables. But I should be apt to be pretty thoroughly disgusted if the gentle highwayman were to insist upon giving me a receipt for what he took. And so it is with moral whitewash- ing, we like a little, for it is good for us all, but too much — never. Richard B. Klitch, H. S., ’13. Ulan in tijp Ulnnn. From early childhood I have always had the most profound respect for this personage and presume I ever shall, for rea- sons, which I will state in my appreciation of him. He bears no surname and his family name is unknown. This was lost by a fatal accident. A comet went whirling around the moon once and by its extreme velocity ignited the diary containing the record of his family ; thus was lost to the world one of the brightest names that ever illuminated the solar system. It is said that he refused the names which the planets now have and it was he who gave to each their name. Al- though he is two hundred and forty thousand miles away, the simple title, “The Man in the Moon,” is proclaimed by all nations. Having exhausted my knowledge in regard to his name, I will try my best to give you his personal appearance. He has 88 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL a very open countenance, but lacks expression; and if one viewed him only when turned full face, he would say that he is all head and face. He has always stood very high in society ; even the greatest kings and queens of earth have been obliged to look up to him. His character is the very best, otherwise he would be obliged to give up his exalted position. The record of his age was lost at the same time that his name perished; but that you may know that he is of age I will inform you that he had the very same position when my great-grandfather was a boy. Some wise men have tried to prove his existence false ; but we will continue to cry, “Long live the Man in the Moon.’’ August B. Haneke, H. S., ’13. A pillar in the Alps of fame shall ne’er My statue rear, whilst to the lonely height All mankind’s praise and flattery for my might Shall rise, like sun-drawn sea waves through the air. Nor is my name the storms of Time to bear: To haunt the gloomy towers of bards at night. To lead the bleeding youth to bravely fight. The pride of mortals and immortals heir. But like the myriad leaves that autumn mourns And buries in winter’s vast, engulfing snow. Time’s deep’ning drifts my sepulchre shall be. And though no votive shaft my grave adorns. Spring’s fairest gems shall o’er its green pall glow And the glow-worm’s taper shall at eve cheer me. A. J. Harrison, ’14. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 89 A ©rtp tn Mbbu. T T was Ascension Day at the World’s Fair at Chicago. I had completed my monster biplane, which I was to show for the first time at the fair. The crowd was waiting breath- lessly outside the shed. My machine v as fifty feet long (being oblong in shape), while it was fifteen feet wide. It had two kinds of fans, one on each side, while an iron rod held them in place. For the finishing touches it had propellers at the end of the oblong body, and one extended from the front by an iron rod. These wheels were worked by an electric motor, so as to give us a start from the ground. In the middle was a room about ten feet long and five square, in which good oxygen could be kept while the thin air rem.ained outside. When I told the men to open doors a shout was sent up, as my invention was for the first time exDOsed to view. As the crowd was cleared in front, the airship was run out. We took our place in the room where all the gear was fixed to guide the machine, and started the motor. Up, up, and still up we soared, until we could no longer see the crov d, and the earth looked no larger than a baseball. The next morning as I looked out of the windov , we could see what we knev7 to be the earth, but it was no larger than the stars as v e see them. A few hours later v e reached the great body, known to us as the “Moon.” Directly in front of us was a large boulder. I v ent up to it and pressed against it, and it rolled back a yard. On the second day we went a mile inward. On the way we found the ground literally covered with diamonds. Putting as many as we could get in our pockets, we sat down to rest. As we did so we saw an enormous man, as big as an elephant, coming 90 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL toward us. We did not lose much time in boarding our air- ship, and were soon gliding towards home. When we reached the earth, we were millionaires for the rest of our lives. J. Henry Bennett, Prep. lurtfh ®r?a0urf. One day, like the followers of Aeneas, weary of the world and its many cares, I put this question to a friend of no little experience, “What is there to do here in this dead town? I guess I’ll go to Central America and become an insurrecto.” In the deliberate manner that so characterized him, my friend answered, “That same germ of not-having-anything-in- particular-to-do once crept into my system, but I rid myself of it with a remedy far different from the one that you justj mentioned. You might search for buried treasure.” “Did you?” “Yes, I did, though you probably never thought it of me; and what is even stranger I found it : — indeed, I found so much of it that at present I am possessed of more wealth than i easily reckoned.” “You are? Well, I never would have thought so; but with my luck, I couldn’t possibly find anything but lemons.” “But,” my friend rejoined, “this search does not depend on luck or anything of that nature. If you will ‘lend me your ears’ I shall recount for your benefit the story of my searchi for buried treasure that has occupied me during the last few years. Nor is this treasure even now near exhaustion, but like the fairy purse that always contained fifty crowns no matter how often it was emptied, this store is always being increased, as promptly as any is withdrawn.” “Is this a fairy tale,” I asked, interrupting him; “for I have known you for many years and yet I have never missed you THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 91 long enough to permit of your having made any very valuable discoveries.” “Just don’t worry, Jim, I shall explain everything in time. Having a spare hour or so one day, I began idly looking over some books at hand. The first name that caught my eye was Charles Dickens. ‘Dickens? Dickens?’ I thought, ‘what do I know about you ? O ! yes, you’re the old chap I’ve heard so much about.’ “I chose Nicholas Nickleby as a starter. And I must admit that, not being used to the ‘old chap,’ it struck me as pretty dry, until I was nearly half through it. Nevertheless, with the memory of the last four hundred or more pages, which were extremely interesting and full enough of action to satisfy the demands of the most exacting reader, still fresh in imy mind, I was easily persuaded to try another. After reading one or two more, I simply couldn’t quit until I had read nearly all of Dickens’ works. Truly I had uncovered a treasure of humor and pathos that had long been buried to me. “These works also awakened an interest in Dickens’ life. This proved very interesting and helpful to the understanding of his stories, as it described how Dickens caricatured anyone that he considered would serve his purpose, not even hesitating at his own father and mother, who, as is well known, are rep- resented in the immortal Micawbers. Wishing to know some- thing of the great author’s contemporaries, who were men- tioned in the sketch of his life, I came to read their lives also. In this manner, learning of the great successes attendant upon the publication of certain of their works, how could I become otherwise than fired with a desire to read books that had been widely read throughout the educated world and translated into many languages? “All this required several months, as I could not stop my other studies, even had I been so inclined. It rather increased 92 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL my zest for studying as well as getting my lessons for class. I picked up quite a bit of the historical collateral matter, the only way to thoroughly enjoy and understand my reading. At one time I even attempted to become intimate with the com- plex relations existing among the poetic immortals of mythol- ogy, but soon gave it up as beyond the comprehension of any normal being.” After a long pause, my friend continued: “The stories, at least most of them, that now appear in the magazines are of far too poor a quality to afford any enjoy- ment at all to the student of Dickens, Thackeray, Newman, Irving — I could go on down a never-ending list if time per- mitted. Scott and Cooper put an abundance of exciting action in their stories, but one is apt to find their very lengthy and minute descriptions rather tiresome. “Reading such works as those mentioned above, sometimes only a chapter a day, I passed that part of my leisure time, that I could not spend in more healthful pursuits. The value of such reading, if the works are studied as well as read, can not be fully appreciated. Whenever you have an extra half-hour or more to while away, pick up some good book, better a classic, and read a chapter or two. If you persevere in your attempts to become acquainted with the good writers on every occasion, it will not be long before you will seek an opportunity of obtaining that little extra time each day.” At first, needless to say, I was much disappointed in the trend of my friend’s advice, but by dint of much persuasion on his part I was at length prevailed upon to enter this, to me, an entirely strange and undeveloped field; and the pursuance of this task I found not as difficult as I had expected. There is without doubt such a treasure of inestimable value for every- one, and to be brought into use, only requires that it be raised from its deep grave. John A. Pollock, H. S., ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 93 Ollgb 3xttl mh The drama is declining. To the close observer there is apparent a marked difference between the tragedies of the ancient Greeks and the later day efforts of our modern play- wrights. Indeed, when we compare the works of Sophocles, the master of Greek Tragedy, with those of Clyde Fitch, the acknowledged leader of modern dramatists, we are forced to admit the superiority of the former over the latter. The modern stage demands plays and plenty of them. The ancient attempt at true art has been replaced by a machine that must grind out plays regularly and on time. The theatri- cal manager must have his plays at stated intervals and the, playwright must produce them irrespective of all else. To this fact can be attributed the decline of the drama. Lust for gain has supplemented all the other ends of authorship and the writing of plays has been reduced as much as possible to modern and mechanical methods. In such an age we find Fitch. In the course of his career Clyde Fitch was the author of some fifty-eight plays. Most of them were successful as modern success goes and brought handsome royalties to their author. Considered numerically, the productions easily excel those of Sophocles. When we consider what it means to produce a really great play, how much time and labor must be spent, how it takes, perhaps, years and years before even one play can be perfected in detail, the number is appalling. And yet the number of Fitch ' s plays must be considered as a fault to be condemned rather than a virtue to be praised. Even if every one of the plays were of his own genius, were the result of his own imagina- 94 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL tion and powers of authorship, which they were not, still we would have to blame him. For in the production of such a number little time was left for that care and attention that goes to make a tragedy a success. But Fitch cannot claim all these plays as his own. The best part of them were transla- tions from other languages embellished to suit the author’s taste ; some were taken from novels and reproduced in the style of Fitch. The combined effect of this whole array, if such a thing could be conceived, would not equal the effect produced by one of Sophocles’ weakest tragedies. And why? Because Fitch lacked one essential quality of the dramatist so marked in Sophocles; because he was one of the cogs in that modern play-machine that turns out plays after the fashion of a print- ing press; because in turning out such great numbers little time was left for the perfecting of any single one. Sophocles, on the other hand, was a tr ue dramatist. He knew his audi- ence and how his plot should be unfolded to them. He chose his own great themes. He did not look for what the public wanted, but having once conceived his tragedy he made it a want of the people, setting it forth in a manner pleasing to the people, producing his dramas when they were ready, not when they must be ready. But we should not lay too much blame upon Fitch. He had to labor under conditions and meet difficulties that were never known to Sophocles. The ancient writer had little or no competition, could write his plays of his own free choice, and last, but not least, could stage them according to the plan by which he had conceived them. His primary and sole end was to reach the hearts of his audience and he was at perfect liberty to choose his own means. Clyde Fitch, on the other hand, was hampered by many difficulties. His primary end should have been the same as THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 95 that of Sophocles, but was not. He had to write his plays to suit the play magnate; he had no choice. All his plays, to be a success, must pass that modern critic, the Broadway of New York. If a play was not successful there, it was doomed at once and could not tour the country. Then, too, Fitch had nothing whatever to do with the staging of his productions. Whole passages, whole acts even could be thrown out at the will of the stage manager, so that the play that reached the public might be but a faint imitation of the original. Aristotle once laid down the following as a definition of tragedy; ‘‘The Drama is of power by raising pity and fear or terror to purge the mind of those and kindred passions, that is to temper and reduce them to just measure with a kind of delight stirred up by reading or seeing those passions well imitated.” How do the works of Clyde Fitch measure up to this definition? His plays were good as is shown by the suc- cess that attended their production ; but were they of the same standard as those of Sophocles? To this we must answer “No.” His plays, in the first place, display a lack of the most essential element necessary for success, a deep insight into character. In none of his plays is found that keen sense of the traits and tendencies of the human mind displayed by Sophocles. Critics say that his words are superficial, and they have hit the nail on the head. Clyde Fitch was not gifted with a deep knowl- edge of human character. He knew what Broadway wanted and was gifted with a ready and pleasing flow of language and a striking power of expression ; but the noble and awe-inspir- ing plot, the grand and princely characters, the interesting and fascinating exposition, these are not found in the same full measure as they are in Sophocles. Sophocles, on the other hand, was gifted with the deepest insight into human character. And therein lay his success. 