Merrimack College - Merrimackan Yearbook (North Andover, MA)

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3n iflemoriam MAURICE A. McLaughlin B achelor of Science, 1942 Master of Science, 1945 Assistant Professor of Chemistry Professor McLaughlin was the first lay instructor appointed to the staff of Merrimack College in 1947. His kindly manner and expert academic instruction played an integral part in the estab- lishment of Merrimack as a higher institution of learning. His death on January 22, 1953, profoundly shocked the faculty and student body, for he was one of our own — and so he shall remain. Requiescat in pace. REV. PATRICK J. CAMPBELL, O.S.A. REV. JAMES M. HURLEY, O.S.A. REV. THOMAS F. WALSH, O.S.A. REV. VINCENT A. McQUADE, O.S.A. REV. MICHAEL A. HOPKINS, O.S.A. 7

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The Very Reverend Joseph M. Dougherty, O.S.A., S.T.L., Ph.D., Prior Provincial of the Province of Saint Thomas of Villanova and President of the Board of Trustees of Merri- mack College. Through his long experience in higher educaion Father Dougherty is par- ticularly aware of Merrimack’s development. TRUSTEES The Most Reverend Joseph A. Hickey, O.S.A., S.T.M., J.C.D., Prior General of the Order of Hermits of Saint Augustine. From his office in the Eternal City supplemented by an annual visit to the College the Father General lends his special guidance and support to Merrimack. 6

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... A SEA-FARING MAN of Marblehead has no need for mansion huge or porticoed palace. But notice that he proudly boasts membership in the local Chamber of Commerce. ANNE BRADSTREET’S house is one of the many historic places in the immediate vicinity of the college campus. A poet once said that New England soil was too bar- ren to grow anything — so it produced men. It is true the land is poor, rocky, hilly, wornout even before the early English settlers wore it out further. But this land that tries men’s souls” has made these souls most fit to receive the inner life of beauty. Robert Frost could not grow enough food on his New Hampshire farm to feed his family, but he found there enough poetic nourishment to supply a nation. Our scenery is not spectacular. The quiet charm of wandering valley streams, the craggy ruggedness of rocks and rills are not conducive to heroic dreams. Rather, here is an invitation to contemplate the smaller works of God, to notice the unnoticed, to peer down- ward and inward. Nor is this a confession of inferior- ity, for here They love their land because it is their own. And scorn to give aught other reason why. NEW ENGLANDERS turn many a fond, commercial eye to the past, and antiques form an imp ortant com- merce for some of its inhabitants.