Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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, f CHIVES m f p m ' t ' ii ii =- -f uli Qlurri 1921 Digitized by tine Internet Arcinive in 2010 witii funding from Boston Library Consortium IVIember Libraries http: www.arcliive.org details subturriundertow1921bost Edited by the SUB TURRI STAFF OF 1921 P Engravings by The Donovan Sullivan Engraving Company 235 Congress Street, Boston, Mass. Printed by The Heffernan Press, Spencer, Mass. Yod i esapoec O c Sos o 7 ' sy o y - Oi er Si arez, %z: Ya ej 7 y Cross i e Yr£ 66 9cYa 7a M7 cpe Y, ji| _ js 6(?o ye o v ' 7rso 7fY r 7ec Y paYAj joa e, 0n6 ' Jora ar7c c? oro 7e H er ffAeya fo 7kif r -OA f ' ' OU lavished unceasingly your care. You folded our tiny hands in evening prayer. You worried while we slept. You dreamed as we played. You loved though we fell. You inspired by your virtue. You restrained by your gentleness. Youth sometimes forgets. Motherhood never forgets. Because, now, we partially appreciate your good- ness, your virtue, your love, we dedicate this book to you. Mother. We, each man of us, sincerely dedicate this book to you, each Mother of you, spurred by the love that is purest and sweetest, the love of Son for Mother and Mother for Son. May we achieve the ambitions you dreamed for us. May you always be- MOTHER. God bless you. stents Pace The Mascot ' s Children 3 Prologue ....... 5 Dedication ....... 6 Sub Turri Staff ...... 8 Acknowledgments 10 The College H The Faculty 13 The Class 32 Student Life 165 Other Classes ...... 166 Sodalities 175 The Study Hour 181 The S. A. T. C 189 Sports 193 Societies and Social Life 225 Alumni ....... 245 Snaps 248 Page eight ditbrial Sfatr Business Manager John J. Clifford Photo Editor Thomas O ' Connor Managing Editor Thomas N. Foynes Advertising Manager Thomas J. Bunyon Art Editor Cornelius M. Flynn Assistant Editors John H. V. MacGr. th Walter J. Furlong Associate Editors Francis J. McCaffrey Francis J. De Celles Bernard H. McGrath James H. Rooney John H. Higgins James N. Shea Gordon F. Irons Harold J. W. Sullivan Irving Gregory John J. Burns James George Glennon Thomas F. Reynolds, Jr. Alumni Editor Edwin D. Gallagher Assistant Alumni Editors Francis A. Gilbert Francis J. Morrissey Ambrose A. Crowley Michael F. Donovan Society Editors Walter A. Cremen Wm. J. Cunningham Assistant Business Managers Raymond A. McCarthy Lincoln D. Lynch i m Charles J. McCabe John B. Donahue John J. Sullivan Edward T. Cusick William F. Dowling Thomas A. Salmon Sporting Editor Henry C. Fisher Assistant Sporting Editors James E. Donahue Robert E. Foy John W. Kennedy Oratorical Editor Eugene J. Sullivan Advertising Solicitors Edward P. Breau Joseph J. Doyle Martin Henry McInerney Fred E. Mockler Acknowledgments 1 All who read should know that this was a weird assignment. During those scarce moments when the sands of the hour glass hesitated in the narrow passage before dropping into the well below, this book was got together. It was a hard task made pleasurable by the helping hands, hints and hearts of friends. As you appreciate SuB TuRRI, so will you estimate the kindly assistance of these friends: Dean Patrick J. McHugh, S. J., for he patiently saw to it that our assets set the pace for our expenditures; Gene Mack, Boston Globe Staff Artist, for he labored incessantly and at great sacrifice on the sketches; Bob Brawley, ' 20, for he gave us the Eagle and other sketches; Messrs. Donovan Sullivan, for they labored over the engravings, cared for hun- dreds of details, plotted our color schemes, made the dollar do the impossible, and themselves did the impossible when our dollars were gone; Mr. W. J. Heffernan, for the artistic printing is the result of his infinite care, numerous suggestions and personal interest; Miss Mary Flynn, of the Champlain Studios, for her divine patience in putting up with the antics of the one hundred-odd of us as we sat for our photos; The Members of the Staff, who sacrificed willingly, but more especially, Jack Clifford, Scottish business manager; Tom Bunyon, persevering ad. manager; Tom O ' Connor, world-beating photographer; and J. H. V. MacGrath, re-write man. A thousand thanks to all of you. The Editor Gray Ghost of Gothic Gentleness, Though thou our spirit has enshrined, Thy tender care and blessedness. With doleful soul — we leave behind. 1 Thy shades which oft ' at twilight ' s dawn In farewell sadly bid us haste Will wait us vainly with the morn And waiting taste of absence ' s taste. And though thy heart will grieve anew, As chimes dispel the clinging hours, Some morn the sparkle of the dew Will herald hosts of fresher flowers. Francis L. Ford, ' 23 Of course a college cannot be, Unless it has a faculty. Tradition says this must be so, Let ' s ask each class — we do not know. The Freshmen modestly admit That teachers sometimes help a bit. While Sophomores ! They say the rules Professors give just make them fools! Philosophy-crazed Juniors claim Their teachers bar the road to fame. The Seniors — Heaven praised be — Presume to teach the Faculty! The classes seem to disagree About the College Faculty, But with the Freshmen, we admit, The Faculty does help — a bit. Myles T. McSweeney, ' 23 G UIDES OF OUR YOUTH, friends of our future, exemplars of our lives. We know you for we have dwelt among you. We love you for we know you. In the wealth of principles you have taught, we may have forgotten for a moment, like children, your foster- Ml But in the maelstrom and turmoil of the future, when the principles learned from you come forth to steady our course, to give courage to our position midst the raging, mongrel tides of error, and to guide us in that hour of test that every man craves as his share of life ' s burden, then we shall appreciate the treasured heritage that has been ours because we were yours during four years. You have taught us to distinguish the evanescent chaff from the rock-ribbed, eternal truth of the Father. You have given us a profound understanding of the Faith of our Fathers. Sacrificing, patient, erudite, heroic, humble — it is you who are carrying the gathering burdens of a bewil- dered world; it is you who are the bulwark against the implacable assaults on American ideals; it is you who have perpetuated the redeeming teachings of the Master. The four years ' vigil is ending. The crusade is calling. We kneel again for your blessing. Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam REVEREND WILLIAM DEVLIN, S. J. PRESIDENT REVEREND PATRICK J. McHUGH, S. J. VICE PRESIDENT, DEAN AND PREFECT OF STUDIES iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiKO I M M i%i REVEREND JAMES F. FITZPATRICK, S. J. PREFECT OF DISCIPLINE V M REVEREND JAMES F. MELLYN, S. J. TREASURER Page eighteen i ra REVEREND THOMAS J. McCLUSKEY, S. J. PROFESSOR TO SENIOR IN PSYCHOLOGY, NATUR. ' VL THEOLOGY AND EVIDENCE OF RELIGION 1 REVEREND JONES I. J. CORRIGAN, S. J.. PROFESSOR TO SENIOR IN ETHICS 1 REVEREND WILLIAM STINSON, S. J., PROFESSOR TO SENIOR IN BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION 9 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiC i 3 M MAJOR FRANK W. CAVANAUGH, A. B., LL.D. PROFESSOR TO SENIOR IN JURISPRUDENCE MR. EUGENE J. FEELEY, A. B., A. M., PROFESSOR OF LATIN, ENGLISH AND MATHEMATICS REVEREND IGNATIUS W. COX, S. J § h REVEREND FREDERICK G. BOEHM, S. J. REVEREND CHARLES W. LYONS, S. J. REVEREND GERALD C. TREACHY, S. J. REVEREND MICHAEL J. AHERN, S. J. Historical Synopsis V m Boston College owes its inception to John McElroy, priest of the Society of Jesus, a member of the original Jesuit foundation in Boston, St. Mary ' s, at Endicott Street, in the North End. August 1st, 1857, Father McElroy purchased a strip of land fronting on Harrison Avenue, intending to establish a college of higher studies for members of the Society of Jesus. In 1863, this Scholasticate was transferred to Georgetown, D. C. In the building thus left vacant, Boston College was instituted. The necessary power of conferring collegiate degrees was conferred by act of the Massachusetts Legislature on May 25, 1863. The first classes were organized on September 5, 1864, with an enrollment of twenty-two students. Fifty years were passed in those first surroundings, fifty years that might tell a fascinating story of the unflagging energy, courage and zeal of the men who carried on. The second half century came and with it the magnificent Cothic structures on the Heights. A little while, only, has this second era been under way and the great work of expansion has gained new impetus. Long since, the capacity of the present buildings has been overtaxed. New buildings are needed. A public drive for two millions of dollars has been launched and heavily oversubscribed. Boston College has ever been guided by men possessed of great intellectual gifts and scholarly attainments. Father John Bapst, S. J., directed the course of the college from its foundation until 1869. Father Robert W. Brady, S. J., succeeded him during the ensuing year. From 1870 to 1879 Father Robert Fulton, S. J., assumed control. In the intervening years from 1879 to 1888 the president ' s chair was suc- cessively occupied by Jeremiah O ' Connor, S. J., Edward V. Boursaud, S. J., Thomas H. Stack, S. J., and Nicholas Russo, S. J. In 1888 Robert Fulton, S. J., was again called to the direction of the institution. Then, from 1891 to 1907 the destinies of the college were guided by such men as Edward