96 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Far above Clyde Fitch or any of the modern writers he knew human nature and built his plays with a perfect knowledge of the effect they would produce. He knew the traditions and beliefs cherished by his people, their weaknesses and tenden- cies, the things they reverenced and the things they despised ; and with a genius far superior to any of our later day writers, he gave to the Grecian stage such tragedies as the “Oedipus Tyrannus,” “Electra,” and “Antigone.” He chose his subjects with care and precision, that is entirely wanting in Fitch. The subjects were drawn from circum- stances and crises that surrounded his people at the time, sub- jects that were of the greatest importance apart from the fact that they were dramatized. The drama of Sophocles, moreover, is simple. All the action is concentrated around the one critical point. All efforts are directly towards it; nothing enters into the play that is not conducive to its proper presentation. When we compare the simple and concise form of Sophocles with the complex and elaborated efforts of Fitch, and the true art of the one with the weak attempt of the other, we cannot help but admire the superiority of the ancient over the modern. But the one great secret of Sophocles’ success was his por- trayal of characters. To all playwrights this is of the utmost importance. If the public does not love the characters; if the characters do not appeal to them or arouse their sympathy or admiration, then the play is a failure. Sophocles was per- fect in this. In all his tragedies the characters are the high- est and the noblest according to the Greek standard. “The noble living and the noble dead” has been aptly quoted with regard to the characters of Sophocles. The greatness and nobleness of the characters make neces- sary a truly great drama in which to expose them. Having once conceived such elegant and noble characters, destinies PREPARATORY CLASS. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 97 equally high and noble must be sought by them, actions fit- ting and worthy, performed by them. And thus Sophocles gave to the world his mighty tragedies; — tragedies that were the admiration of the Greeks of his own time, and that even now in their translations are the marvel and wonders of the present day. Sophocles’ works have stood the test of ages ; those of Clyde Fitch, practically speaking, scarcely survived the life of their own author. In one we find the lasting, all-sustaining art; in the other, some art it is true, but an art that builds not for all time, but for the people of the hour. In Fitch we find a versatile genius for pleasing the people and catering to their wants and desires, a genius that gave rise to plays that could only last a season; in Sophocles, the Greek of long ago, long before our advanced civilization, we find a genius that could build tragedies, grand and noble, lasting as an ever present monument to the greatness of the mind that gave them birth, and a living testimony of the marked superiority of the ancient over the modern drama. C. H. Foley, ’ll. If you watch a baseball pitcher. You will presently be shown That every little movement Has a meaning of its own. W. Ady Streett, H. S., ’14. 98 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL WxpixtiQB Mr. Rudyard Kipling is a broad subject. When we narrow him down to his verse there are still numberless ways of ap- proaching him. That is because he has genius, even though that genius be decadent, as G. K. Chesterton asserts. It is also because he is a literary phenomenon in himself, and has sung both truly and falsely in a far fiercer and more earnest vein than is consonant with modern indifference. In fact his poetry is more truly such than most nauseating imitators of Shelley, Swinburne and Co. would be willing to admit. More- over, he has written light verse, but his lightest is not half so feathery as the serious lyrics of the present poet laureate. That he did not write his Indian pieces merely to perpetuate some clever doggerel, he himself assures us : “I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people’s mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise. And ye know what the jest is worth.” This furnishes us with a starting point. Kipling did indeed jest when he wrote the “Departmental Ditties,” but it was a very complex sort of mirth, for though he laughed unmerci- fully, he laughed also at himself as a part of it all. He laid bare with a cold impartiality the sores and ulcers of human nature, its meanness and its comtemptibility, and at the same time he felt the reducing influence of those motives which he dissected. There is no bitterness in his keen analysis of what is going on under the surface of polite society at Simla. On the contrary, as we have already said, he is very much amused. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 99 He has a keen realization of social sin, but he is too much of a citizen of the world to feel any burning indignation when it is violated, but rather treats the injustice as a humorous sort of thing, and chuckles over the way it will be set right at that dread hour: “ when the Last Great Bugle Call Adown the Hurnai throbs. When the last grim joke is entered In the big black Book of Job’s. — ” Kipling often speaks of the day of wrath, and with him it is always a “Dies Irae” in sooth. He is forever looking to those on the left-hand of the Throne, who are to depart into everlasting fire, and has no eye for the just entering into the kingdom prepared for them. Now this is an essential note in Kipling’s usual philosophy; I say usual philosophy with full intent, for there are times when he rises to higher flights, to the essential optimism of Christianity; in short when Kipling is no longer Kipling and becomes the open, simple-hearted man that he might be, if he were not so bound by the close- fitting shackles of cosmopolitanism, — to borrow the ideas of Gilbert K. Chesterton. His ordinary view of the ultimate things of life is pretty well summed up in the two lines of verse with which he concludes that strange and fearful story, “At the End of the Passage:” “There may be heaven — there must be hell; Meantime, there is our life here. We — ell?” And he informs us that none of the characters in the story had any answer to the question ; which is quite natural, as the brain from which they sprung seemed to have none. It is not a very far cry from this little couplet to the following quatrain : 100 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes, And He that toss’d you down into the Field, He knows about it all — He knows — He knows.’’ In fact there is more than a hint of the pessimistic East in the poetry of the man who wants to be so exclusively Anglo- Saxon, and who laid down the iron-bound maxim : “Oh, the East is East, and the West is West, and never the twain shall meet. Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God’s great Judgment Seat.” Kipling, like Omar, does not see things through rose-colored glasses, but he is at least definite when he speaks of perdition. The author of the “Rubaiyat” is exceedingly hazy even on that subject, and here is where the Western spirit really distin- guishes the Englishman. He is always vigorous, even in his transgressions, and in that, is more like Roosevelt than Mo- hammed or Buddha. Could we imagine Omar Khayyam apostrophizing the seductive charms of his native Orient in such ringing verse as this? “Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst. Where there aren’t no Ten Commandments, an’ a man can raise a thirst; For the temple-bells are callin’, an’ it’s there that I would be — By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ lazy at the sea — ” But the limitations to Rudyard Kipling’s mind and heart are nowhere so plain as in the “Betrothed.” That famous line which is relished so much by tobacco-worshipping bache- lors is a very mean and ingenious piece of deceit: THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 101 “ — A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.’’ It is deceitful because it gives Mr. Kipling’s side of the question in the most glowing terms, and utterly suppresses all evidence to the contrary. It is partly false and partly true, and because it has an element of truth in it, it is very likely to hoodwink the reader. The betrothed has done all justice to his cigar in enumerating its good qualities, but he has ignored all those of his sweetheart and emphasized only her failings. It is perfectly true that a good cigar is a smoke; it is more than that, it is all the complimentary things that Kip- ling has said about it : ‘‘Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes. Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close.” And all the rest. But it is not perfectly true that a woman is only a woman. A woman is a beautiful and wondrous thing among the foremost works of the Creator in this mundane sphere ; she is something to be prized, something to be fought for — the earthly happiness of the unselfish and manly — but lest I be accused of any maudlin ravings on the matter I quote with all reverence from Genesis : “And the Lord God said : It is not good for man to be alone : let us make him a help like unto himself.” In the face of these words of the Almighty, Kipling has considerable confidence in himself to voice such sentiments as these : “White hands cling to the tightened rein. Slipping the spur from the booted heel, Tenderest voices cry, ‘Turn again,’ Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel. High hopes faint on a warm hearthstone — He travels the fastest who travels alone.” 102 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Nevertheless he has not failed to abstract the good that he found in Oriental life. In that narrative of human interest called “Beyond the Pale” there is a lyric of three stanzas that recalls the wild plaintiveness, the soft, yet intense melancholy of Byron’s “Bride of Abydos.” Let those who deny that Kip- ling can write poetry of the highest order read these verses, which are worth quoting in full: “Alone upon the housetops, to the North I turn and watch the lightning in the sky, — The glamour of thy footsteps in the North, Come back to me, Beloved, or I die ! “Below my feet the still bazar is laid Far, far below the weary camels lie, — The camels and the captives of thy raid, Come back to me. Beloved, or I die ! “My father’s wife is old and harsh with years. And drudge of all my father’s house am I. — My bread is sorrow and my drink is tears. Come back to me. Beloved, or I die ! The lines above are not elaborate; the diction is simple, if not bare, but we have all the direct force of the barbarian passion, all the pathos and subtle realization of beauty in nature and ordinary things that is granted to the Eastern heart in place of what is denied it. This is one of the highest achievements of the poet — to interpret humanity in all its phases of race and civilization and weave its feelings into the passive loveliness of inanimate things. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 103 This song of the lovelorn maiden is certainly true poetry, and yet it would be unjust to its author to say that he is only poetic in flights of this kind. Chesterton notes as one of his chief virtues the fact that he can read the romance of com- mon things such as steam and slang, and feel the poetry of everyday life. Whether his rhymes are impregnated with the oaths and tobacco smoke of the guard-room, whether th ey sing of club life in English India and the “little cards for little drinks at Mess,” or set forth the pleasures, the penalties, and the various expedients more or less moral of Simla society, they are filled with the pure joy of living, with the sense of beauty in all things. All these things are suited to poetry, and Kipling might be called the first English poet who discovered that extremely evident fact. Tommy Atkins or Mulvarney is as much suited to be the theme of a fiery ballad as was Lord Nelson. In fact there is something of the hidden beauty of things in their picturesque characters that might be lacking to the hero of the Nile. “Places of resting green for poets made” are surely worthy of the Muse, but so are the soft strains of waltzes at Viceregal Lodge. In all seriousness, Kipling has the wonderful universality of great genius. He is good for anything from the “Recessional” to “The Sergeant’s Wedding.” Nothing is too trivial or too large for his pen. Love and fighting, death and revelry, sin and exalted virtue are all mixed throughout his verse in the same chaos and yet the same startling distinctness that they are in life itself. He is the poet of life, of leaping, throbbing humanity that suffers and achieves and does heroic acts, and lies and laughs on the brink of the grave. He is indeed an impressionist, for his work is stamped with the deeds and passions of his fellow men. He often goes wrong in his inter- pretation of those deeds and passions and of their ultimate meaning, but at the bottom he is always in sympathy with 104 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL them, and here he shows himself the truly great cosmopolitan. He is most happy when he is at work, and his work is paint- ing mankind. There will be no such question asked of him at the Golden Gate as was put to his creation, Tomlinson: “By the worth of the body that once ye had, give answer — what ha’ ye done?” C. S. Lerch, ’ll. Htfr at tiff Olatlfnlir rlfonl. Stepping off of the train at “Beautiful Cliff Haven,” one finds a very pretty view stretching away before the eyes. Look- ing up, a sign is seen on the station, with the words “Cath- olic Summer School,” imprinted on its rain-worn sides. Cot- tages are spread all around the grounds, and in the middle is the central dining hall or restaurant. A gentle slope carries the adventurous person to the shores of a lake where row- boats may be procured, and then some fish, if you have patience. At four o’clock in the afternoon every person takes a plunge in the cooling water of the marvelous lake, which was dis- covered by Samuel de Champlain, and is consequently named after him. Beautiful walks skirt the shores, leading down to the boat dock, where Lake steamers stop three times a day. Directly back of the boat dock, and on the side of a small slope, is situated the Champlain Club. It is a very odd build- ing, and has an annex which is separated from the main build- ing by about twenty or thirty yards. Wide porches surround both the main building and its tributary. REV. RICHARD A. FLEMING, S. J., Prefect of Studies. