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

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20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL also by being too late to buy the shares of the copper com- pany. If I had been in time I and my associates, even the self-confident Brice, would not only have lost all the money we had put into the venture, but the prospect of a jail sen- tence v ould now be staring us all in the face. How grateful they ought to be to me and how grateful, in turn, ought I to be to a merciful God, who had placed the poor widow in my path and had given me the grace to act upon my better im- pulses and relieve her distress. How great a reward came, thought I, from those ten minutes employed in performing a charitable deed. R. F. O’Leary, H. S., ’12. Dear Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven above ! Earth’s lowly children, prostrate at your feet. Are offering prayers unworthy, yet full sweet. Resplendent with the burning fire of love ! Most loving Mother, Heaven’s purest Dove, Oh may we in His holy Kingdom meet ; Then you will love us truly, and will greet Hearts as happy as their love for you they prove. Each prayer, a rose, I lay upon your shrine. Resembling earth’s most pure and lovely flower May all your children in your radiance shine. Attending at sweet Virtue’s lowliest bower! Remember me, my Mother ! Maid divine ! Yet even now, and in Death’s fearful hour. Clarence G. O wings, ’15.

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 19 tor’s sign posted by the door. Luckily for me, the doctor was at home and we were soon flying cityward. In another five minutes I had dropped the doctor at a wayside hut and, with- out waiting to see if he was in time, I pressed on. I heard a clock to my right boom the half hour. With thirty-five miles left to cover I could hardly make it. Madly I raced on, to my left the Hudson writhed and twisted like a snake encrusted with silver scales, as the sun glanced from its surface. Far up the river a thunderstorm was brewing and the clouds raced and swirled like so many battling de- mons. Soon I was entering New York. It was now five min- utes to three. Through the long city streets, some broad, some narrow, I passed. Finally I reached my longed-for goal. Wall Street. I drew up in front of the mammoth Stock Ex- change, buzzing within like a hive of bees. Leaping from my car I was entering the door when a nearby clock boomed three. Instantly the clamor ceased, the Exchange was closed. Through an act of charity I had lost millions. Riding slowly home that night, with Brice’s upbraidings and his statement that I had sold myself to the opposing inter- ests still ringing in my ears, I mused upon how little is to be gained by putting one’s trust in God by doing good. Even the heartfelt thanks of the old woman, for her daughter was recovering, failed to assuage my sorrowful heart. The next morning I picked up the paper with forebodings of disaster. Here would be printed, for all the world to see, our total defeat, and, perhaps also, the reason for it. To my sur- prise and bewilderment, I read in glaring headlines of the United States Government’s great coup; how, acting under the provisions of the anti-trust law, they had nipped in the bud a gigantic corner in copper, and, finally, how the leaders of the great combine were already in jail. Gradually it dawned upon me that I had saved not only money but honor

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 olljfr nf CSr n FL (A Ballad.) A stately hall was Heorot, Built by good King Hrothgar ; This noble mead-hall often held The brave from lands afar. And there, with many bumpers rare, They toasted heroes bold; And paid their court to ladies fair. As mighty deeds were told. To Heorot, the hall of fame. In reign of good Hrothgar, Old Grehdel came, fierce son of Cain, Who dwelt from men afar. The troll in his nocturnal raids. Was wont to prey on men; And many brave and goodly Thanes Were dragged down to his den. The monster prowled on them at will; And all were powerless To meet this fiend of hell, who wrought So much unhappiness;