I. Devitt, S. J., Timothy Brosnahan, S. J., Reid Mullan, S. J., William Gannon, S. J. In 1907 the Rev. Thomas I. Gasson, S. J., assumed direction of the college. Progress had been so steady and growth in members and educational influence so marked that increased facilities were needed. Accordingly, the present location was purchased in 1907. The Rev. Charles W. Lyons, S. J., succeeded Father Gasson as president, and was in turn succeeded, two years ago, by the Rev. William Devlin, S. J., the present Rector. Rotunda _ to ■■■ ( Iv Sk Kfj KjI k w i j ' Hv B v ' ' ' ' ' ' ' mM ' - ' 9m - 1 Guggenberger CHAPTER XXI In the Year of Our Lord 1921 there was graduated from Boston College, which is, as I have narrated in a previous chapter, an institution of ancient standing and scholastic learning, a Class of Brilliants. These Brobdingnagians did much to arouse the good people of the United States, which is a country of North America, to a proper appreciation of the worth of a college education of the proper sort. It was in the year ' 17 that this Class of Brilliants, of whom I write, did by their sparkling, lustrous, glittering, and distinguished conduct of collegiate affairs first make of themselves the cynosure of admiring optics, and cause to be spread among the applauding peoples of the land that temporarily disastrous bronchopneumonia. Their discretion, prudence, judgment, sagacity, and skill in choosing associates and the consistent method of their preference made of them a genus unicus — as they were saying in Rome at the time of my last visit. In degree of perfection, all other colle- gians seemed in the chrysalis in comparison. All other collegians viewed them with eyes of chrysoprase. But they in turn were convulsed with cachinnation on observing the green-eyed jealousy of the others. And so I come to the occasion upon which they did board their cabriolet and prance to the coliseum at New Haven. Within the capacious arena they made the gladiators of this latter country seem like so many broccoli. Now it was that the epidemic of bronchopneumonia surged over the land. And again on the following year, did they return and soundly thrash the barbarians again, and once more did the epidemic reap its harvest. On four epochal occasions did the cardinal vandalls of the West invade the terri- tories of the Brilliants and on each of these occasions the infringers were repulsed and squashed and trod upon like so many Mollusca — of which I have so often written. Often, I have wondered why these western vandalls returned each harvest time for a more pronounced trimming, but, as my friend the letter carrier says — Once drunk, always blind — and so methinks that even now after their tetrahedral defeat they have not profited much and will return anon for more and graver punishments. ALL OF WHICH WHEN TRANSLATED MEANS: that we have profited by our stay on the Heights. We have aided in building tradition. We were instrumental in twice licking Yale and drubbed Holy Cross to our heart ' s content and Worcester ' s discomfiture. We are a GREAT CLASS — but we know that we are not the greatest — for tomorrow is another day and greater classes will follow. We DID OUR BIT. To Thee M n To thee Old Pal — I know not whom, That when school days have flown to doom, I ' ll never meet to press thy hand. Nor hail thee on Life ' s seething strand; To thee, Old Pal, I sing my song, — Until We Meet Again — So Long. Now, after reading the above, who is there possessed of such audacity as to assert that any of the trifling knocks which follow were intended to hurt. A chap cannot write poetry that rises to such sublime, heavenly heights as does the above and within the same heart think a thought that would do grave injustice to his Classmate. It just could not be t hat way. Quite so. I see Bunso Burns, he that sits in the front row, rise to give utterance. Saith Bunso, Against the thesis so ably enunciated, neither I nor Father McCluskey nor the other distinguished Scholastic Philosophers can advance a valid objection. We concede everything the Editor writeth and deny nothing. Thanks, Bunso. To those, other than our Classmates, who may read the following pages and be in need of enlightenment, we would say — As the good, old-fashioned palaver is spread out under any individuum ' s portrait, in just that proportion believe that what is written is what the subject desired should be written — BUT, believe it in the inverse proportion. Much has been written that should never have been written. AND much has been left unsaid that would furnish surprises for the Folks at Home. Howsomever, any fellow who receives his degree from Boston College, slaves through four years and through a half-million lines of Latin and Greek and the dust of Commonwealth Avenue, is possessed of a piece of stiff spine, a jaw full of stamina and a head full of brains that should come in handy later on and should make the Folks at Home feel proud. EDWARD P. BREAU Born April 8, 1899, at North Cambridge, Mass. Missing Absentees 4; ' Varsitv Track 2, 3, 4; Class Baseball 2; Class Football 3; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4 ; Secretary Fulton 4; Intercollegiate Debate Com- mittee 4; K. of C. Lecture Team 4; As- sistant Advertising Manager Sub Turri 4. B stands for Breau; Beadle, which he was; and Beginning, which he is. ' Yon Breau has a lean and hungry look, said some distinguished personage of Eddie. Not that he was a sly old Cassius, but that he had the misfortune to be selected Beadle of Senior. Now, Beadle of Freshman, or Sopho- more or Junior is one thing; but Beadle of Senior! By the time a fellow dons the cap and gown of Senior he is supposed to be friendly with every chap in the Class and is supposed to know, with the French, that it is noble to oblige. The Beadle registers the names of all absentees and late comers in the Prefect of Discipline ' s Office. The register never became intoxicated with ink when Eddie was Beadle. That is why, with Fr. McCluskey, we all called him the Amiable Mr. Breau. Another of his duties was to peddle America. Eddie had more trouble getting those lone nickles than the average subway patron has in getting gum out of one of those pesky slot-vending machines. Besides being Beadle, Eddie was a varsity trackman with a propensity for winning one point in the big meets. In the Eastern Intercollegiate meet in 1920, he clambered over the timbers, and annexed the usual one point, which captured the meet for the Maroon and Gold. Then, too, Eddie was a Fulton Debater. He lectured on the Smith- Towner Bill with the K. of C. Lecture Teams. He was secretary of the Fulton. On Thursday afternoons he regularly entertained Mr. John Lane of St. John ' s Sem- inary. Putting two and two together, we get the idea that Eddie expects to join John in the Annex. Here ' s looking at you, Mr. Beadle; may you top Life ' s obstacles as you topped the tall timbers. M MICHAEL FRANCIS BRENNAN Born December 18, 1899, at Cambridge, Mass. Class Baseball 3, 4; Marquette 1, 2. It is too bad that the plan of this book necessitated the elimination of Mike ' s lower extremities, for Mike has a very capable pair. When Brown, the international hiker, came to Keith ' s, he challenged all comers. Mike left Cambridge for Boston and Brown left Boston for parts unknown. Mike used to walk to and from school. As the crow flies, this meant a daily sojourn of about twelve country miles. The self- reliance which he displayed in his carriage reflected his character — persistence, stead- tastness and tenacity. Mike spent many an hour in sober rumination during the course of his long hikes, and thus is explained his sound judg- ments on class and current topics. Passing through the noisome centers of life and down the main arteries of traffic with all their bustle and hustle disturbed him not a bit. He pursued the even tenor of his way with his agile stride, his observing eye, and spoke his mind with the calm modulation of the man who sees beneath the surface of things and is not influenced by superficialities. He took little part in college activities, outside work with the telephone company using most of his free hours. But in Freshman and Sophomore he served with the Marquette Debaters to good purpose. During Junior and Senior, he joined the class baseball squads and lived up to the expectations of his mighty name. ffiCHTS 3 THOMAS J. BUNYON Born August 24, 1900, at Cambridge, Mass. Assistant Ad. iManager Stylus 1 ; Adver- tising Manager Stylus 2, ' 3, 4; Fulton Debating Society 2, 3: Track 2; Adver- tising Manager Sub Turri 4. T. J. Bunyon is still a youth, as Father Time measures his children; but for concen- trated effort, stick-td-itiveness, classy results, general and particular information, and all- round good-fellowship, we hand the laurel wreath to Tom and admit that Father Time ' s method of appraising folks is sometimes not always the way to tell. Three years, this square-jawed chap has been Advertising Manager of the literary Stylus. Now, this proves two things — first, that he has the get-up-and-go — second- that he loves the gold eagle, for the Ad. Manager is the only salaried person on the literary Stylus staff. The ads. in this edition of SuB TuRRi were obtained by the persistent T. J We don ' t like to brag about his work, but he has more ads. in this book than any previous edition ever hoped to carry. Selling advertising space in Sub Turri is just about as easy as selling B. V. D. ' s to the