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 105 Nestled among the cottages is the chapel where our dear Lord is rarely alone. Holy Mass is celebrated every morning from half-past five until nine. There are rails and rails of daily communicants, a most beautiful sight. There are nine altars in the chapel and a great many mornings every one is in use at one time. The pews are made of plain pine ; — in fact, the whole building is made of the same wood. Nevertheless it is very pretty. At ten o’clock on Sunday morning a high mass is celebrated and the chapel is taxed to its capacity. From the steps a view of the lake and swimming-hole may be seen. The sports include golf, tennis, swimming, bathing, rowing, pool, billiards, bowling and baseball. The Angelus is rung at 8 A. M., noon and six in the evening. When the first tones of the bell float through the air every man, woman and child in the place drops whatever he is doing, and for a few minutes bows his head in prayer. Every evening the Rosary is recited at seven o’clock in the chapel. Crowds come to praise God and Our Lady. On Wednesday the Holy Hour is celebrated from seven until eight, and is followed by benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. Social life then holds sway. All in all, the Catholic Summer School is as fine a place for education, religious observance, and enjoyable social intercourse as there is in the country. F. Watts Forman, H. S., ’14. lEJiUnriaL Loyola College Annual in its four years of existence, twice has had the sad office of mourning the death of a president. The lovable man under whose direction the An- nual was begun, the late Reverend W. G. Read Mullan, S. J., lived to see but two numbers of the year-book. The very first issue of the Annual regretted his premature withdrawal from office through sickness, and in last year’s Annual came the sad tidings of his death. In the Annual of the present year our burden of sorrow is told for the tragic death of Rev. Father Brady. This blow in its shocking suddenness, was undoubtedly the greatest calam- 106 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 107 ity that ever befell our College. Heavier toll never yet was demanded of a small college, that was just emerging from its period of struggle. But who shall say the hand of God is too hard upon us? He has shown His love in demanding of us a sacrifice, which He called upon His own chosen few in Jerusalem to make on the day of Calvary. He permitted His Divine Son to live but three short years with His Infant Church, and then withdrew Him from their midst. His memory and influence, however, did not grow cold and dead with His Sacred Body. These lived on and grew ever stronger, until they have built the Catholic Church that circles the world today. And so by this memory and influence of the two noble men, our two last presidents, must we, who remain behind, carry on the work they died for. Close to each other their bodies rest in the simple graves at Woodstock. But their spirit of loyalty and devotion to the college they loved lives on and must be kept alive by us. To all that their living voices urged us to do for the welfare and prosperity of Loyola College, the memory of their dead faces will keep us faithful. Each poured out life itself in the endeavor to raise Loyola College to the place it should hold among the colleges of Baltimore, and we cannot let so noble a spirit of labor find us unresponsive. We must live up to the silent doctrine preached by those two priestly lives. We students and friends of Loyola College were the charges committed to their care, and how they loved and labored for us, their deaths tell with an undeniable voice. For us they laid down their lives. And now, when face to face with the living God, can they ever forget the children whose names were always on their lips when they stood before the Sacramental God on the altar? 108 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL In speaking of the present position of Loyola College we cannot omit a name that always will be associated with that of Rev. Father Brady in this regard. Indeed our late president would demand that this tribute be paid to his prefect of studies, Rev. Richard A. Fleming, S. J. He was a most efficient co- worker with Father Brady in everything that concerned the welfare of our college. And in all matters of studies or discipline that came before the president, the inevitable last word was “See Father Prefect about that.’ And we, who have spent our last college years under the guidance of Father Fleming know the value of his advice. It was not to praise us always that he called us before him. But whether he summoned us to praise or blame, he was always a friend. As editors of the Annual, moreover we wish to say a word of tribute to Father Fleming’s great part in its origin and growth. The very first number of the year-book won a place in the foremost rank of Jesuit College publications. Behind the success, was the fine taste and experience of the first Moderator. And last year by dint of hard work that never appeared, he raised the financial standing to a safer footing. “Diu intersis,” Father Fleming, for the continuance of the new life and growth you have done so much to foster in Loyola College. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 109 Mr. 3vmtxB 3 . " D Y the sudden and lamentable death of Mr. Francis O. Goldbach, S. J., on April 10, Georgetown College lost an efficient and laborious teacher, and Loyola College a graduate v hose record in her halls was excellent in every detail. Since the day he left St. Michael’s School to enter Loyola, in September, 1893, his reports give testimony to his close application and success. In fact his position in class always was at the head or close to it. But his winning character and the leading part he took in athletics and in all college activities, won for him at the same time gen- eral popularity. And any success which the young Francis Goldbach achieved was always accompanied by the good will and admiration of his college mates. He was considered unusually good as an elocutionist. In the first drama produced in the new Loyola College Hall he played the title role of ‘‘Sebastian.” And in his senior year he won the Lee medal for elocution. He closed his college career in 1900 with high honors and in August of the same year entered the Society of Jesus. Generosity and courtesy were the dominating traits of his intercourse with his religious brethren. And although in the course of his studies at Woodstock, he suffered from a very painful disability, no one ever found him anything but smil- ingly patient and considerate of others. Only once, and that after his affliction had been alleviated did he speak of this period of his life ; and then but to say, “Only God and myself know what I suffered.” no THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The heroism of his death was fully in keeping with the spirit of his life. Since his appointment to Georgetown College in August, 1907, he was noted for his close application to the work of teaching and his gentle treatment of his scholars. In fact it was to oblige one of these that he consented after long entreaty to join the canoeing party that ended so fatally. And as he was ever considerate of the welfare of others during his life, so his death was due to an heroic act of self-sacrifice. Truly may it be said of him that “greater love no man hath, that he lay down his life for his friend.” Mr. Goldbach spent some years of his college life under the guidance of Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J., as Prefect of Studies. The interest and pride of the Reverend Prefect in the young college boy, continued and increased for him when a young religious. And the closeness in time and the same sudden nature of their deaths, strengthen our hope that Prefect and scholar are more intimately joined now than ever in life. May eternal light shine upon them. GERALD ROMAINE WINAND. OR the first time in nearly six years death recently vis- ited our College ranks. After a brief illness, Gerald Romaine Winand, of Second Year High School, passed away on December lOth. He was born on October 3rd, 1896, and entered Loyola as a “prep” three years ago. During his stay among us, his companions found him an agreeable comrade, and his teachers a respectful student. In the best sense of the word he was a good boy. The funeral took place from the Immaculate Conception Church at 9 A. M. on the 12th, and was attended by his class and a number of the Faculty. May he rest in peace. To Gerald’s bereaved family the College tenders its sincere sympathy, and wishes to assure them that their boy will not be forgotten within the walls of his last school-days. R. A. F. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 111 (Eift g rlj00l flag. LTHOUGH the College Dramatic Society did not, for several reasons, present to its numerous patrons its an- nual Christmas play, nevertheless the interest in dramatics was not allowed to lag in the least. The well-earned reputa- tion which Loyola has always enjoyed in this field was ably upheld by the High School students, who, for the first time in the history of the College, appeared before the public in a production all their own; and the expectant audiences that thronged the College Auditoriurri on the nights of December 14 and 15, were, to say the least, pleased and surprised by the ambitious performance they had witnessed. “The Crimson Robe” was the play selected for the initial production of these, our future stars; and the enthusiasm that greeted it proved that the choice had been a wise one. For many of the “actors” it was the first appearance, but that did not deter them; and one and all went through their dif- ferent parts like “ old hands” at the game. Their work through- out, too, showed evidence of careful coaching; and too much credit cannot be accorded to the Moderator, Mr. Edward P. Duffy, S. J., for the manner in which he trained them and brought them up to their highest standard. The cast of characters was as follows: Ebenezer Packingham, From Kansas City, Richard B. Klitch, H. S., ’13. Charles Packingham, Harvard, ’10, Lawrence V. Bowers, H. S., ’13. P. Reginald Packingham, A Poet, William J. Keating, H. S., ’12. 112 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Jim Packingham, His Pop’s Boy, August B. Haneke, H. S., ’13. A Little Shaver, A Theosophic Barber, George B. Loden, H .S. ’12. J. Archibald Van Bibber, of the “400, ”J. Bart Muth, H. S., 11. Rev. James Tweedles, An African Missionary, G. Albert Peters, Special. Tom Valentine, An Old Friend, J. Neil Corcoran, H. S., ’12. Joseph, the Butler, Generally in the Way, Joseph J. McEvoy, H. S. ’13. Bill Finnerty, Of the Traffic Squad, John A. Buchness, H. S ., ’ll. Richard B. Klitch, as Ebenezer Packingham, from Kansas City, who is trying to break into society, gave a very credit- able rendering of his part, and promises to be, with a little ex- perience, one of the future stars of Loyola. His acting was ably supported by Lawrence V. Bowers, as Charles Packing- ham, Ebenezer’s nephew, who is attending Harvard. He handled his rather difficult position in an admirable way, and surprised everyone by his facility and ease of manner. In the character of “A Little Shaver, a Theosophic Barber,” around whom the plot verges, George B. Loden showed great talent, passing through the different stages of his varying character with the skill and grace of an “old timer.” Joseph, the Butler, was ably portrayed by Joseph J. McEvoy ; and the rest of the cast, although not having the same chance to display their powers, were excellent, and helped to make the whole affair the great success that it was. The High School play has come, been seen, and has con- quered ; it is here to stay. And judging from the expressions of satisfaction heard on all sides, the next production will be awaited with eagerness and anticipation. August J. Bourbon, ’14. 1 " fc -.C ' . THE CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 113 OI0 (BvnhmUB. Adieu, dear friends and sharers of my youth, Your life-way take with hearts still glowing; May prudence, fortitude and noble truth Walk with ye, while the years are flowing. In ploughman’s simple phrase “God give ye speed,” And for each doubt, a true adviser. And may each change of wealth or sudden need Leave ye the better men and wiser. C. J. Molloy, 1914. 114 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ParagrapIfH Jfram pninrs IftBtarg. We have had as eventful and honorable a journey through the halls of Loyola as any class of the later years. Prominence in college and class affairs is but one of our list of virtues. And in every change that has been worked for the betterment of Loyola some Senior or other has played a leading part. On September 9th, 1903, our first day in the college, our Reverend Vice-President, who since has acted twice as our Rector, Rev. Joseph J. McLoughlin, S. J., introduced himself to us as our professor. We numbered 30 then ; ' we number 6 now. All hail to the tried and trusty survivors. In the autumn of 1904 we returned for our second year. The many “postings” by Mr. Toohey, S. J., and the strong attraction which “Jug” had for some of us, made us feel very much “at home” at Loyola during this second year. During this year, Mr. John E. McQuade, S. J., taught the class, and the recollections of this period would make a pleasant volume. The old students of Loyola no doubt remember the lunch counter that was started in the fall of 1904. The picture of the stacks of sandwiches, pies and cakes, under which the fragile counter bent will linger with the writer as long as he lives. The rule of pa3mient was “Take and give.” In 1905, the class succeeded in making history at Loyola. One illustrious member — since withdrawn — formed an informal society called “Bouleto”. That the name signified nothing at all never affected the boys. It sounded well — and was mysterious; and that sufficed. It flourished most when there was most snow on the ground. After four years of “pushing” activity, it died out. At Christmas of this year, the class issued what may be called “the Pioneer for the Annual.” It contained stories, poetry, and class remarks, and produced a special number for the anniversary of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 115 proclamation of the Immaculate Conception. Mr. McQuade, S. J., was the inspiration of this little volume. And at this time too, vve did our part towards the erection of the beautiful statue, known and loved by every succeeding Loyola boy. The next two years, under Mr. Fremgen, S. J., for the first and Mr. O’Maila, S. J., and Rev. Father LaFarge, S. J., for the second year, passed with surprising serenity. Our short acquaintance with Rev. Father Mullan, made us realize what a great man he was to lose. During the second term of Sophomore year was formed the famous Newton Athletic Club, the Na. Cl., that we will long remember. But our numbers were sadly depleted by this time and the events of the succeeding year did not tend to increase them. But all in all, as we stand on the threshold now, we see our past career in a very happy lig;ht. Our trials and tribulations have been many, but likewise our pleasures have been far from few. Spots there were, and rough spots there are, in the characters of each of us; but the joltings, the knocking, the grinding, as it were, of these “spots” against the emory wheel of authority, has served, if not entirely air least in some part, to remove their roughness. Do they regret the “postings” of Mr. Toohey? Not the men of the class of eleven! Rather they form the pith of many a stirring tale of former years. And how do they regard the terrible jug-book, once in the possession of Mr. McQuade? How? All the friends, nay, all the acquaintances, even, of the present class, know in what reverence the memory of this “little black book” is held. Even the thrice dreaded “Ides of March” have passed into that dim chamber where they can only be called a memory. So the Senior, like the swim- mer, has arrived at the end of the pier and is about to step off into the water. Will he sink? Will he swim? Alas! only the future can tell. However, he has, like the swimmer, the happy shore of the past to look back upon, while he struggles with the ever yawning jaws of death in the depths of the sea. If he paddles around in the shallows near the shore, he will be called a failure; if he ventures far 116 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL out— out of sight of the land, — will he be a success? We hope sol Should a storm overtake him, should an adverse wind repel him, should the rushing tide carry him, exhausted and weak, upon the shore, we can only ask you, gentle reader, to remember how hope- ful he was as he stood upon the end of the pier. J. A. C., ’ll. Ipu. 3ostpl Jl. J. In connection with the passing of the present Senior Class from Loyola, a word of tribute must be paid tO ' their first professor and his subsequent part in the history of the College. The Rev. Joseph J. McLoughlin, S. J., until recently the acting Rector