Esquimaus. Yet Tom did it, and here you have a glorious criterion of what may be expected of him in the future. Tom was correspondent for the ' Taper for People Who Think. When not adver- tising, Tom argifies. He can punch more holes in a perfectly good and workable scheme than ten original pessimists. Just dope out some Utopian scheme and get Tom to show you where it won ' t work. Incidentally, of late years, he has blossomed out as a social lion. He speaks at the Maroon and Gold Club scuffles, appears with the Old Guard at all club functions, taxis to the hotel balls and shuffles with the waiters in the mountains. One mistake he made. In his Sophomore year, as listed above, he joined the track squad. Such a movie athlete never before was seen on the Heights. He pos- sessed more form than Venus de Milo and as many as half a dozen clean track suits. But the only medals he ever wore were the leather ones he put his feet into. You see, Tom, we had to swing the hammer once. PAUL M. BURKE Born October 1, at Rockland, Mass. V ' Varsity Track 2, 3, 4; Class Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice Presi- dent Boston College Club of Rockland. How do you get that way? Prove the thesis — and now you know Paul Burke of Rockland. Descendant of the famous Edmu.id Burke, this chap of our acquaintance bore the same marks — the same cool reasoning, the self-same powers of analysis. Meet him in the dining room, the corridor or on the defending side of a thesis and he was ready lor an argument — always forcing you to prove — that he was right — that was the hard part of it. On occasion, he would even force one of the Profs to defend a perfectly ortho- dox thesis. He had a way of arguing that was all his own. Commuting from Rockland never injured his amiable disposition, neither did the boils that oft adorned his neck. He was a wit of the jolly sort, never sharp, never cutting. He teamed up with his Rockland-Abington cronies, McGrath, Reardon, Lynch, and they were the butts of his humor. Paul was a student, but books never sagged his shoulders. which acquires knowledge easily. He was bright. Though he was an athlete, the Rockland time-table forbade varsity practice. But in class sports he played a leading role — a second or third place man. Baseball, football, track and hockey were his specialties. That ' s all there is, there isn ' t any more. He was of the clan JOHN J. BURNS Born May 1, 1901, at Cambridge, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Class Football 3, 4; St. Thomas Aquinas Soci- ety 1; Associate Editor Sue Turri 4. Someone has said that versatility is a lost art. To prove that this axiom, like every other rule, has its exceptions, we have only to consider the character and activities of John Burns of Cambridge. Built on physical proportions which be- speak the squared circle, and gifted with a tendency to stir up the more phlegmatic of his fellow-philosophers, friend John is a bane to those who seek unnecessary seclusion or ill-fitting solitude in the class room. After having aroused his neighbors to a pitcK where the air is growing tense with expectation, and the class goats are beginning to seek a safe haven from the brewing storm, John can resume a benignly peaceful attitude and a position of exemplary composure and not only give a living demonstration of what one should expect in a perfect recitation, but develop objections and questions which to — say the least — cause the beaming Prof, to consume much time and verbiage in their refutation. This ability to adapt oneself, rapidly, to the matter at hand is what distinguishes good-natured Jean from the great majority of fellows, whom we have observed in our association with the Class of ' 21. If the opportunity arises for humor. Monsieur Burns leaps upon it and eliminates from any existence, accompanied by the loud applause of the expectant gang. To be brilliant in class is a gift to make one grateful for the remainder of his days. To have a sense of humor and a ready wit, is the ideal of many who are numbered among the gifted. To possess both the luminous brilliance of the intel- lectual, and the virulent, adroit humor of the really mas- terful, well,— that is to be— JOHN BURNS. 5 td u THOMAS JOSEPH BURNS, JR. Born November 18, 1897, at South Hamilton, Mass. Beadle 1 ; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4. According to that eminent phrenologist, J. Remiah Mahoney, ' 21, Tom ' s psychological bump is developed to the maximum. As a matter of fact, all philosophy is as clear as crystal to Tommy. He has the happy fac- ulty of putting a book in every sentence. Tom is the living exemplification of the age-old maxim. Non in folio, sed in capita- Ho. The remarkable philosophical capacity of this young man was developed while play- ing the game of golf with bloated capital and the vested interests at the Myopia Country Club. Association with the conservatives made Tommy more or less reactionary, conse- quently, he is not in sympathy with the walk- ing delegate of the Scene Shifters ' Union, who sits a few seats away from him. Gold is a capitalistic game, and after a summer of golf, Tommy was wont to return to the Heights with a glorious coat of tan and a pocketfull of capital. Tommy is some little golfer. During Freshman, he served as beadle and was as kind and gracious as his successor in Senior was otherwise. Tom always managed to be looking out of the window when the late-comers arrived. There was no Jug that year — for us. The boys who preferred a special course in dramatics on Mondays and Thursdays were always able to do so with impunity when Tommy ' s Beadle-Book was func- tioning so perfectly ( ? ) . As we had J. Remiah Mahoney say in our lead, Tom has always been a dili- gent scholar. He gave the leaders many a stiff race for the medals and once or twice spurted into the lead himself. 3 i LEO JOSEPH CALLANAN Born January 18, 1900, at South Boston, Mass. College Orchestra, Cornet Soloist 1, 2, 3, 4; S. A. T. C. Band 2; College Band 3, 4; Class Football 3 ; Musical Clubs 3, 4. When Leo tripped lightly into the Fresh- man class room with a cornet in one hand and his diploma in the other, we never ex- pected that we had a musician who would rival the proverbial Gabriel in the blatant notes of his horn. Though he is a modest little fellow, he is the only man in the Senior class who can blow his own horn and get away with it. Of course this necessitates a pair of strong lungs, and Leo comes up to the specifications, having developed the same by haranging the mob on the Royal Blue Line auto during the interim between Cos- mology and Psychology. The young Gabriel of the Senior class is considered as one of the capitolio school of Scholastic Philos- ophy — and as a chief success in the defense of the most famous theses in all Philos- ophy — of course we don ' t need to say which one it is — we all know. At times Leo has shined in other fields — he has taken Civil Service and rendered valiant service to the aforesaid while conducting them through the throes of the Moonlight Waltz at the Maroon and Gold Club dance. All of which goes to prove the thesis — Leo is not as bashful as he appears. n n LINUS MANNING CALLEN Born September 5, 1899, at Woonsocket, R. I. Brosnahan Debating Society 1 ; Mar- quette Debating Societv 2; Brighton- AUston Boston College Club 3, 4. Factories shut down, department stores closed their doors, people paraded, bands played on the day that Linus was born. Linus was born on Labor Day — the day of rest. But Linus was not seeking rest. He came into this mundane sphere to work, and his subse- quent conduct has justified his visit. Woonsocket was only a small town and Linus felt that his talents would be better appreciated in a city of greater magnitude. Bag and baggage he arrived in Boston. At times, Linus thought that he was mechanically inclined and pursued a mechanical course. But later he transferred to B. C. High and finally arrived with us at the Oxford of America. War came. Linus enlisted in the S. A. T. C. and along with most of us, he fought the terrible campaign on Chestnut Hill. How often have we heard him tell of the terrible, woe-stricken night on which he got his feet wet. Those were the days of War. Down in Allston, as Duffy O ' Regan will attest, he is famed for his histrionic ability. The annual minstrel show would not be complete without Linus in the cast. At College, Linus is different. A halo of peace and contentment encircles his brow, as he sits like a marble bust of his ancestors drinking in the deep lectures on history and science. Few perhaps except those he has chosen as intimates know the depths of his unde- monstrative nature. Ever modest and retiring, we used to love his morning smile. Concerning his future, John Law Sullivan, one of his closest pals, says, I intend not to divulge any privileged matter nor to betray the corifidence reposed in me. neither expect me to prophesy the future, but be not surprised if next year you observe Linus drinking at the golden fount in the sequestered cloisters across the way. Nay, we will not be surprised, John. JOHN JOSEPH CARROLL Born January 3, at Somerville, Mass. Sh! — sh! — sh! — an atmosphere of mystery the plot thickens — enter J. J. the mysteri- ous sleuth. J. J. is most conscientious in all his pur- suits, but particularly in the pursuit of knowl- edge, and in this respect those especially which are cloaked in the garb of mysticism. His greatest mystery is