of Loyola, guided our seniors through the difficulties that beset the first year at college. Nor has he ever lost interest in his first class, though for six years his work has been apart from college labors. Since 1905, he has held the office of assistant superior, but his term has not been without its losses and burdens. Twice during that time, he has beeit called upon to continue the work of a president, when death had deprived us of a head. And the distressing circumstances that surrounded the death of Rev. Father Brady, were particularly severe upon his vice-president. Father McLoughlin is noted for his promptness and care in admin- istering to the needs of the sick and dying. But the consolation of preparing a beloved Rector for death was denied him and the depriv- ation as we all know, was a grievous affliction. All appreciated his loss, and the sympathy shown to him at that sorrowful time was universal and heartfelt. The character in which the students of Loyola will remember Father McLouglin best is undoubtedly as a confessor. “Go to Father McLoughlin” has grown to be a by-vvord among them. Week after week, the same long line forms at his confessional! and will continue to form as long as he directs the souls of Loyola students. The Loyola Literary Society meets weekly for the purpose of de- bating, reading and elocution. The Society has been very successful this year, owing to the spirit manifested by the students and the co-operation of Fr. Moderator and Mr. President in choosing appro- priate subjects for debate. It is largely due to them that the meetings have kept up to the high standard already set. The aim of the Society is to make the students at home in public speaking and to afford them an intelligent knowledge of current events. Formerly the meetings were held merely for debate, but this .year Fr. Moderator has added reading and elocution, which two help to obtain the final end of the Society. Many widely discussed subjects were debated this year, among them, “The West Segregation Ordinance,” “Reciprocity,” “The Bene- fits of Primaries” and many literary topics. The greatest spirit was shown in the preliminary debates. In all there were fourteen volun- teers for the preliminaries. Fathers Kelly and Fleming acted as judges and chose Messrs. P. Brown and F. X. Kearney, of the class of 1911, and E. Hanrahan and F. Linthicum, of the class of 1912, as speakers on the final debate. The Annual Public Debate was held in the College Auditorium on May 3rd. The subject of the debate was: Resolved, “That a Constitutional Amendment should be secured by which the senators shall be elected by the direct vote of the people.” The speakers were: First Affirmative — F. X. Kearney, 11. First Negative — W. P. Brown, Jr., 11. Second Affirmative — F. H. Linthicum, 12. Second Negative — E. J. Hsinrahan, 12. 117 118 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Rev. A. J. Donlon, S. J., Thomas O’Neill, Esq., and Mr. John A. Boyd, A. B., Loyola, ’96, were the judges. There was an appreciative audience present and they acknowledged the debaters’ work by en- thusiastic applause. The judges’ decision gave Mr. Frederick H. Linthicum, ’12 the medal. Mr. Linthicum also had the honor of being on the winning side, Mr. F. X. Kearney being his colleague. Praise must also be given to the members of the negative side for their well-written and well-spoken debates. We, the members of the Loyola Literary Society, owe Rev. Father- Moderator a vote of thanks for the time and labor he has devoted to us. Nothing was left undone by him which would better the wel- fare of the students. There is much regret felt by the students that Mr. Lerch, the president of the Society, owing to the death of our beloved Rector, was unable to appear in the oratorial contest which was held at Johns Hopkins. We feel sure he would have covered himself with glory. We hope the Society will continue in its present standing and cultivate the oratorical powers of its members as it has done in the past. The officers of the Society were: Rev. George E. Kelly, S. J., Moderator. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. President. Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12, Vice-President T. Aquin Keelan, ’13, Secretary. Jerome H. Joyce, Jr., ’14, Treasurer. T. A. K., Sec. Under the Reverend Moderator, Father Fortier, the Senior Sodality enjoyed one of the most successful years of its existence. That the members made an earnest effort to honor Our Lady can be verified from the following excerpt from the minutes of the Secretary: “Dur- ing the Christmas holidays Reverend Father Rector, Father Brady, inspected the minute book of the Secretary, and appended the follow- ing to the last report: I am well pleased with the faithful attend- ance of the members, I praise the faithful record of the Secretary and I admire the opportune topics of the Reverend Moderator, the Rector.” The custom of receiving Holy Communion on the Rector’s feast day was lived up to in every respect by the members of the Senior Sodality, as every one was present. The officers for the year were: Prefect, first term, Chas. Neuner; second term, Chas. Neuner. An innovation in the time of the Sodality meeting was introduced this year by Rev. Fr. Fortier. The meetings were set for 8.30 on Tuesday mornings instead of in the afternoon. The talks at all these meetings by the Rev. Moderator were’ timely and very interesting. And the regularity of the minutes speak well for the fidelity of the Secretary. All in all, the Sodality seems to have been one of the most successful organizations of the college during the past year. THE OFFICERS OF THE SODALITY. 1910-1911. FIRST TERM. Prefect — Charles J. Neuner, Tl. 1st Ass’t. — Francis X. Kearney, ’ll. 2nd Ass’t. — Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12. Secretary — James A. Clark, ’12. Treasurer — Henry Scanlan, ’13. Sacristan — T. Aquin Keelan, ’13. 119 120 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL SECOND TERM. Prefect — Charles J. Neuner, ’ll. 1st Ass’t. — Francis X. Kearney, ’ll. 2nd Ass’t. — William Bowes, ’12. Secretary — James A. Clark, ’ll. Treasurer — T. Aquin Keelan, ’13. Sacristan — W. Paul Brown, ’ll. Reverend Moderator — M. L. Fortier, S. J. J REV. JOSEPH J. McLOUGHLIN, S. J., Vice-President. - ATF IC nTtes ■ " - yio c : otx c z: yxx THE VARSITY TEAM. Loyola opened its season with two victories, one from the Sterlings and one from the Astorias, two of the strongest club teams in the city. The game with the Naval Academy five at Annapolis was a walk-over for the future admirals, who won out by the score of 49 to 11. In the first game in the Loyola gymnasium with Mount St. Joseph’s, Loyola won out by the score of 41 to 3. The next game was with Delaware College at Newark, Del. The Delaware five handled Loyola rather roughly and almost won out. Loyola managed, however, to bring home a victory. From this game until the latter part of February Loyola went to pieces. Mount St. Mary’s, St. John’s and Gallaudet each defeated Loyola with ease. The next game, with Georgetown in Washington, saw a big change in the team. The game was a close one and the team played in its usual form. Loyola won the next game from the Lancaster High School, and Georgetown came to Baltimore for its second game. Loyola lost out in the last two minutes of play. The closing game with St. John’s was by far the best of the season. Immediately after the close of its season the team met and elected Jerome H. Joyce captain of next season’s five. Loyola scored 228 points during its season and its opponents scored 259. The record of the games played during its season is as follows: November 30 — Loyola College, 24; Astorias, 8. December 7 — Loyola College, 22; Sterlings, 10. December 17 — Loyola College, 11; United States Naval Academy, 49. 121 122 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL January 7 — Loyola College, 41; Mount St. Joseph’s College, 3. January 11 — Loyola College, 24; Delaware College, 23. January 14 — Loyola College, 11; St. John’s College, 37. January 19 — Loyola College, 9; Mount St. Mary’s College, 36. January 21 — Loyola College, 15; Georgetown University, 33. February 4 — Loyola College, 21; Gallaude t College, 23. February 11 — Loyola College, 20; Lancaster High School, 10. February 25 — Loyola College, 17; Georgetown University, 23. March A — Loyola College, 13; St. John’s College, 4. Loyola’s total, 228; other teams’ total, 259. THE HIGH SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM. Despite the fact that the High School basketball team of 1910-11 was composed mostly of players who had never played on a regular team before, and that the schedule included the best club teams of Baltimore and college teams of both Washington and Annapolis, nevertheless the team made a record which neither the college team nor any team of the High School department equaled. The games played at the beginning of the season were with local club teams. Of all the club teams played there was only one which defeated the High School, the Tiger A. C., which turned the trick in the second game of the season. However the High School team defeated this club in the second game and the Tiger A. C. forfeited the deciding game of the series of three. It may be well to mention here that the High School defeated the Astoria Reserves and tied in the second game. This club team, which last year called themselves the Gar- retts, tied once with the High School team last year and in the sec- ond game they defeated us. This year, moreover, the Loyola High School team was the only team which attempted to win the interscholastic championship of the city from the Baltimore City College. Although the High School team came to grief, yet nothing else was expected, for our college team was defeated by teams representing that same institution every time until the season of 1909-10. There v ere no other scholastic teams in the city with which games could be arranged. As a consequence games had to be arranged with teams of Washington and Annapolis, which were much stronger than high school teams usually are. For instance, a game was played with THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 123 the Georgetown Preps, who have been the interscholastic champions of the District of Columbia for years. Two games were played with the Catholic University Freshmen and as could have been expected their greater experience and weight brought them victory. Two games were also played with the St. John’s College Reserves. Al- though they defeated the High School team at Annapolis, yet the unexpected happened when the High School team defeated the same team at home. To complete in brief the account of the High School team for the past season the following may be interesting: the team played twenty-four games, won fifteen, lost eight and tied one. The team was composed of the following players: Forwards, Charles Strom- berg, John Scheurich and Henry Clarke; center, Francis Ruppel; de- fence, John A. Buchness and J. Vincent Brooks. The number of points made by the team was an even 400, against 329 made by their opponents. The scores of the games played were as follows: November 3 — L. H. S., 29; Imperials, 2. November 5 — L. H. S., 7; Tiger A. C., 12. November 10 — L. H. S., 26; Clover Reserves, 9. November 19 — L. H. S., 24; Dixie A. C., 4. November 23 — L. H. S., 33; O’Neills, 8. December 3 — L. H. S., 7; Tiger A. C., 2. December 10 — L. H. S., 24; Hamilton C. C., 16. December 17 — L. H. S., 24; Alhambras, 3. December 21 — L. H. S., 20; Astoria Reserves, 17. January 4 — L. H. S., 2; O’Neills, 0. January 7 — L. H. S., 22; St. John’s Reserves, 26. January 18 — L. H. S., 28; Hamilton C. C., 4. January 21 — L. H. S., 2; Tiger A. C., 0. January 26 — L. H. S., 8; C. Y. M. C. A. Business Boys, 46. January 28 — L. H. S., 8; Catholic University Freshmen, 12. January 31 — L. H. S., 8; Alhambras, 7. February 1 — L. H. S., 12; Astoria Reserves, 12. February 3 — L. H. S., 20; Baltimore City College, 27. February 11 — L. H. S., 10; Catholic University Freshmen, 22. February 16 — L. H. S., 2; Fourth Regiment, 0. February 18 — L. H. S., 28; St. John’s Reserves, 13. 124 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL February 25 — L. H. S., 18; Georgetown Preps, 30. March 3 — L. H. S., 17; Baltimore City College, 44. March 8 — L. H. S., 21 ; 3£Unt Five, 13. John A. Buchness, H. S., ’ll. Manager. THE JUNIOR FIVE. The Junior team of the High School also had an excellent season. They played 12 games, winning 8. The four games they lost only after a hard struggle and the team is proud of its record. The Juniors scored 207 points during their season against their opponents’ 140. The members of the team are some of the smallest students in the High School and they played a very good game. Their knowledge was equal and superior to many of the older players in the High School and they handled the ball very cleverly, their only drawback being in weight. The members of the team were: Corcorar, right forward; Keelan, left forward; Tormey and Haneke, centr es; Reith and Golder, right defense; Coolahan, left defense. The record of the team is as follows: November 23 — Loyola Juniors, 6; Tiger Reserves, 10. November 30 — Loyola Juniors, 13; Colum.bia Athletic Club, 11. December 3 — Loyola Juniors, 15; Severn Midgets, 14. December 7 — Loyola Juniors, 18; Cloverettes, 12. December 10 — Loyola Juniors, 21; Columbia Athletic Club, 24. December 14 — Loyola Juniors, 17; Severn Midgets, 10. December 16 — Loyola Juniors, 14; Tiger Reserves, 9. January 8 — Loyola Juniors, 28; O’Neil ?, 2. January 14 — Loyola Juniors, 34; Lee Athletic Club, 5. January 17 — Loyola Juniors, 11; Columbia Atheltic Club, 18. February 3 — Loyola Juniors, 4; City College Reserves, 25. February 18 — Loyola Juniors, 26; O’Neils, 6. THE ACTIVE QUINT. The Actives’ five of the high school were the most successful in the institution. Out of 21 games played they won 17. Their great- est prize during the season was winning the championship from the Loyola Midgets. There was gjeat rivalry between the two teams; the Midgets won the first game, but the Actives came back and won THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 125 the remaining two of the series. They played a hard game and at times made some very excellent plays. Dewberry and Arthur, the two forwards, were the mainstays of the team. The other members of the squad were: Haneke, center; Lortz, Mullan and Geraghty, defense. The record: October 2 — Loyola Actives, 4; Loyola Midgets, 14. October 6 — Loyola Actives, 8; Govanstown Midgets, 0. October 12 — Loyola Actives, 13; Govanstown Juniors, 3. October 16 — Loyola Actives, 5; Phoenix Athletic Club, 0. October 22 — Loyola Actives, 15; Homewood Athletic Club, 5. October 29 — Loyola Actives, 4; City College Midgets, 13. November 4 — Loyola Actives, 13; Phoenix Athletic Club, 5. November 14 — Loyola Actives, 2; City College Midgets, 0. November 21 — Loyola Actives, 13; Loyola Midgets, 10. November 25 — Loyola Actives, 24; Govanstown, 5. December 1 — Loyola Actives, 11; Apaches, 4. December 7 — Loyola Actives, 11; Apaches, 5. December 14 — Loyola Actives, 7; Homewoods, 9. January 6 — Loyola Actives, 10; Govanstown, 5. February 2 — Loyola Actives, 12; Loyola Midgets, 6. February 4 — Loyola Actives, 2; Homewoods, 0. February 16 — Loyola Actives, 18; Columbias, 0. February 19 — Loyola Actives, 28; O’Neils, 0. February 23 — Loyola Actives, 28; Columbias, 0. February 26 — Loyola Actives, 7; Columbias, 12. March 8 — Loyola Actives, 2; Crimsons, 0. O ' 126 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Eife (HhiXBnxtU. September 13, 1910. The College, High School and Preparatory Department opened today with a record-breaking attendance. We missed Rev. Philip H. Burkert, last year’s professor of freshman, and Mr. Louis Young, instructor in the High School, and moderator of athletics. Rev. George E. Kelly, who joins the faculty, is a former student of Loyola. September 17, 1910. The first meeting and election of officers of the Loyola Liter- ary Society was held on Saturday afternoon, September 17, 1910. The officers elected for the first term of the scholastic year are: President — Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. Vice-President — Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12. Secretary — T. Aquin Keelan, ’13. Treasurer — John J. Bowens, 12. The following committee on debates was chosen: Charles S. Lerch, 11; Fred. H. Linthicum, 12; Joseph A. Carey, 13, and August J. Bourbon, 14. The election of officers for the second term, which resulted as follows:: President — Charles S. Lerch, 11. Vice-President — Edward J. Hanrahan, 12. Secretary — T. Aquin Keelan, 13. Treasurer — Jerome H. Joyce, Jr., 14. Rev. George E. Kelly is Moderator of the Society. September 19, 1910. The honored revered seniors, class of 1911, the small Prep’s highest notion of orderly power and dignity, returned today to take up the duties of a college student for the last time. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 127 Sepember 28, 1910. The mass of the Holy Ghost was celebrated this morning in St. Ignatius’ Church. All the students of the College, High School and Preparatory Departments attended. Rev. Father Brady celebrated the mass and Rev. Dr. William A. Fletcher, rector of the Cathedral and an alumnus of Loyola, delivered the sermon. Father Fletcher, in his sermon, urged the students to hard study during the year and above every- thing, to start immediately. He dwelt upon the fact that they were students of a Catholic College, and one conducted by the fathers of the Society of Jesus. October 3, 1910. The first meeting and election of officers of the Senior Sodality of the Blessed Virgin was held on Monday afternoon, October 3 , 1910 . October 10 1910. The evening course of lectures on Catholic Philosophy and modern languages began this evening. Men from every walk in life, doctors, lawyers, business men, students, all have attended and are attending the lectures in ever increasing numbers. The subjects and their lecturers are as follows: Logic and Psychol- ogy by Rev. Matthew L. Fortier, S. J. English by Mr. Aloysius Higgins, S. J. Grammar by Mr. Cyril A. Keller. French, Spanish and Esperanto by Prof. J. B. Saint-Seine. - . r ,4-.. . October 12, 1910. A holiday was granted to the students today, Columbus Day, not only to honor the discoverer of the New World, but espe- cially to emphasize the fact of the Catholicity of this great man. October 14, 1910. It is now a custom to render a program of some sort at each reading of marks and those given during the year were as fol- lows: 128 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL September — Junior. “The Educational Bearing on Logic” John J. Bowens. “The Signal Analysis of Father Southwcirs Poem on the Blessed Sacrament” Joseph J. Hanlon. A S5miposium in Logic based on one of Milner’s Letters, By Members of the Class. October — Sophomore. “Tragedy Among the Ancients” Anthony C. Rolfes. “The Chorus in Greek Tragedy” T. Aquin Keelan. “The Oedipus Rex of Sophocles” Henry E. Scanlan. November — Freshman. “Modern Poetry and the Classics” “Is Poetry Worth While?” Violin Duet ..August J. Bourbon. Harry J. Quinn. Raymond Helldorfer. Ra3miond Kwasnik. February — Fourth Year High. “Story of the Play (Merchant of Venice)” J. Barth Muth. “The Characters of Shylock” John J. Lardner. “The Character of Antonio” Clarence G. Owings. “The Making of the Bond Scene”: Shylock Augustus J. Mullen. Bassanio William F. Sauer. Antonio Leo J. Read. Program for March was omitted owing to the recent death of Rev. Father Brady. October 26, 1910. The annual retreat is one off the main events of the year at Loyola. Several members of the Alumni Association attended the closing exercises of the retreat this year, and received com- munion in company with the College students. The eloquence of Father Cotter was a great factor in making the retreat a successful one for the smaller boys, whose atten- tion and interest during the three days did not once seem to lag. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 129 November 24, 1910. The Loyola boys were happy when they learned that they were to enjoy an exceptionally long Thanksgiving holiday this year. Two holidays, which were due the boys in the earlier part of the month, were saved and granted by the Faculty, together with the Thanksgiving holiday. December 3, 1910. President’s Name’s Day was observed today, being the Feast of St- Francis Xavier, and the Patron-feast of Rev. Father Rec- tor. The students were granted a holiday in honor of the Feast celebrated by our Rev. Father Rector. The entire student body voluntarily attended the eight o’clock mass which was celebrated by Father Rector this morning, and nearly tv o hundred students received Holy Communion from his hands. October 24, 1910. The Morgan Debating Society of the High School Depart- ment held its first meeting and election of officers this afternoon. December 14, 15, 1910. A Christmas comedy entitled “The Crimson Robe,” was pro- duced on Wednesday and Thursday evenings by the High School Department. This was the High School’s first attempt at producing a play, and if the verdict of the audiences is to be believed, it was a most successful effort. Now that this first attempt has proven to be so praiseworthy, it makes the many friends of the younger students look forward to future efforts with eager anticipation. Mr. Edward P. Duffy, S. J., of the Col- lege Department, coached the young Thespians. The High School orchestra made its first public appearance at the play. December 19, 1910. The members of the Junior Class gave a specimen in minor logic today under the direction of their professor, Father For- tier. Those in attendance were members of the Faculty, Senior and Sophomore Classes and a few invited guests. 130 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL December 21, 1910. The Christmas holidays begin today. Christmas greetings were extended to the Reverend members of the Faculty by the students, from the grave seniors down to the artless youngsters of the second preparatory class. At the close of the program Rev. Father Brady, in his usual happy style, thanked the stu- dents in the the name of the Faculty for the good wishes, gave them a few w’ords of solid advice appropriate to the season, and sent them a;vay in a happy mood by announcing that the vaca- tion would extend frcin Thursday, December 22, until Tucsdaj% Jaru-ary 3. The program was as follows: Overture — “Coming Down the Chimney” The Orchestra. Opening Address — “We’re Here Because,” Fred H. Linthicum, !12. Reading — Selected W. G. Read Mullan, H. S., ’13. Violin Solo Raymond Helldorfer, H. S., ’13. Reading — “A Holly-time Story” Joseph A. Carey, ’14. Verse a la Ovid John Pollock, H. S., ’ll. Duet — Cornet and Trombone, Anton Stecher and Lewis Lortz, H. S., ’13. A Voice from Prep Albert Scheule, Prep. I. Recitation — “Ode to the Nativity” Edward Bunn, H. S., ’14. Reading — “His First Christmas Dollar,” J. Edw. Keelan, Prep. II. Yuletide Metres Harry J. Quinn, ’14. Solo — Selected ..J. Edward Wheeler, Special. Greetings (en masse) Charles B. Lerch, ’ll. January 16, 1911. A memorial high mass was celebrated this morning in St. Ignatius Church for the repose of the soul of ‘Gerald Winand, one of our students, who died on December 10, 1910. Gerald Romaine Winand was a member of Second Year High at the time of his death. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 131 December 26, 1910. Class of Junior held a theatre party this evening, v hich was followed by the annual class banquet at the New Hov ard Hotel. According to all reports the class enjoyed a most pleasant even- ing. December 19, 1910. The students of the two sections of First Year High held a public contest in Latin grammar on Monday morning, December 19, 1910. The prize banner was awarded to Section “B” by Rev. Father Brady upon the verdict of Rev. Richard A. Flem- ing, S. J., Prefect of Studies, who acted as judge. January 21, 1911. An informal banquet was given to the cast of recent High School play, and the High School orchestra and choir who as- sisted them in their production. January 23, 24, 1911. A specimen lasting two days and covering Greek Etymology, verbs, nouns and adjectives, the theory and rules of Greek ac- cents, all phases of the Greek verb was given by the members of Third Year High on Monday, January 23. On Tuesday, the 24th, the same complete and exhaustive study of Latin was made by the class, followed by a Latin baseball game. February 2, 1911. On Thursday, the Feast of the Purification, the final vows of the Society of Jesus, were publicly pronounced by Rev. James M. Cotter, of the High School Faculty. A large body of stu- dents attended the mass of the vows which was celebrated at 8.30 o’clock by Rev. Father Brady. February 12, 1911. The Board of Editors of the Loyola College Annual held their first meeting this morning. 132 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL February 21, 1911. The annual banquet of the Alumni Association was held in the College gymnasium this evening. March 10, 1911. The Physics Class of the College Department gave a spe- cimen in aerial navigation before the Faculty and students of the College in the College Auditorium, on Friday morning, March 10, two days before the death of Father Brady, who seemingly in perfect health, attended and evidently greatly en- joyed the specimen. Nine aeroplanes were used to illustrate the lecture. March 13, 1911. The students were shocked to hear upon their return to Col- lege this morning that our Reverend Father Rector, Father Brady, had died during the night of March 12. Nothing could have shocked the students more, nor could anything have hap- pened more unexpectedly. Father Brady was beloved by every student at Loyola. Not only that, but even the students of other local institutions, many of whom had heard him speak but once, felt in his loss the loss of a dear friend. Certain it is that Father Brady will live in the memory of every student at Loyola as long as the students themselves. March 16, 1911. The funeral of Father Brady was held this morning from St. Ignatius Church. At 9.30 o’clock began the mournful chant of the Office of Dead, and at 10 o’clock His Eminence, Car- dinal Gibbons, approached the foot of the altar to celebrate the simple low mass of requiem. The body was interred in the afternoon in the cemetery at Woodstock College, the Seniors and Juniors of Loyola attending as a guard of honor. April 12, 1911 (Wednesday). The Easter holidays begin tomorrow morning and will con- tinue until Friday, April 25th, when classes will be resumed at 9 o’clock. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 133 May 1, 1911. The customary May devotions, consisting of an original paper by one of the students extolling the praises and virtues of the Blessed Virgin, several hymns in her praise, and a prayer asking her to intercede for us, were begun today at 2.15 o’clock. This custom of doing something during the month of May for the Blessed Virgin’s honor, has become dear to the heart of the Loyola student. The shrine of Our Lady is constantly kept well supplied with fragrant flowers; the boys living in the coun- try bringing in wild flowers, while the city boys contribute money and buy hothouse flowers. The two combined make a very pretty daily offering to Our Lady. May 2. The members of Senior Class attended the annual disputa- tion in Theology and Philosophy, which was held at Woodstock College today. They wish to use this means of giving thanks to Rev. Father Rector, of Woodstock College, who so kindly invited them to attend the disputations and to Rev. Father Rector, of Loyola, for giving them the opportunity to miss a class on that day. They also are desirous of thanking the many professors at Woodstock College for the very generous manner in which they were entertained both mentally and physically. May 3, 1911. The annual public debate of the Loyola Literary Society was held in the College Hall this evening. The subject of the dis- cussion was: “Resolved, that a constitutional amendment should be secured by which Senators shall be elected by the direct vote of the people.” The speakers were Messrs. Francis X. Kearney, ’ll, and Frederick H. Linthicum, ’12, affirmatives, and Messrs. W. Paul Brown, Jr., ’ll, and Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12, negatives. Mr. Linthicum was awarded the prize, the Jenkins medal, and to his side were given the honors of the debate. Rev. A. J. Donlon, S. J., of Woodstock College, Messrs. Thomas O’Neill and John A. Boyd, A. B., Loyola, ’96, acted as the board of judges of the debate. 134 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL May 12, 1911. Under the guidance of Rev. Henry W. McLoughlin, their moderator, the members of the Secchi Scientific Society paid a visit of inspection to the gas generating plant of the Consoli- dated Company, located in South Baltimore. The means and methods used in the plant were explained and exhibited to the students by Mr. Scott, the engineer in charge at the plant. May 16, 1911. Rev. William J. Ennis, S. J., a former professor at Loyola, was appointed to succeed Rev. F. X. Brady as president of Loy- ola College. May 27, 1911. Forty new members v ere received into the Junior Sodality today, which spoke well for the fervor of the old Sodality and zeal of the Sodality Director, Reverend James M. Cotter, S. J. The officers of the Sodality for the second term were: Prefect, John J. Lardner; first assistant, Leo Codd; second assistant, John W. Farrell; secretary, George B. Loden; sacris- tans, Francis Wiers and Joseph McAuliffe; consultors, J. Car- roll Donohue and Robert C. Norman. June 2, 1911. The Morgan Debating Society’s Annual Debate at 1.45 P. M. in the College Hall. COMMENCEMENT WEEK. Sunday evening, June 11, Baccalaureate Sermon by Rev. Ed- ward L. Devine, A . B. (Holy Cross), of St. John’s Church. Tuesday, June 13. Graduating Exercises of the High School. High School Elo- cution Contest. V ednesday, June 14. College Elocution Contest. Undergraduate Prize Night. Thursday, June 15. Fifty-ninth Annual Commencement. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 135 llljn H Ulin ttt tl|p Before we pass on to the almost-and-soon-will-be Seniors, let us have a private little commencement with actualities themselves. This distribution of medals is strictly confidential and remarks can be made only by the recipients. We will give the reasons for these medals and it is the part of the audience to fill in the name. A medal to for appearance and manners. Yes, if he only had a blonde mustache to pull he would be the Rawdon Crawley of Loyola. He’s our best foot and we can always put him forward In social exigencies. “Believe me, kid,” when he starts to elocute, Faver- sham has the advantage only of age. A medal to——, the poet, logician and amateur Socrates of Senior. He could defend even the cakes that John sells, applying the prin- ciples of ethics. And then he could put the “apologia” into Camp- bell Soup poetry. By his elaborate logic he can defend the record of the college baseball team. See how he smiles all over, bless him! A medal to be worn near his press badge is av arded to - For the quickest flights from the college around the “Sun” and back, he deserves another. But look over the list of good athletic managers and you will find his name. His motto: “Multa in parvo.” Do you follov ? A medal to—, the Teuton wonder for reading histor3.7, keeping tab on the order of the day, and carefully managing the professors’ affairs. His favorite expression is “Time!” delivered in a decisive tone of voice. A medal to—, another reporter. The college is infected with them. This is a very quiet sort of a fellow, who objects to all dis- order. He is heart and soul in sympathy v ith his newspaper. He is the original founder of the Rifle Club that seems to have followed Halley’s comet. A medal to for being good natured, which is a blessing among so many grouches. No, he’s not crazy; he simply hasn’t attained the age of reason. If you want to set him crazy, just play “Och; Der Lieber Augustine!” 136 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A medal to for playing basketball and falling in love with the heroines of the good novels he reads. He has an indecisive manner, but he’s all there in senior with the brains. His principal amusement? —did anyone mention study. A medal to , the sphinx of Govansville, for being silent, al- though his face does not seam and mantle like a standing pond. Like the tortoise, he makes no noise, but he gets there just the same. His heart is in the right place, and he’s one of the surviving six that came all the way from 4th Academic — curses on the innovation that calls it First Year High! . Seniors are not the only ones who receive medals. Glance at the following awards: A medal to— for looking well in evening clothes. He looks like the wrath of the gods in a bathing suit. We can’t tell whether he is coming or going, for his much boasted chest is between his shoulder blades. He did not hurry even to win the debate medal. A medal to for his college spirit. He’s an indorsement of the proverb ‘A college student and a student are two distinct beings.” He spends much of his time in a basketball suit, the rest of it in moving picture parlors. A medal to (special studies) for being a late star of Profes- sor Napoleon — very late, indeed. Behold his smile of injured inno- cence. It disarms new prefects, but nothing doing with the old ones. But see him on the diamond! A medal to , the curly-headed Apollo, for his Hibernian beauty. He keeps his pockets stuffed with bank notes and disburses the mazuma to impecunious Seniors. You should hear him moralizing to a group of Seniors: “Newspapers are the medium through which evil comes into the world!” But no man can question his honesty or manliness. Last of all, we will award a medal to the long-suffering Senior, who was obliged to edit this rubbish, and publicly plead guilty of some of it. How fast he will run when the various people to whom these medals are awarded come to lynch him, is a question that ma- terially affects his happiness. May he escape with life and limb. ! ( PUBLIC DEBATE t AxUcXx. ' W - C ' ' R( wmv v THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 137 HONORABLE MENTION IN JUNIOR. You sec that short chap over there? That’s Palladona. He struts about as though he held a mortgage on the college. But he hides some fine traits under that exterior. Who’s that fellow with the walk? Why, that’s Bill! No he isn’t a sailor, but he crossed once as a waiter and expects to take his class along the next time. Talks like the biggest man in the college. Yes, that’s Jim, the strawberry blonde. He is the beacon light of the college, not intellectually merely. Chief characteristics are silk shirts and loud hose — and docility. Behold! “grand, gloomy and peculiar, wrapped in the solitude” of thought and of retirement, he comes. He is an exemplary chap, and in his habits of regularity and application sets up a model to all his class. Who would ever think he had life enough to lead an orchestra. Notice the alliteration between his name and chief characteristic, legs. Though nearly the largest he is the cherub of his class as you will readily notice from his playful ways. The other two, talking about Mt. Washington and aeroplanes, are the aeronauts of the class. Smile? You ought to see them when they are lecturing. And it is a coincidence that both names begin alike, IN SOPHOMORE. In his own class he is known as a socially-inclined member. He has an avidity for race-course suits and is a baseball and basketball fiend. Wears his pants at half-mast — in mourning for his boyhood days, perhaps. Comes to school tired and leaves v orse. “Ah, why should life all labor be!” The only youth in the college department v ho has the unique dis- tinction of hailing from Highlandtown, and of being a poultry fancier. His motives for this new hobby may be summed up in one of three Rs.: Renown, The’s got 104 chicks now). Revenue fthey arc all game cocks) or Revenge (ht fed his first brood on meat and they all died). He can give any joke its quietus. 138 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A youth who has immortalized Hamlet’s “dejected havior of the visage,” and seems ever lost in communion with the shade of De- mosthenes. Known to his class and termed by his teacher as “Faith- ful John.” Always remains hidden beneath a cloak of mystery. “Could a tale unfold that would freeze the very marrow in thy bones, and make each hair to stand on end like quill-s upon a fretful porcu- pine.” “Calm deliberation” is his motto, and he moves with the reckless speed of a train through St. Mary’s County. In answer to a question he solemnly shakes his head — then a long pause — and finally a yea or nay comes rumbling forth from out the confines of his manly bosom. A walking advertisement for an accident policy. Though the fates by a silent door tried to cut his thread, still he moves with that same: deliberateness amidst his exclusive circle. Another of the social twins, and may be seen at festive gatherings at all times. Since the weather has become warmer he no longer believes in ever climbing up the climbing wave of knowledge. “All things have rest, why should we toil alone?” IN FRESHMAN. Here’s to the smallest man in our class. He is the man v ho gets the high mark, Here’s to the man who studies at night, While others of us sit in the park. “Ladies and gentlemen, kindly step into the next tent and see the most wonderful thing in captivity. The orator, statesman, musician, poet, author, mathematician ad infinitum. Like Samson, his only strength is in his hair. He was an innocent youth until somebody told him how handsome he was.” Here’s the stranger. Looks like an athlete, but that’s the tailor’s fault. A charming dancer. Comes to school just for the variety of it. We miss him, however, when he is away, and so we have to confess that we miss him very much. The pride of East Baltimore. But he’s rather bashful. Had a job, but he and the boss parted by mutual consent. Likes it to rain sa that he can wear his rain coat. Every time he stays out after nine- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 139 thirty he remains home the next day to recuperate. Got Baron Munchausen beat a mile for wonderful tales. Freshman’s only claim to beauty. The Squirrels have been singing “All Alone” since a certain studious member of Freshman left Govanstown for Roland Park. Must get lost coming to school every morning. Chief librarian and likes bis job. His chief delight is study and minding his own business. Everybody likes the Bishop of Canton. Doesn’t mind being “kidded,” never “kids.” Our only pqet! Can make more trouble by trying to keep out of it than three. The bane of the orator’s, stateman’s, etc. existence is now on exhi- bition. He decided to quit school, unlike Jeffries, he came back. Doesn’t look like a student, but when it comes to work he’s there — where work isn’t. Up in Marston School they will wonder if what he told them about himself was all truth. Our high-brow young druggist, who has lost his love for classic literature since he took to pharmacy. The story of the diamond neck- lace, even, could not move him. His love for writing poetry, how- ever, may yet save him from his ideals of life. Because Horace never saw a water-wagon, this flashing-eyed censor would condemn him to perpetual thirst. EPIGRAMS. The music in some voices acts like medicine, — a very little goes a great way. Folks who debate with themselves always get the decision. Some folks hav e good memories, but only when they see fit. Many a good athlete is spoiled by over-development in one mem- ber — his head. They say “Silence is golden;” but the man with the “gift of tongue” is seldom poor. Leap and world leaps with you, reflect and you reflect alone. The modem theological virtues: Health, V ealth and Beauty. Syntax has four conditions; but the records of some college stu- dents are a big improvement over syntax. The “straight and narrow path” is not a theatre aisle. CLASS NOTES OF FOURTH YEAR HIGH. A. J. B. Ceres is the goddess of cheese sandwiches. But cheese sandwiches have made Tony a big boy, so big that he can no longer ride his pony. ; i J. V. B. The Mercury of the class, but not of aviation fame. A very retiring modest yoimg man, though he did wake up during the Bazar (not by himself.) i J. A. B. Of the type of Hercules. Pulls down lamp posts for pleas- ure. Frequently tells stories of everyday life in South Baltimore. Is right there at catching “rats.” “Is certainly one of the finest.” “The Crimson Robe.” H. J. C. The latest man in the class. Has a liking for rear seats and reads Homer like a native. H. H. C. Some blonde. Wonder if the curl is natural. Never mind about his tresses; he is “on the job” in basketball. B. W. C. Comes now and then. Is of the Achilles style, golden haired. G. J. D. Straight from the patria. Very quiet, but very bright. C. D. Just bubbling over with good nature. Lost his class pin to a dream the second day out. Poor child! THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 141 E. B. G. Poor Rachel of the bonehead variety. In his glory in a tank of boiling water. J. J. L. From Canton on the border of Highlandtown. A coming politician. A. T. M. A very neatly arranged and systematic young man. Does not like to soil his books, so he leaves them home. May be daily seen at T. and T.’s munching graham crackers. J. B. M. A Catonsville representative. Is quite an actor. As for gallantry, oh my! C. G. O. From Relay. One of our youngest in point of years. But as for mental development, a genius. E. A. P. A lucky chap, doesn’t study Greek, but wrestles with in- cline planes, law of gravity, etc. J. A. P. From wild and woolly West. A regular Calchas — very often holds different views from the professor’s. J. A. Q. Of the quiet kind . But a still tongue shows a wise head. L. J. R. Gets the blame for what he does and what he doesn’t. Just loves to wear his hair “reel long.” Wants to put on the fillets of Jove. F. R. A philosopher. Spends his time between eating sandwiches and sharpening his knife. C. W. S. Perhaps his train will be on time some day. They say he is quite a spit ball artist. We wish to thank Messrs. John Lardner, J. Bart Muth and Edward Plummer for good work in getting our class pin. J. V. B., H. S., ’ll. THIRD YEAR HIGH. During the past year L. C. broke his glasses and A. B. fractured his arm. It has been rumored that the former was trying to read and the latter to imitate R. O’L.’s handwriting. Of all the ungodly things to do! The officers who have ably taken care of the interests of our class during the past year are: Vincent Valentini, President; Joseph Reith, 142 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Treasurer; Eugene A. Sapp, Secretary; James E. Vaeth, Beadle. V. V. I don’t know it, Mister. What’s your reason? Haven’t any reason. Our May shrine was undoubtedly one of the best both in decoration and in the papers delivered. The fairest flowers of May were ar- tistically arranged around the statue of Our Blessed Lady and with a background of ferns and palms formed a picture of rare beauty. The honor of reading the papers was given to Neil Corcoran and Martin Murray, and they proved themselves worthy of our confidence. “Henney,” they say, put ON the manly garb, but they were raffled OFF at the bazaar. Not only is our class a leader in everything connected with school work, but we also excel in athletics. We were represented on the ’varsity baseball team, the ’varsity basketball team, and the manager of the track team was chosen from our class. We won a high per- centage in last year’s meet at Tolchester, and proudly display the relay-team championship banner which we captured there. There is every indication that this year we will even surpass our former record and decorate our class-room with new banners. The only safe place in the armory is near the target when J. C. B. tries his marksmanship. He shoots with a Parisian accent. Undoubtedly one of the most important events during the year was our class specimen. Our late Rev. Rector, Father Prefect, and Father Kelley and his pupils of Fourth Year High were present and were generous in their applause. Illustrated talks on the Greek verb were given by Buchness, Reith, Morris, Vaeth, Ruppert and Sybert. Papers on the subject “The Value of Latin in High School Training” were read by Vaeth and Sybert. At the conclusion of the specimen Father Brady complimented those who had taken part in it and with his usual kindness granted us a half-holiday. J. V. spoke “The New South.” J. S. said he meant South Balti- more. While we are speaking of the different points in which Third Year High excels we must not forget that among our number is the most popular student in the college. George Loden won this honor by popular vote at the Bazaar. As winner of the contest he was awarded a handsome gold watch. We hope that it will not get the habit of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 143 being thirty minutes slow at nine o’clock each morning. This was a sad failing of George’s old “timepiece.” Wanted: Wild flowers for the May Shrine. Wyville says that they don’t raise flowers on farms any more. Ralph J. Sybert. SECOND YEAR HIGH, SECTION “A.” Francis M., Our local Buck Schley. Joseph H., Our new beadle from Raspburg. Frank D., ex-beadle, Dotes on athletics. Murray S., Commonly known as Little Jeff, the auto crank. Richard G., Very large and eloquent. Charles K., The modern Shylock and a human dictionary whose favorite pastime is bum argument. John Q., Like to fool the teacher. Hails from the antiquated vil- lage of Roland Park. Joseph K., Too full of words. Robert N., Quiet (very seldom). Berthold H., Is very poetic and angelic. Never broke. Gerry H., Has a mild disposition and is very sportive. John F., Never eats as is shown by his appearance. Urban L., Has a craze for Cicero and other classical authors. Charles R., Loves football and pie. Herbert O’C., Mention baseball, and Cicero is a back number. Charles B., Nuff sed. John B., The boy who is more out than in. Why is this, John? Erwin U., Our only representative from Highlan ' dtown, fair vil- lage. Edwin R., Better known as Wheat. He came from Boston! Ferdinand S., The human parrot, who recites his lessons as in a trance, Carl H., Absolutely harmless and gentle as a lamb. He is a man now. James O’T., The most lovable boy in the class. As wise as Solomon. Frank A., One of our members who would rather sleep than eat. He could sleep on a water plug. Michael R., A future member of Congress. Very lively. Paul S., We have here a very nice young lady who loves all studies except English memory. 