philosophy. His microscope takes a vacation whenever he sets himself to the task of doping out this deepest of all mysteries. Possessor of acute and keen powers of inquisition, J. J. never did amaze us by solving philosophical problems of tremen- dous c omplication and infinite delicacy. J. J. found philosophy as easy as pie. Work, systematic work, with a quiet Sh! — sh! of mystery thrown in, was his method. Work is the most essential factor in education. With- out it all knowledge is passive and accordingly useless — was J. J. ' s theory. J. J. had a tender sense of duty. An incident of the Great War will illustrate. Amby was J. J. ' s close friend. J. J. was on guard on a dark night after taps. No one was to enter without the countersign for the day; too many bucks had been A. W 0. L. — taking in little dancing parties and Orpheums, etc. A dark form was disappearing through the barracks window. J. J. challenged. The dark form emerged. J. J. gave the command to advance for identification. Amby breezed within his ken and smiled a pleasant greeting. J. J. was cold as ice. Amby went to the guard house. J. J. had done his duty. J. J, was a good fellow, had a broad grin, was a good student, had a sympa- ' thetic ear, was modest, inclined to practical joking — witness the Amby incident. One thing only we can say in disparagement, he often smelled of the cows, steers, etc., that he used to drive to the Brighton Stock- yards for slaughter. We think he is destined to be one of the future Armours. We wish you well, J. J. B h u U GEORGE HERBERT CLEARY Born April 25, 1899, at East Boston, Mass. Fabre Club 4; B. C. K. of C. Club 4; East Boston College Club 3, 4. In every picture which we conjure up from the memory of Collegiate Life, there will always stand out in clear outline, one fellow. Poised just apart, yet within conversational range, from an exceedingly animated group of his fellow-ethicians; quiet, silent, with the cool assurance of the well-poised man, he smokes with an air of abstraction. First impression would cause one to opine that he prefers the solitude of his own thoughts to the more enlivening influences of the crowd. This deduction would shortly be dispelled, at the presence of a few self-contained acquaint- ances of his own type, whose numerous and lengthy attempts at conversation resemble the well known cipher with the entire rim removed. But now, with the knowledge which has come to us of this titian-haired lad ' s activ- ities, after class hours, we are inclined to believe that we missed many a nice little party, which should not have been missed, for there thunders upon our tympanic membrane, the bewhiskered adage: Still waters run deep. Some men are noted for their oratorical skill, others for their ability in class, a few are pointed out by an admiring posterity, as the musically talented, but Herb Cleary has an unique distinction; he is the Most Silent. It is needless to remark that when- ever anyone mentions silence, every one else thinks of G. H. C. Yet, withal, his coagitators in chemistry and the other sciences in which he delves, are glad to number him as a friend, and without a doubt the privileged few who have tasted the sparkling liquid which flows from his cup of friendship, are rightfully glad of the fortunate occur- rence. Courteous, unobtrusive, on equal terms with all, this youthful scientist has the best wishes of all, as he pass ' out to try his luck and — silence with the great world which awaits outside the campus. JOHN J. CLIFFORD Born February 9, 1899. at Newton Highlands, Mass. Asst. Bus. Manager Stylus 2; Business Manager Stylus 3; Editor-in-Chief Stylus 4; Vice President Brosnahan Debating Society 1 : Vice President Marquette De- bating Society 2; Fulton Debating Soci- ety 3, Treasurer 4; Sec.-Treas. Newton B. C. club 3; President Newton B. C. Club 4; Radio Club 2; Business Manager Sub Turri 4. The usual facial expression of Awnest Jawn is a cloud of smoke; the unusual is printed above. Between his eloquent pipe and his ability to hold the money bag with- out loosening the strings, his fame is wide- spread, his reputation angelic. Way back in Freshman, after the Stylus staff discovered that Jack carried his own lunch, smoked a pipe and borrowed cigarettes, he was made chief subscription collector. ' Miscellanies disappeared from the account book and Jawn continued in the business department until his Senior year, when he was named Editor-in-Chief. The Fulton Debating Society was in debt. Jawn was elected treasurer on his record. The Fulton immediately stepped out of debt and into the get-rich-quick class. There were 130 candidates for Business Manager of Sub Turri. Jawn was picked. And this despite his thousand and one other jobs. How much money are you going to have to get out this Sub Turri? the Editor asked Jawn. How much do you want to spend ? was Jawn ' s answer. Oh— about tum-ti-tum-tum, said the Editor. Go ahead, said Jawn, and if you want any more let me know an hour or so ahead of time. But Jawn did not stop there. After he was fairly certain that he would have enough money to pay for the numerals on page 296, he set about organizing a Central Boston College Club. And some day expect to see the State House moved back towards the river a bit and Jawn ' s B. C. Club rise to magnificent heights in its stead. Like his pipe, Jawn ' s works speak for themselves. After all is said and done, Jawn has the Mind stuff, even though he dislikes to be told that it exists. i U FRANK P. CONNORS Born October 5, 1898, at Boston, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, 2 ; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4. Sam Gompers never had a thing on Frank when it comes to a question of Labor and the War On Capital. During the past five or six years, this doughty scene shifter has been connected in an active capacity with the Stage Employees ' Union, acting as business agent for the afore- said organization. Frank is one of those men who can juggle about six irons in the fire at the same time and not burn his fingers on any of them. Between Ethics and Psychology, most of us found enough work to keep our nose rubbing itself coarse on the grindstone. Not so with Frank. During his spare hours he manages to attend a school of accounting, carry on his work with the labor unions, and make a small amount of pocket lining by shifting scenes at the Majestic Theatre — the remainder of the time he divided equally between sleep and Doc Walsh. It is rumored that this same Connors is the man who assisted Charlie McCabe and Cusick in their endeavor to become stars of the curtain ropes — even as Frank himself. Suffice it to say that McCabe ' s work in the famous and startling Hunting- ton A.venue success, ' Dazzling the Diz, caused Connors to rue having hired him. However, in justice to Frank ' s ability to handle and hire men, it should be said that Cusick lived up to expectations. Frank knows the whole labor question, from the open shop to the blind tiger, and abhors the very thought of the unearned increment. Withal this talk about Frank ' s outside and inside in- formation, this story may best be cut short by saying that for conscientiousness and real results, Frank de- serves the high honors that are to come to him. m DANIEL JOSEPH COSTELLO Born 19th Century, at Haverhill, Mass. Varsity Baseball 3. Class Football 4. Daniel Joseph Costello, better known as Dan, and even more familiarly as Old Mose, was born sometime in the Nineteenth Century, and at an early age displayed marked ability in the art of putting twisters on a baseball. At St. John ' s Prep, he established the record for strikeouts which stands to this day and which ranked him as the top-notch twirler in the prep school class. Leaving the prep school, he headed for Holy Cross, but soon decided that commuting on the B. M. and Lake Street car, and bask- ing in the classic atmosphere of University Heights would better accord with his nature than the confinement of Holy Cross. So, we found Dan enrolled on the Dean ' s list as of the class of ' 19, and on the Prefect ' s list, frequently, as of the Class of 2:30. All went well until the day the King called for patriots. Then Old Mose hung up his books and trekked along with the 4,567,841 draftees. He wielded a mean pick and shovel and looked well in his 0. D. ' s Eighteen months, more or less, of service in France and Dan landed back on the pier at South Boston with callous medals on his hands and bunions on his knees from extended duty in the K. P. Corps. He came to us in Junior and will be with us to the end. Camp Devens, nor the transports, nor the trenches, nor shavetails, nor N. C. O. ' s did ruin Dan ' s disposi- tion, of which Bill Dowling said, Dan has a nature as sweet as God has given any man. I M n M 1 M JAMES ALOYSIUS GEORGE COX Born June 21, 1900, at Brighton, Mass. Please do not be deceived by that birth line — Jimmie removed to Newton long before he was able to dress himself. There are Coxes and Coxes, but from Massachusetts to Ohio, 1921 has singled out James Aloysius George as sole representative of the cele- brated clan. Please do not confuse this chap with the superfluity of names with the Demo- cratic Jimmy Cox of Ohio, who was buried under the Republican landslide. Jimmy or Alo can do almost anything. He accomplishes everything with unbelievable ease. He proves a thesis as well as he sails a boat. He is not particularly susceptible to the fair sex, but when he occasionally seeks their society he certainly shows mighty good taste in his selection. Jimmy was an extremely good student. During his Senior year, he spent considerable spare time studying law, and already is considered quite an authority on the legality of prohibition. His modesty is proverbial. He dislikes to be talked about, although his good points are so numerous that they elicit many high-sounding praises. We asked him to list his undergraduate activities and the date of his birth. His answer was, June, 1900. Activities: Purely vegetative, and darn little of that. Thus you read not only his modesty but his keen sense of humor. This humor, by the way, usually turns to the dry, subtle sort. The Coxes need never be ashamed of Jimmy. They may never be as proud of him as we are, but they might throw out their chests just a little bit. CHARLES ANTHONY COYLE Born April 2, 1928, at North Adams, Mass. President 3, President 4, Dramatic Club 4, B. C, K. of C. Club 4. Chuck was as diplomatic as Richelieu, as jjolite as Chesterfield, as sparkling as a quaff of old Burgundy, president of Junior and Senior, about six feet two, slim and sorrel- topped. He came into being at North Adams, which is a way-station, up-State, and deserving of a vote of thanks for furnishing a habitation for Chuck. We are told that Chuck led the neighborhood babes in bawling and later the high school boys in baseball ing. He led his parents to Lawrence and some of the sons of Lawrence to B. C. Then, he led us, as above- hinted, and next, we are told, he will lead a nice young — but what is the use of our stating the obvious about a good-looking chap. To predicate a trite expression — he was a hale fellow well met. He was hale because he was care-free. Well-met because sympathetic. His popularity was unlimited, the fellows in the class liked him, the lower classmen liked him and the members of the faculty liked him. He was tall, very tall, and his clothes hung on him like the clothes in a style book, and just as richly. He was smart — as smart as he was tall. Charlie Coyle was a credit to the Class and the College and will be a credit to his new home town of Providence when he becomes its mayor, as McCaffrey says he wiU. s5 9 h V h WALTER A. CREMEN Born December 20, 1898, at Somer -ille, Mass. Sec. Somer ' ille B. C. Club 1: Treas. Som- erville B. C. Club 2, 3; Society Editor Sub Turri 4. The close of the nineteenth century marks two important events; one, the first pre-pay- ment car; the other, the birth of Walter. Most folks had never heard of Somerville when Walter started to crawl and startle the world; but now that sedate village is as well- known as New York or soft drinks. The rea- son is — Walter. He is different. At the age when most babies are crying or sucking their thumbs, Walter was shaving and sucking a pipe. As Father Time labored on, the blush- ing babe grew in size and wisdom. His teach- ers remarked his knowledge; his friends, his nerve. Then came the day when, amid the fond caresses of professors, the sighs of love- sick maidens, and the cheers of the rabble, Walter left Somerville High School and became a Rah-Rah boy in Sub-Freshman. Five years have passed. It is a day in June. The sun is high in the heavens. The leaves are green. A gentle breeze blows from the lakes below. The graduation exer- cises have ended. The boys are bidding adieu. Walter is the tall, good-looking, well- groomed chap being showered with the congratulations of the multitude — Somer- ville has turned out en masse. Walter combined business with pleasure, book learnin ' with practice. During Freshman he entered upon the management of a Somerville show house. He made a rip-roaring success of it — and when any undergraduate society was putting on a good time, Walter was called upon to furnish the films and the theatrical talent. Walter learned how to smile, to tell stories, to crack jokes, to be self-confident and a lot of other things as a showman. Whether solving astronomical difficulties, o ' - the intricate steps of a modern dance, his poise is unshakable. As a student, Walter was not a grind. Rather, he was one of those chaps who picks knowledge up easily anr discloses it knowingly. He did not care much for Latin and Greek, in the original, but oh how he did like logic, ethics and psychology. The law is going to miss another IwiUiAH? Choate, if it does not get him before the church bells toll in Somerville. AMBROSE E. CROWLEY m V m Born November 14, at Brookline, Mass. Class Hockey 1, 2; Class Baseball 1. The world ' s Wealthiest Town gave us its finest son in Amby. Ambrose is one of those men who take great pleasure in life and its problems. A deep thinker, with a will that sprouts, as his portrait will attest, from his lips, his eyes and his jaw. His discerning mind steadied our course through many a rocky strait. In theory, but not in practice. Friend Ambrose is a true follower of the drowsy Buddhistic doctrine and its somnolent Nir- vana. This theory concerning the dormant state never interfered with his assiduous methods of study. Amby always annihil- ated the exams. From the patent fact that Ambrose devoted most of his time and energy to the prime object of the College, and in view of the fact that he met with success equalled by few, we credit him with the happy and rare faculty of concentrating his mind upon the matter at hand and the end in view to the absolute exclusion of all alien consid- erations. The possession of this gift, plus other splendid qualities, causes us to harbor the firm conviction that some day Brookline will be much more the Wealthiest Town — which is another way of saying that Ambrose is due to amass a goodly portion of this world ' s goods. Maybe some day he will buy up the branch road of the B. A. that goes out through Brookline. Long nights, as station agent, have qualified him to be in a position to know very much about railroading. And long nights in the same station have placed him in a position to learn something about persons other than railroad magnates. We are looking to the future for the sight of money bags and for the sound of the conjugal hymn. 1 M 5 WILLIAM EDWARD CULHANE Born January 16, at Cambridge, Mass. In unity there is strength. Cul was strong for a mild form of Socialism, some- times. He was well-read and often practiced the Greek phalanx system of combat. Hence his successful three-year campaign in Greek. After his annual and tedious winter cam- paign on the Heights, Cul was wont to cross the isthmus and the bay to Hull. At Hull he continued his study of fossils, ani- mate and inanimate, studied astronomy, the stars of heaven and the summer vacation stars, and studied the transit question as vivified by the branch track that runs from Pemberton to Nantasket. Often we saw Cul waving the red flag — not of Socialism — but the danger flag — on the grade crossing. The miniature train would crawl past, the pretty girls would shake-a-day-day at Cul from the car windows and Cul would go back into his little wayside station and ponder over everything but — philosophy. Bill — we sometimes called him Bill instead of Cul — was immensely popular with the fellows. He was an ardent rooter at all games. He was inclined to joking. Sometimes during Sophomore, Bill used to go to the accursed blackboard and jolly the kindly Prof, on Greek paradigms. Then when he went in to take his orals at the end of Junior, he pretended to be a stammerer — result he passed away the allotted period of time with ease and comfort. Cul need worrv little about the future. His ability to plan things out, sur- passing Napoleon ' s skill, assures him of success. We do not know what he intends to follow as a life work, but we hear the New Haven needs a new president. 1 FRANCIS H. CUMMINGS Born November 24, 1899, at Haverhill, Mass. Football Squad 1, 2; Track 1, 2, 3; Presi- dent Haverhill B. C. Club 4; Head Waiter Lunch Counter 4. Hey! Frank, coffee and — . Give us an egg and a bottle of milk. Come on, please, speed it up. Check? Aw, come on, be a regular feller! Take this dime and gimme a piece of apple. Thataboy! Folks, that is the way we and 500 or so more of our kind addressed Frank during our hectic college days. He was head waiter under the Magdallena regime and again under the justly notorious Wellington reign. And some head waiter he was, too! All one had to be to get a piece of apple pie was in possession of a thin dime or its equivalent — a blue check. Frank used to wait on the dignified Seniors first — first after he had eaten his own Dignified Senior ' s lunch of coffee, beans and pie — stale pie. Them was the days! Yea, bo! You said it! Frank started in well by coming all the way down from Haverhill. He dis- played the proper amount and kind of spirit, as J. B. used to say, He took the only thing Haverhill had to give him, the train out, and came to Boston. During his Freshman and Sophomore years, he had an idea that he could play )otball. He joined Brickley ' s squad, but Jim Fitzpatrick was doing the punting and drop kicking and ' Frank ' never had a chance. The training came in handy, however, for it was his science that helped our Class team to gallop through to the Campus Championship. Frank also joined the track squad. The track team had its free training table, but this could not induce Frank to join, for he was already getting free eats from Wellington. He joined the track because here he was in his element. Mgr. Jim Donahue will tell you what he did for