144 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The most sorrowful occurance of the school year, w2th the excep- tion of the death of our late president, Father Brady, was the death of Gerald Winand, our beloved classmate, who departed from this life on the tenth of December. May he rest in peace. SECOND HIGH “B.” Our class holds the record for managers for it has the head of every team as active members. First manager is R. B. Klitch, of the college team, who is also the vice-president of our room. Next in line is A. B. Haneke, familiarly known as Abe; keeps the Juniors in check. Then there is Wagner, of track team fame, who can run a mile faster than he can run two, who bosses the Midgets. But last, though not least, is Sullivan B., known also as “Topsy,” on account of his great love for blackberries, who has the distinction of being manager and captain of the smallest team of Loyola. Not only are we athletes, but also actors and musicians. Take for instance the High School play. Second High “B,” took the prize for having the best and most men therein. There is Klitch, who was (but is not now) an old widower and had in his emplo 3 rment J. Mc- Evoy as butler, but our friend Joseph studies Greek too hard to be a butler. A. Peters was a minister; but if you could see him in his Gold and Blue track team uniform! L. Van Lill was the orchestra leader and spent so much time study- ing the music that he was compelled to wear glasses. L. Lortz, our trombonist and delegate from Govans, said: “In a few years Govanstown will have a Mayor of its own.” We hope so. A. Stecker is our cornetist, but he prefers dancing to anything else and during the recesses you can see him practicing in the corridor. Towson, one of the suburbs of Baltimore, is well represented in the class and everyone of its delegates has a “J” for his first initial. It must be a “J” town for there is J. Lindsay who outgrows a suit of clothes every month and requires assistance to come up the stairs. J. McKeown, the only member who exceeds the study limit. And J. Wheeler, who has been called by every member of the class a name not found in a dictionary. “It has many colors, large features, but especially the feet, and is known as the Phoeby bird.” THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 145 A Hild is praised daily for his knowledge of Christian Doctrine and is generous enough to give aid to his neighbor. D. Mohlcr, our only representative from Catonsville, worries very much. W. Sehlhorst, called Salermule, had his name chainged to Matilda. He thought it was more becoming to his nature. J. Petrick, the only member of the class having the honor of stay- ing captain of the Reds for the year, is very brilliant when he does not forget his book. T. Moorman is another member of that neighborhood and I hope he will be what his name wants him to be in a few years. I. Duffy, who holds the record for loud socks, will never forget taking Mary home from the dance during last fall. C. Ayd has the honor of sitting near the president of the class. W. Sullivan, the president of the class, is getting more and more industrious every day; may be President of the United States some day. Funny things do happen. L. O’Hare is not quite as swift as his name, but he is a good orator. F. Dewberry, former captain of the Loyola Active basketball team, needs practice if he wants to be in the class of his ' former team- mates. O. Kelley, the former St. Mary’s star athlete, practices three days a week. See the absentee list. Bernard Kelley very often seen in company with a green necktie; he lives in Highlandtown. J. Burch, another “J,” but not from Towson. This “J” lives in Baltimore and is making a collection of twelve-inch rulers. R. Whiteford, the only member of the class, who has the following saying: “This is not the place for a minister’s son.” I wonder where he means.. R. Bosley has taken another step to manhood; “long trousers.” W. Geraghty, another member of the Loyola Active Basketball team, forgets his books daily. Good memory, Walter. Now that you have become acquainted with the members of our class and our many achievements during the year, I hope that some future day when you will see some of us lawyers, doctors or of any 146 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL other profession, you will be able to tell, as we know and will never forget, that we were taught and drilled in religion and science by the Jesuits of Loyola. FIRST HIGH “A ’ The reader will have to excuse the brevity of these notes, because they were written at the last moment, and also the editors and in fact, all the students were studying for the exams, (wow!) and pro- motion (?) The most important event of the year was the “Latin Contest;” but no wonder we lost, three of the most reliable (?) students were absent — C- S., J. C., and J. S. W. We are sure the contest would have been of shorter duration, but whether it would have been defeat or victory we will leave to the reader’s imagination. The ball team did well under the management of “Nace” Bolton, alias, “Mgr. Mack,” considering the short time of practice and the strong opponents with whom they crossed bats. C. H. seems to be alright, but he did not attend often enough to get acquainted. H. K. has too much muscular development to be much of a student, but Henry is there with the goods when it comes to catching. C. S. likes to look out the window during recess. What recess? “Theirs,” of course. J. K. had rheumatism in the knee one day last winter; we think John was in (k) need of a holiday. E. B. is studious (nuf-sed). F. W. is the class bug (printer’s mistake, should be “Class Beetle”). W. D. — Doc. D. likes to play “Branksome!” O you wooden pistol! Last, but not least, the “Haydn Quartette” composed of four of our fellow students, who pledged themselves to always know their lessons, be diligent and make themselves useful generally. They were E. H., the leader; A. A., J. P. W., and E. C. (Where is the wander- ing Frenchman tonight?) Vive la Quartette! W. R. spent part of the winter at Palm Beach. His home-coming was one of the events of the year. W. A. S. Smart, small and smiling. For further information concerning Section “A” First High and the students, see back numbers of the “Daily Bark.” E. H. and J. G. W., ’14. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A i FIRST YEAR “ B.” Our Latin contest was talked about in all the papers. Our Wctts beat Battling Bunn in 15 rounds of fast parsing. ' First High Eees took their victory well, but they could have taken a defeat, too, with- out a whimper. The whole training of our class is conducive to taking punishment gracefully. Scene during the weekly debate. President of the Society arises in defense of the Greeks and states that no American farmer could run 135 miles flat. McAuliffe rises and gives the same speech as McCullough. Fenzel, on the floor, declares that most of the Greeks were jail-birds anyway and sits down. Debate goes to Fenzel. Helldorfer’s playing has been a source of great satisfaction to the class. He certainly is well trained. We intend to give him a sum- mer with Ringling’s circus. Oldenburg suddenly started to study. Chaos reigned in the class. Seeing the effect Oldenburg gracefully stopped and once again order is restored. Joseph Machacek, our trotless scholar, was badly wounded in a wordy duel with J. S., our applewoman. Thomas Scanlan is thinking seriously of joining the “Woman Suff- rage” movement. Bowegaud Woche was struck with a waw-hide. Stanislaus Czyz — The Pallid Pole from Poland. Ray Kelly, an unapproachable cotton-top. Tried to prove that Mr. Bellefontaine, father of Evangeline Bellefontaine, was not a farmer but a street cleaner in Grand Pre. Francis Giblin, the orator of the class, who gives an oration each time that he comes late. Carl Barley, who is of the right grain. Gerald O’Reardon: Remarks unnecessary. A FIRST PREP. SYMPHONY. T F N. D. can write five lines in six seconds, how many can Cart wright? On hearing this somebody struck Norman and he went Keelan home. Sherman marched to the sea, but Walsh walked into a Brooke, not a Furlong away and did not Zink. Blondell drew a small Bowie and thus Fairley astounded everybody. Bibby began to Boyle over, but Czyz only Nash-ed his teeth. Slowik was Pinning a rose on Wasowicz, and he might have Benn-et it yet, but Conroy broke it up by Cullen the flower. And the teacher came in and raised Kane. 148 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 149 “I»D LIKE TO BE,” (PREP.) S. Blondell: I’d like to be Rector of Loyola College. I would give the boys holidays and a good vacation, and build a swimming-pool for them, and let them go in swimming an hour every day. J. Henry Bennet: I’d like to be a birdman. And sail up in the skies And see the people below me. Who look like baby flies. F. Sherman: I have often wished for different things in the world, but what I’d like best to be is this: to be free from temptation. Louis Cullen: I’d like to be a learned man To study in France; To know art and poetry And wear long pants. Norwood Kelly: I’d like to be a farmer. To raise corn, wheat and oats. And cattle, and sheep and horses, And even billy-goats. John Krager: I’d like to be Ty Cobb And play ball in the sun, I would get five pounds of tobacco For hitting a home run. F. S. Wasowicz: I’d like to be a saint And watch the Golden Gate To see that you don’t faint. And keep you strong in Faith. R. Nash: I would like to be as small as Tom Thumb. I could get into my father’s pocket and go to sleep. And I could get into the baseball game free by hiding in somebody’s hat. 150 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL John Zink: I d like to be a teacher. To know the features Of the class and teach the scholars To add up dollars. J. O’Connor: I’d like to be a rail-finisher and an artist. Oswald B. Norman: I’d like to be a cook for a few hours, or fruit dealer for a few minutes, or the ice cream man for a few days. Fd like to be the man that owns the circus. Cyril Cronin: I’d like to be a missionary, one that travels. Or I’d like to be a big policeman weighing 350 lbs. Just now I’d like to be finish- ing the Senior Class. J. Carroll Pinning: I’d like to be an engineer or a doctor. Cosmas Berger: I’d like to be a graduate of Loyola. Or I’d like to be an astronomer, chemiS ' t, or master of languages. Chester Kearney: I’d like to be an astronomer and look at all kinds of funny things. Or I’d like to be a policeman and have a big 38 in my pocket. P. Sz 3 mianski: I’d like to be a civil engineer and a boxer. T. Skrzynski: I’d like to be a priest so I could convert many civilized people. Or I’d like to be a base-ball player. When I would get at the bat I would give the ball such a whack that it would go over the fence and hit a policeman. Patrick O’Brien: I’d like to be a president of a bank, or the president of Ameri- can Pilots. Or I’d like to be a Congressman. S. A. Gubman: I’d like to be a doctor, or a steamship man, or an auto racer. Even more, perhaps than the present students of Loyola, have the Alumni suffered the loss of a devoted friend and adviser. Father Brady was interested in their welfare even when they themselves perhaps had forgotten their connection with Loyola College. Any newspaper note that concerned a Loyola Alumnus, he preserved for publication in the Annual. And so with any item of a letter or bit of news from a conversation, that told of the success or prosperity, or even of the sorrow or adversity of one his “old boys.” He liked to hear from them in all their affairs, and the pleasure of having most of them around him at a banquet or re-union, was one that he enjoyed to the utmost. It pained him to hear that any “old boy” had lost interest in the College. With the heavy burden he was under as President, he did not like to think that some of the former students he himself directed as prefect of studies, would desert him in his need. And money was not what he asked from them. Over and over again he openly declared that it was not their purses, but their hearts he wished to draw on. He wished them to keep in touch with the work going on in the College, to visit it and see the progress it was making. And if the opportunity of sending boys to college came to some alumnus. Father Brady wished the first choice to be Loyola. He him- self was proud of his alumni as products of the training they re- ceived and he wished them in turn to be proud of their “Alma Mater.” One disappointment he felt was in the small numbers that attended the last banquet. The banquet itself and the speakers that had been brought to address the alumni, easily ranked with the best ever given by the Alummi Association. And the very sparse number that came to appreciate these efforts was disappointing to him. 151 152 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 31 ) Alumni lanqurt Enthusiasm is generated sometimes by numbers; more often by a deep sense of loyalty to a common cause. This latter element alone entered into the success of the annual banquet of the Loyola Alumni Association, held on Tuesday, February 21st, in the College gymnasium. Hardly seventy-five members of the association as- sembled to enjoy the Tvell-conducted banquet, so ably arranged by our treasurer, Mr. Matthew S. Brenan. We would greatly oppose the suggestion that the small attendance was due to any lack of devoted- ness to alma mater on the port of the ' ‘old grads;” rather would we ascribe it to the multitudinous cares of professional and business life. At our next banquet let the old boys show that they have lost none of that famous Loyola spirit and enthusiasm and that they are still keenly interested in all that pertains to Loyola. To see a dis- tinguished gathering of men prominent in every walk of life, drawn together by the common ties that bind them to the old school ' will be an inspiration to the student body and will presage much for the future of Loyola. The good fellowship and cordiality showii " by the “old boys” who were present made loyal adherents of a group of Seniors to whom a special invitation had been extended, and their buoyant spirits gave rise to cheering and applause at frequent intervals during the even- ing. Rev. F. X Brady, S. J., our late president, in his opening remarks said that he wanted all to feel like boys once again and for the time to forget all business cares. Recalling many incidents that had come to his notice in the many years he had been connected with the Col- lege, Father Brady remarked how many gray locks and bald heads he noticed as he glanced around the banquet hall, where formerly he had seen golden curls and dark hair. Dr. Charles O’Donovan presided as toastmaster in graceful fashion and introduced the interesting and witty speakers of the evening. Hon, Harry M. Clabaugh, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of the District of Columbia; Mr. Carville D. Benson, of the Maryland Legislature, and Representative Frank H. Plumley, of Vermont, a fellow countian of Rev. Matthew L. Fortier, S. J., professor of Junior THE ALUMNI ] ANQUET. yi. A THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 153 Class. Representative James A. Hamill, of New Jersey, was to have delivered an address, but was detained in Washingtn by an all night session of Congress. Representative Plumley, who was the principal speaker of the evening, paid a glowing tribute to the Ratio Studiorium of the So- ciety of Jesus and declared that character building of young men, such as was found in Loyola was one of the noblest pursuits; he said: “The making of a man should enlist all his own powers, all his capacity of industry and ability with a rightful call upon his betters and his seniors for their real assistance and skill and leadership, that there may result in the building of the individual man a superior gen- eration of men. This is the lofty thought, the high ideal and the con- crete ambition of thousands of generous and able men with a self- sacrifice beyond the power of most and with a zeal and