the track. Frank further manifested his loyalty and interest in things Boston College by forming the Haverhill Boston College Club. He was elected first president in appreciation of his initiative. Cummings was a sturdy student, had numberless friends, including the writer, and is bound to make a good medico. footba E I C ' ) !!!!! IIIIIIIIIIIIIMfS [ Page fifty-five WILLIAM J. CUNNINGHAM Born November 16, 1897, at Portland, Maine Pres. Boston College Club of Somerville 4; Society Editor of Sub Turri 4, Track 1, 2. The dark, thick, flow of pilgrims to the shrine of learning on the Heights, puffs, slips, and saunters its way slowly or rapidly as experience or studious earnestness dictates. The distance seems tedious. The incline is steep and the weather seems to offset the good resolution of more fortuitous times, and so ... a few weaken. But see. striding smoothly up the hill comes a neat and ath- letic figure. Bent over to his task, balancing a notebook under an arm, his shoulders swinging easily, moving quietly and with a serene, energetic stride. Gentle reader, or gruff, allow us to intro- duce to you, in the person of this efficient pedestrian, — the vaunt of Somerville, Bill Cunningham. Be not alarmed at the birthplace of William, for, at the childlike age of three years, he moved to Somerville, and, as the poet exclaimeth: What was Port- land ' s debit was Somerville ' s credit. William Joseph is one of those quiet, taciturn fellows, who are rarely found guilty of incentive to riot, but who. on the other hand, do not clutter the lists of conditions with their fair cognomens. Two features stand out in a consideration of W. J. C. One is his favorite pastime, which is, making visits to Montreal. The other is a phrase that marks the brief conversation in which Bill usually indulges. If you were to say to Friend Cunningham: Did you ever hear of a report-card being lost in the mail? or, What do you think is the average amount of lead in the lunchroom doughnut? he would look at you suspiciously and ask: Who wants to know? William acquired his healthy frame by much exercise. He was on the track team two years as a pole-vaulter. and it is rumored that the H20 at L Street is no foreign substance to him. in the college social life, he is prom- inent, and acts as though to the soup and fish born. His silence concerning his service activities, which cost him a year in college, is typical of the man. But above all, we will remember him as a good-natured, ready- witted and exceedingly self-confident fellow-student. Friendly to all, and of all, a friend. CORNELIUS A. CURRY Born June 10, 1896, at New Britain, Conn. Glee Club Soloist 4. It is hard for one to reconcile in his mind a man with an exceptionally clear voice and at the same time a delver into the dark subtleties of philosophy and especially the- ology. But to show that such a phenomenon does actually exist, one need only turn towards our Class and consider Mr. Curry, whose lucid tones have caused the profes- sional songsters to tremble for their honors, and the spell-bound audience to return to life ' s prosaic dullness with new thoughts and inspirations. To possess this talent and to pass over it with a smile of amusement, meanwhile plung- ing headlong into the gathered wisdom of the ages, is what caused our golden-toned tenor to be differentiated from his fellow-workers. He is not merely satisfied with the possession and development of such a splendid gift, but he seeks greater successes, and in the search he leaves no stone unturned, no detail untouched. When our modest hero joined us, three years late, he was unknown and unac- quainted with the new Senior Class. Today, there are few within the College who have not heard of his name and musical ability. Amiability is a natural quality in this student, and if one discerns a silent group surrounding a short, thick-set philoso- pher, expostulating with the calm suavity of the born gentleman, one may rest assured that a class in theology is now being held by Friend Curry. Some classes have their orators, others boast of their brilliant scholars, but there j  is only one class which can vaunt a singing-theologian, ' and that class is ' 21 — and the marvel himself hails from ' - ' ' Connecticut. B M EDWARD FRANCIS CUSICK Born February 15, 1900, at Dorchester, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, Treas- urer 2 ; College Play 1 ; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Dorchester B. C. Club 3, 4. One would have to look twice at the Duke ' s long, angular form and sober coun- tenance to be sure that the Martyred Lincoln had not been reincarnated. Even then, you would ask yourself Is it my eyes that make me see so, or the Scotch? Why we labelled Ed the Duke is an unsolved problem of the past. But Duke he was, is and will be. Certainly he bore no resemblance to the universal notion of Duke. He had many marks which entitled him to distinction. But mostly was the resem- blance which he bore to the Emancipator. Not only his great, towering hulk, with its easy grace and its slow shuffle, but Lincoln ' s thirst for knowledge, his perseverance and homely oratory relived in the Duke. The Freshmen used to stop and look after him, nudge each other, and say, Gee, doesn ' t he look like Lincoln. Everybody remarked the resemblance, but the Duke never became swelled-headed about it. The Duke played a leading role in the college play during one year, but this did not prove a tremendous handicap. He survived and entered the Marquette, was elected to office, and then entered the Fulton. In this exalted assemblage, he joined with two of the three brothers he had in college with him and made a family affair of the Friday afternoon meetings. Brother Bill on one side of a question and Brother Ed on the other meant a real display of the proverbial brotherly love. The Duke ' s voice used to start rumbling down around his belt and by the time it had climbed as high as his lips it had grown to the pro- portions of a thunder-clap. He could frighten almost everybody but his brother Bill — Bill knew what a nice, gentle, kindly fellow he was — Bill used to sleep with him on the second floor front of the Cusick house- hold. It will not be an easy matter for Ed to rise to the same heights professionally that he has in physique; but he will do it. Calm, kindly, cool, collected, gifted in speech, scholarly, the world has an unique place for our modest Ed. And he can fill as large a place as the world offers. u WILLIAM H. CUSICK, JR. V V m Born November 15, at Dorchester, Mass. Marquette Debater 1, 2; Glee Club 2; Dor- chester Boston College Club 2, 3, 4; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Chief Pro- moter League of Sacred Heart 4. Bill Cusick, the Dorchester Dairymaid, maintains a dignified silence in class at all times. He was never heard to ask more than ten questions an hour during his four years on the Heights. If economy is a cardinal vir- tue, Bill is entitled to a plush arm chair at the Sistine Conclave. It is rumored that he peers over the top of his eye glasses, to minimize the depreciation due to wear and tear. The female population of the Chicago Stock Yards held an indignation meeting when it was discovered that Law and Order cows were accused of producing what the Cusicks sell for milk. The dairy is situated on the edge of a babbling brook. The population of said dairy is forty she cattle. The combined daily output of said females is 640 quarts of real milk. The Cusick customers consume 2,000 quarts of Cusick milk. Kind reader, draw your own conclusions, but remember that Bill is honest. Now that we have put the hammer back in our tool chest, we will do a honest boosting. Bill is a Catholic Gentleman. That to our minds is the compliment supreme. He intends to don the cassock that will mark him as an officer in the a rmy of the Church Militant. In his campaign, we wish him well. Getting out the hammer again, we remember that on Saturdays Bill used to sell shoes in a popular ladies ' shoe store on one of the down town streets. Picture Bashful William trying on some damosel ' s footwear. We cannot. Bill has ever been a patient, conscientious student. Ranking well on the class lists, being inclined to the oratorical Fulton and the literary Stylus, it would appear that he made a choice selection when he got measured for his cassock. ittle FRANCIS J. De CELLES Born March 11, 1899, at Somerville, Mass. Oratorical Prize 1; Alumni Editor Stylus 1, 2; Exchange Editor Stylus 3, 4; Fulton Debating Society 3; Vice President Fulton 4; Francis Thomp- son Academy 2; Intercollegiate and Prize Debate Teams 4: Knights of Columbus Lecture Team 4; Associate Editor Sub TURRI 4. If we whispered that Francis was a wise man, he would think we were kidding him. li we said that he was not, he would get very sore. We will maintain a discreet silence. We will refuse to discuss the obvious. Mr. Frank De Celles wrote very well when he tried to — as the Stylus files attest. When he did not try, his work smacked of positive genius. His desk was always littered with re- jected best efforts; while magazines sent checks for his literary mistakes — as he termed them. Writing care-free, jocular, satirical — his works were good. Writing otherwise — they were not so good. Our dear friend was complex and quite hard to understand. He had the tact of a bartender, the nerve of a plumber, the agility of St. Vitus and the happy faculty of doing the right thing at the wrong time and getting away with it. From the above, one might gather that Francis was a literateur, lucky and little else. But stay! — he was a debater — a Fulton debater — a prize debater — one of our best debaters. He did so much debating and spent such oodles and oodles of time preparing for debates that his family must have thought debating was a major course. He never looked natural without a sheaf of newspapers under one arm, a Congres- sional Record bulging out of one of his pockets, and his free forefinger pointing between your eyes in an effort to convince you that this is a free country. Francis is going to be a great man — no sticking in a rut for him. He will never do anything because some- body else did it that way. He may crack a safe, run a domestic column in the Ladies ' Home Journal or teach school with charming individuality and success. But whatever he does will be flavored with originality. 