a love which transcends all other things, who find the highest fruition of their hopes in the development of the youth and the betterment of mankind.” “How fortunate indeed is a nation where multitudes of its men are willing to give years of devotion, of skill, with a passion for accom- plishment almost beyond comprehension and who find their compen- sation rather in the results produced than in the wage and who would, if need be, work on without wage that they might realize the purpose of their lives, the ennobling and upbuilding of their fellows.” “Rich indeed is that nation where institutions like this exist within whose v alls are to be found men who are such willing and tireless v orkers and v ho welcome the opportunity, not for gain, nor for pelf, out of the poor lad, or the rich, to form, to fashion, to create, a higher impulse, a purer conception, a greater capacity and a nobler manhood. Such men as the honored head of this institution, such souls as form his co-laborers are the richest assets of a city or State. I know not the real financial condition of this College, but if it is like any I have ever known, it is poor, poor in the sense of what it is limited to do within its means when compared with what it might do if it had larger means. It cannot be too richly endowed. It cannot be too well prepared to perform its lofty functions. It is making men, men of a high type, of a true quality, of genuine purpose, of high resolve, of real patriotism, men who would not participate in or consent that there should be vice or wrong within the State. No price necessary to obtain these elementary principles of a city or State is too high; no pecuniary sacrifice too great, no endowment sufficient that does not permit the complete, unlimited evolution of this sublime idea.” 154 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Judge Clabaugh gave several very interesting reminiscences of his boyhood days at Loyola and stated that 40 years ago he was actively engaged in kicking a football around the College yard with much more ardor than he was able to apply to his present judicial work. Mr. Benson entertained the banqueters with a description of the work now being done in some of the Catholic charitable institutions of the city. Before the banquet an executive session of the association was held and the following officers elected for next year: President — Dr. Charles S. Grindall. Vice-President — Mr. Charles M. Cohn. Secretary — Mr. Isaac Stewart George. Treasurer — Mr. Matthew S. Brenan. Executive Comittee — The officers and Revs. F. X. Brady, S. J., and William A. Toolen, Messrs. Walter E. McCann, Mark O. Shriver, Jr., and Dr. J. Albert Chatard. LATIN (?) VERSE. A lad a puellam amabat, Sed, alas, she he ' self non curabat; Quaesivit her hand, Heu, ipse was canned; Atqu tunc in dclore clamabat. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 155 (§uv Mm. In publishing these alumni items we would like to ask all the Old Boys to co-operate with us during the coming year. We must depend to a great extent on the alumni themselves and if this column is to be the success we hope it will, the credit will be due to those of the alumni who respond to our request and send us items of interest. Speakers should send us copies of their addresses; men who ‘ ' do things” should send us an account of their “doings; ' and even “the least of the little ones” should not hesitate to tell us about what he is doing. In this manner only can a healthy Loyola spirit be kept alive. 02 Leo Goldbach was appointed assistant at Johns Hop- kins Hospital in November of last year. This appointment is a splendid tribute to his energy and labor. To fit himself, the better for his new work, however. Dr. Goldbach is to leave for Europe on June 7th to pursue a post-graduate course on the histology and pathology of the eye. 06 Francis J. Hemelt was elected to an instructorship in En- glish at The Catholic University of America, during the past year. He held a fellowship in the English Department of Johns Hopkins University in 1908-1910, and is at present a fellow by courtesy in the same institution. In glancing over the cata- logue of the Catholic University Summer School we notice that Mr. Hemelt will deliver a series of lectures during the Summer Semester upon “Methods of Teaching English,” “English Litera- ture,” and “Theme Writing.” 06 The medical profession of this city will be augumented dur- ing the coming month by the addition of four newly graduated doctors of medicine: James A. O’Donnell, ’06, who will receive his diploma from the Johns Hopkins Medical School; Joseph J. Kocyan, ’06, and Francis J. Ayd, 07, who have pursued their Medical studies at the College of Physicians and Surgeons, and 156 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Richard C. Dodson, cx — 11, from the University of Maryland. Dr. Dodson has already accepted an appointment as assistant Physician at the Hebrew Hospital of this city. ’08 The successful and popular manager of the Mt. Washington Lacrosse Team is Victor I. Cook. “Vic.” is a member of the law firm of Sauerwein and Cook, with offices in the Calvert Building. His brother, J. Stanislaus Cook, ex — ’10, under whose captaincy the champion Loyola Basket Ball was developed, is connected with the law department of the United Railways. “Stanny” is another Loyola man to complete with honor in two years the law course of the University of Maryland. ’09 Of the dozen candidates from civil life who successfully passed the competitive examination in July, 1010, for a second lieutenancy in the U. S. Coast Artillery Corps, Austin C. McDonnell obtained the high rank of third place. Lieutenant McDonnell during the past year attended the Officers School of Instruction at Fortress Monroe, Va. Your success, Austin, speaks well for the training of Alma Mater! »09 The first member of the class of 1909 to complete his pro- fessional studies is James S. Murphy. “Jim” took the ordinary three-year law course at the University of Maryland in two years and received the degree of LL. B., at the recent Com- mencement of that institution. During the past year he received an appointment of Notary Public from Governor Crothers. ’10 Joseph A. Guthrie is connected with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. ’10 Vachel J. Brown has joined the Society of Jesus and is a student at .the Jesuit Novitiate of St.-Andrew-On-Hudson, Poughkeepsie, New York. ’10 John H. T. Briscoe expects to take up the study of law dur- ing the coming year. ’10 Cyril A. Keller has been attached to the Loyola faculty during the past year as professor of Second Preparatory Class. He is also teaching in the German Department of the College. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 157 ’10 Edward K. Lee and Edwin B. Kelly are pursuing a course in Biology at Johns Hopkins University, preparatory to en- trance into the Hopkins Medical School. Mr. Kelly is also teaching in the Grundwald High School, connected with St. Stanislaus Church, of this city. ’10 William M. Nevins and Edward C. Leonard are students at St. Mary’s Seminary. »10 Edgar C. Curran is pursuing a course in law at the Univer- sity of Maryland. luatnpaa ’71 Daniel A. McCann, a veteran auctioneer and vice president of the R. V. Lenori Storage and Moving Co., of St. Louis, Mo., died on December 21st, 1910, from complications resulting from a stroke of paralysis received two years ago. He was bom in Baltimore in 1853 and was a student at Loyola in 1867-71. We take the following clipping from the St. Louis Republican of December 22nd, 1910: “McCann loved his work. He insisted on making a sale at the auction rooms of the Lenori Company December 2nd, al- though he was suffering from locomotor ataxia. His last big auction was that of the effects of the Dietrick Art Company, which occurred the latter part of November. He was taken to his art store in a carriage and carried to his stand for three suc- cessive days. His charity was most marked and it was never knovrn of him to divulge any of the secrets he learned while plying his business, although no man was so familiar with the tragedy, comedy and pathos of broken up St. Louis homes. He learned the auction business in Washington, D. C., and came to St. Louis in 1882.” ’88 During the recent primary election one of the most inter- esting political contests took place in the Eleventh Ward for the nomination to the First Branch City Council between Mr. 158 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Jefferson D. Norris and Mr. R. Sanchez Boone. Mr. Boone attended Loyola in 1884-1888 and is now a prominent business man of the city. Better luck next time, Mr. Boone. ’89 Thomas E. McCaffrey of the firm of Thomas McCaffrey Co., one of the oldest furniture houses in the city, died at his home, 218 East 23rd Street, after a lingering illness, Sunday night, January 2nd, 1911. He was born in Baltimore 39 years ago and was a student at Loyola in 1885-1889. Twelve years ago his father died and he continued the business under the name it now bears. For a number of years he was a member of the Catholic Cl ub and was a director in the State Mutual Building Association. Mr. McCaffrey is survived by his widow, Mrs. Mary F. Woodward McCaffrey; one son, Gerald W. Mc- Caffrey and one sister, Mrs. George F. Donnelly. ’98 The Emerson Drug Co., under the management of Mr. Philip I. Heuisler, director of laboratories, has moved to its new location in the Tower Building. Mr. Heuisler is likewise interested in the glass industry and is connected with the Mary- land Glass Co., of Mt. Winans, Md. The newly elected vice-president of the Consolidated Gas Co., is a Loyola graduate of the class of 1897, Mr. Charles M. Cohn. The Secchi Scientific Society of the College during the past month visited the Gas Works at Spring Gardens at Mr. Cohn’s invitation, and spent a profitable afternoon examining the methods of gas manufacture. Special thanks are due to Mr. Cohn and Mr. Ross Scott, the chief engineer. EX-’03 Robert E. Greenwell was married on February 23rd, 1911, to Miss Marie R. Fenwick, daughter of Mrs. Cora D. Fenwick. “Bob” is remembered as a foremost dramatic star in his col- lege days and as a member of the local staff of the Baltimore Sim is increasing the fame made in the journalistic field of the city by Loyola men. Congratulations, Bob! ’02 Among the last ceremonies performed by the late Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J., was the marriage of Joseph S. May to Miss Sophie L. Wills, which took place in St. Igjnatius’ Church, Oc- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 159 tober 25th, 1910. “Joe” v as a star debater in his college days and is now connected with a prominent business house of this city. Congratulations to the happy couple! EX " ’06 E Aubrey Edwards was married to Miss Julia A. Hamp, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Conrad Hamp, on Tuesday, July 5th, 1910. Congratulations! ’06 Charles C. Conlon has been pro- moted to the position of assistant superintendent in the Con- tract Department of the United States Fidelity and Guaranty Co. ’07 great pleasure in congratulating Vincent de P. Fitz- patrick upon his recent promotion as assistant to the City Edi- tor of the Baltimore Sun. ’09 William F. Braden is likewise connected with the Baltimore Sun in the capacity of copy reader. ’09 Yhe financial secretary of the Federated Charity Association of Baltimore City, is Clyde C. Rohr. Mr. Rohr received the de- grees of B. S. and M. S. from Loyola, and was Professor of First Preparatory Class during the scholastic year of 1909-10. (§nr »57 “A Soldier’s Recollections, or Leaves from the Diary of a Young Confederate” is the title of a late publication from the pen of Rev. Randolph H. McKim, a prominent Episcopalian minister, of Washington, D. C. ’70 One of the members of the Jesuit Missionary Band, laboring in far-away Juneau, Alaska, is Father V. Howard Brown, S. J., of the Rocky Mountain Province of the Jesuits, who was a student here in 1872-1876, and was graduated from George- town with high honors. Father Brown is at present engaged in building a church in Juneau. ’83 The distinguished Rector of the Baltimore Cathedral, Rer. William A. Fletcher, D. D., was a student at Loyola in 1878- 160 THE EOYOLA ANNUAL 1883. Father Fletcher frequently visits the haunts of his col- lege days and several years ago delivered a most impressive baccalaureate sermon before the graduating class of the col- lege. We take this opportunity of thanking Father Fletcher for his eulogy on Father Brady, which appears in this edition of the Annual. ’78 the death of Rev. Francis A. B. Wunnenberg, pastor of St. Mary’s German Catholic Church, Washington, D. C., who died at Georgetown University Hospital on January 5th, 1911, another Loyola alumnus has been called to his eternal reward and this time the grim reaper has cut down a member of the class of 1887. Father Wunnenberg had been pastor of St. Mary’s Church for the last 6 years, succeeding Rev. Charles Warren Currier, Ph. D. Prior to that time he was pastor of St. Joseph’s Catholic Church, Belair Road, Baltimore County. Father Wunnenberg was a student at Loyola in 1887-1890. May he rest in peace! »92 A member of our present faculty is Father George E. Kelly, S. J., who was a student at Loyola in the early nineties. Father Kelly has been the popular director of the students’ Debating Society during the past year and is also Professor of Fourth Year High School. 05 The chaplain of St. Vincent’s Orphan Asylum, Washington, D. C., is Rev. John A. Barrett. Father Barrett was ordained last September and is attending post-graduate lectures in theol- ogy at The Catholic University. ’06 Bernard J. McNamara, who has been a student at the North American College, Rome, will be ordained to the priesthood this July. Father McNamara pursued a brilliant course at the American College and was the recipient of several gold medals for proficiency in theology. He expects to return to Balti- more during the coming summer. Francis J. Loughran has been called to orders at St. Mary’s Seminary. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 161 ’08 Yhe class of 1906 can boast of a greater representation in the holy priesthood than any class graduated from Loyola in recent years. Besides Rev. Thomas J. Toolen, who is a brother of Father Toolen, of St. Pius Church and who was ordained last September, we may mention Messrs. Godfrey J. Kaspar, S. J., and Walter F. Cunningham, S. J. Mr. Kaspar is teaching in St. Joseph’s College, Philadelphia. Mr. Cunningham is in the Philosophical Department of V oodstock College, while Father Toolen is pursuing a post-graduate course of theology at the Catholic University, Washington, D. C. Father Toolen is often seen in Baltimore at St. Thomas’ Church, Waverly, v hen he acts as assistant. »07 glancing over the list of candidates for holy orders at St. Mary’s Seminary in June, 1911, we notice that Charles C. Roach v ill be ordained sub-deacon and deacon. ’08 31st of the present year Mr. John E. McQuade, S. J., Mr. Cornelius Murphy, S. J., and Mr. Charles J. Hennessy, S. J., v ho are remembered by the students of several j ears ago as professors in the College, will be raised to the dignity of the priesthood at Woodstock College, Woodstock, Md. Mr. Hennessy was associated with Father Fleming in the capacity of business manager of the first Loyola College P n- nual and to his original methods is due the firm business foun- dation upon which all our subsequent i nnuals have been pub- lished. H.S,’09 William P. H. Kearney, S. J., and Alfred J. Cummings, S. J„ are memibers of the Southern Province of the Society of Jesus. ] ”
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