1 WILLIAM ARTHUR DEMPSEY Born June 1 , 1899. at Charlestown, Mass. will be the pattern of all patience, I will say nothing. — Shakespeare. Bill was with the crowd, but not of it. Reserved, like the silent, taciturn, slumbering Hopkinton of his adoption, he permitted oth- ers to take the lead and the consequence. He was a good rooter, booster and sup- porter; but mostly he was a first-class listener. Hiding behind his bone glasses, it was hard to say what thoughts were passing judgment. Sometimes at a football game he would for- get his taciturnity long enough to slap his neighbor on the back and yelp with glee. More often he appeared content to sit back and murmur jn his Hopkinton way — A first- rate game. By Cracky! Bill was a retiring student, a chap of Well — er — ponderous consideration. No Prof ever ruffled him. No fellow ever vexed him — not even when his Hopkinton twang was being sacrificed on Ridicule ' s altar. A soberly smiling, quiet good fellow was Bill. Quite well we like the boist ' rous lad Of fluttering stability; But more we love the sober chap Of masculine gentility. 1 JAMES E. DONAHUE Born October 3, 1900, at Roslindale, Mass. Alarquette Debating Society 1, 2; Stu- dent Council ; Assistant ' Track Man- ager 3; Heights Staff 3; Track Manager 4; Circulation Manager Heights 4. Jimmy has been a power among us and this in spite of his youth. We loved him because of his innocence. He was dear to his professors because of his wisdom. He wore a smile that was habitual save when he was in the presence of some of his assistant track managers. The things that he would ask those fellows to do, and the nice way he had of telling them to be prompt in the doing, was something that would make a second lieutenant blush for shame. Toying with a cap pistol and the track team ' s patience was his second-best pastime — his first pleas- ure was arranging games far enough away from home to make it necessary to sleep in a hotel over night. He had a heart that was as plastic as artist ' s clay. A plea directed at Jimmy ' s seat of emotion was always productive of a bucket of tears. This soft heart that we have hinted at was kept pretty much occupied, beating for a person Jimmy called My Girl. Get the air of possession there — quite characteristic of our hero. Jimmy was a first-rate scholar, a hustler for the track team and Heights, found time to play a popular part in our little socials with the becoming My Girl, and was a credit to B. C. Having tossed the poor sporting editor of the Heights around with such abandon, we have this to say in conclusion — his eyes snap when he ' s mad, his nose tilts whether he is mad or not, and his hair won ' t behave under anv y-y r ' All of which is just another way of 4 J He is. We like him. n Cy circumstances saying that Jimmy is a good guy V M JOHN B. DONAHUE Born November 14, 1900, at Somerville, Mass. Associate Editor Stylus 2; Sporting Editor Stylus 3, 4; ' Heights Stafif 3; ■ Editor of Heights 4; Class Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Football 3: Sub Turri Staff 4. Don ' t lay too much stress on the fact that I was born in Somerville. I hail from Arling- ton, the home of the free, the fickle, fine and frenzied. I like the town, its people and its grave-yards, and methinks I ' ll marrv me, to a fine girl there, settle down and die. Sobeit. Before we forgot your injunction, J. B. we set it down in black and white for all the world to read. If the Mayor of Arlington reads it, you ought to land a civic cinch — Cheese of Police, Court Jester, or something. Now, as you would say, Put away the hammer. This gentleman, folks, with the hair of raven hue, the smiling eye and the angelic disposition is a credit to Somerville, and the choicest morsel that ever paid a dime to get out of Arlington. He is to Boston College publications what the dessert is to the dinner. Some people used to wonder why the Stylus sold. Queer young literateurs were ranting about Spring, spring, beautiful spring, and others were wasting page after page with stories that weren ' t stories. Now and then J. B. wrote comedy into the editorials, classic humor into the sporting section and unrestrained mirth into the literary department. People bought the magazine in consequence. He did the same with the Heights, except that on the Heights, being editor, he had a freer hand. Bosco made the College sit up, roll over, and lau h in its sleep. Then, his Horatio Alger serials would do credit to the old-time movies. He was in the college writing ranks what Neal O ' Hara and Bugs Baer are in the newspaper ranks. J. B. was good. J. B. was the college jester. Every cloud had its silver lining and J. B. was always riding inside. His happy disposition and facile wit is known and heralded wherever the Maroon and Gold banner has flown. We know negatively what he is going to do. He will not enter the seminary. He will not write spring poems. He will not teach school. He will not study law or medicine. He may become a journalist. The only thing left, is marriage. JAMES PATRICK DONOVAN Born March 17, at East Boston, Mass. Class Baseball 3, 4; Assistant Advertis- ing Manager of the Heights 4; Advertis- ing Solicitor Sub Tueei 4. That All great men from St. Paul to Foch were small men, physically, is a statement for which Jimmie Donovan is a living proof. Lacking the great mountain of flesh and muscle to which physical might is at- tached, he sought out the most suitable phase of college activity for his personality and plunged in, with all his native courage, stam- ina, and ability. Like unto Neptune he carried with him liberality, prudence and justice welded to a handle of quiet zeal, with which he formed a tripod to be wielded wherever he went. During his early days in our class, he was in charge of the lighting effect on Beacon Hill. Under the guise of a modern Lucifer, he saw to it that the gilded dome of the capitol always shone resplendent for the searching gaze of the Midnight Rounders. Wearied by this continuous round of illuminative activity, in the reality, he turned towards the metaphysical enlightenment of his fellow students as conducted in the Heights. Here, his business inclination increased the paper ' s size and prestige. From four pages, it expanded to six and then to eight, the result of Jimmie ' s it pays to advertise propaganda. Similar to every man whose altitude is somewhat diminished, James P. imparts an air of serious business, self-confidence, etc. Constantly engaged in some activity, his short but expressive form of conversing makes clear to every one that he knows what he is after and has no fear of the path thereto. Alert, keen, and genial to everyone, we will remember Jimmie long after we have ceased to read the weekly issue of the Heights and have forgotten the many monu- ments erected therein to his business tenacity and stead- fastness. 3 JOHN FRANCIS DONOVAN Born May 11, 1898, at Weston, Mass. Francis Thompson Academy 1. Versatility and John are in direct commu- nication. He is a steady student, a good farmer, a clever census taker and an expert on personalities. His expertness in this last capacity arises, we suppose,from hisown won- derful personal charm — no chap in all our class was possessed of a more attractive per- sonality than John. He used to like to argue philosophical theses and consequently was a close friend of Doc Walsh ' s. Exactly opposite in type to Doc, he chose his words after much delibera- tion and never aired his views until he was sure that thev agreed with Suarez. This faculty of never takina; an undue risk made him especially valuable to one of our well- known insurance companies during his vaca- tion periods. Social uplift was John ' s hobby. Living in close proximity to Wellesley, he oft convinced certain of the studentines that the outside world is not all a dream. As a result of his missionary pursuits, there are still many ideal people in Wellesley, but not quite so many Idealists. As a social uplifter, John knows what is wrong with society. We are told that John intends to keep up the good work after gradu- ation. All-in-all, John is safe and sane. He is cautious and careful. He never formed a hurried opinion. His Social Uplift worked in every instance, save one — Doc Walsh never removed his overcoat and rubbers in class, despite John ' s vehement protestations. 3 9 U M MICHAEL F. DONOVAN, JR. Born August 2, 1898, at Lawrence, Mass. Promoter League of Sacred Heart 4. Along about the fall of 1917 their ap- peared on the Heights a medium-sized, light- haired chap, who soon became Mike to all and sundry, and shortly we learned that his home town was Lawrence, the retreat of Kloby Cocoran. If there were any of us who were uninformed in regard to this aforementioned Kloby our ignorance was soon dispelled by Mike and forthwith we became his staunch backers. Such was Mike ' s persuasive power. But it was in Senior year that Mike jumped right into the spotlight with a ven- geance. The advent of Fr. McCluskey seemed to be the signal for his debut and come out he did. Whether it was his bashful smile that won Fr. McCluskey or not, we do not know, but the fact remains that whenever the Rev. Professor wished something done Mike, and Mike always was his choice to do it. After serving an apprentice- ship keeping the boisterous Juniors out of the balcony and seeing that one door was always open, which same incurred no small personal risk, Mike was appointed royal keeper of the key of knowledge, and using this as a stepping stone he soon attained the Lord High Custodianship of the Psychological Light. In the perform- ance of the duties of his various offices Mike brought nothing but credit to him- self and to his cohorts. Mike has a couple of secret ambitions the fulfillment of either of which would satisfy him. One is to be mayor of Lawrence and the other is to manage Young Kloby. In the event of a choice we think he would take the managerial berth. ifcl With his engaging, shy smile and his sunny disposi- tion the future should beam brightly on our old friend, Mike. I M £ M V WILLIAM FRANCIS DOWLING Born September 5, 1896, at South Boston, Mass. ' Varsitv Football Squad 1, 2; Class Foot- ball 3, 4 ; Track Squad 1 ; Baseball Squad 1; President South Boston B. C. Club 4: B. C. K. of C. Club 3, 4. Over in Southie — or Over my way — is Bill ' s way of advertising the justly famous South Boston or the place that he calls ma native heath. We never objected to any bird ' s defending its own nest — fact is, we would not like the bird that did no ' — but sometimes we thought that Bill bragged just a little too much about Li ' l Ole Southie. But for all that, Bill was one of the crowd. Like the great descendants of the great ancestors who first populated Li ' l Ole Southie, Bill ' s heart and hand was always with the undertrodden. Nobody ever had to sound the call to arms when Bill was within travelling radius. He would lend a helping hand to the weak little Freshman trying to wedge his torso within arm ' s reach of the lunch counter; he would help a Dignified Senior squirm his way out of the philosophical sack: he would buy peanuts from the fellow with the twisted ankles and palsied hands; he would help anyone in trouble — help them out, not help them in. There were lots of fellows in our class, bigger and uglier than Bill Dowling, who did not go out for ' varsity sports. Bill tried his hand at football, baseball and track. Had his outside business permitted of more time for athletics, he un- doubtedly would have made good at football and baseball — for he certainly put us in the championship group when it came to class athletics. We never could see him as a trackman. His time was pretty much taken up with the South Boston B. C. Club, which put Li ' l Ole Southie on the I Hl social calendar. His witty repartee maintained the repu- 6VEI [ ' n ? tation which his forbears had earned. His own per- 500THr| ! 1 I sonality — his knack of being a regular guy made him j- I J friend of ours. So here ' s to you, Bill, God bless you. m u m JOSEPH JAMES DOYLE Born November 3, at Cambridge, Mass. 3 Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Fulton Debating Society 3; Class Football 3; Class Baseball 3; Cambridge B. C. Club 4; Dramatic Society 2, 3, 4; Vice Pres. Dramatic Society 4; Assistant Advertis- ing Manager Sub Turri 4. Although the picture in the upper corner of this page does not give one the impres- sion of the Country Cousin, or cause one to hark back in reminiscence to rural pic- tures so artistically delineated in the ancient melodrama, once so popular with the Amer- ican theatre-going public, Joe Doyle, whose picture it is, hails from the quaint little village of Watertown. Joe himself is careful never to reveal the honored town which boasts his domicile, because as he admits: It would take too long to explain that such a place actually existed on the the map. Joseph James with his characteristically famous motto, Just tip your hat and pass along, is the subject of much wonderment and is the cause of guessing and doubting on the part of his many acquaintances. To watch J. J. D. during a par- ticularly abstruse lecture on some very important and weighty philosophical sub- ject, gives one the impression of being in the presence of the world ' s great thinkers. On the same evening, the same swarthy, affable youth might be discovered at a gilded temple of the goddess Terpischore, surrounded on all sides by fair admirers. At once, we would be inclined to put him down as a carefree heartbreaker. Fur- thermore, were one to ask the ubiquitous Mr. Doyle ' s spiritual director, the answer would be that this able chap is one of our future bishops. As Vice-President of the Dramatic Club and star in the Comedy of Errors, Joe is famous; and more than that, a friend of all, whose College numerals are ' 21. m EDWARD WILLIAM DROHAN Born March 13, 1898, at Cambridge, Mass. Class Baseball 1, 3; Marquette 1, 2. Everybody in Senior except the class president thinks Ed rather retiring and reserved. Why not the president? Oh, Ed has been after him to award the soft drink concession at the class day exercises to the Metropolitan Water Works. His per- severance and persistence has been such that many fear his importuning will win the award for the simon-pure prohibitionists. The bibbers of the substitute hope not. Though Ed talks infrequently we know that he can. As a member of the Marquette, he won Ireland ' s freedom in the argumenta- tive order. Some express the fear that he was equally successful in advocating the Eighteenth Amendment. Ed, when he does talk, has something to say and says it in such a way that it carries conviction and is remembered. He would be an adornment to any bar — that is, any legal bar. Ed has other distinctions besides his forensic ability and retiring manner. He comes from Cambridge. Across the Charles, as our Dear Professor likes to refer to the University city, would better fit Ed ' s habitat. He is saintly looking. An- gelic would perhaps be a better term. He is a hard student. Special ethics has been his forte. Let their principles guide you, Ed, and you cannot advocate prohibition. Ed, too, is a very com- panionable sort of fellow. A cute smile ever encompasses his innocent countenance, and happy greeting is always on his lips. He has mingled among us, spreading good cheer like the har- binger of spring. We don ' t know what Ed intends to do after leaving the shadows of the towers but we are sure his smile, his disposition and his well-trained intel- lect will carry him through to success. 9 m m V JOHN FRANCIS DUMAS Born July 4, 1898, at Lynn, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Dra- matic Club 1, 2; Assistant Track Man- ager 1; Secretary Lynn B. C. Club 4. In this illustrious class there is one member who is deeply interested in the mari- time situation. Tis Fish Dumas from Lynn who daily wends his weary way B. C- ward on the storm-tossed ferry of the Nar- row Guage. Our loquacious hero, affection- ately known as Tippy, is a student and an athlete, whereby hangs a tale. Like all other great men, John met with persecution. In particular there was a cer- tain tall blonde who took exquisite pleasure in shattering tin-foil missies against the stern and rock-bound, that is to say, the noble exterior of Monsieur Dumas ' caput. In revenge. Monsieur D. set out to annex a few of the flaxen-haired one ' s hurdle rec- ords. In the beginning, he was quite successful- he went over the first hurdle in nothing flat. That was the trouble, he was too flat. Being young, he soon recov- ered, and hands and knees are now back to normal, thank you. This was the first manifestation of John ' s back-to-the-soil tendencies. Although his first and last appearance on the boards signally failed to place his name in the trophy hall, he will be known to posterity for other achievements. Who of us can ever forget the rollicking and eloquent discourse which he gave on the chain store? It was a reminder of Mark Twain at his best. In it John did what even a president of the United States could not do, he put over his Fourteen Points. If we may draw conclusions from the fact that his favorite magazine is the Country Gentleman, twenty years hence will find our friend John snugly ensconced in a little white farmhouse in the outskirts of Lynn, peacefully puffing his pipe while a large herd of Jer- seys and huge flocks of two-legged egg plants are mak- ing money for him. n HERBERT FALLON Born August 2, 1898, at Quincy, Mass. Herbie name to us from the granite quarries of Quincy, along with the ponder- ous Eddie Foy. Each morning lie left that geologist ' s paradise and headed for the equally stormy Heights — always with the delicate Eddie Foy. No plebian train whirled him over the New Haven ' s corru- gated rails. He bounced his merry way in one of Henry Ford ' s coupes — with the feath- ery Eddie Foy. When he finally arrived — well-shaken — he began his work of spreading sunshine. No matter what happened, whether we spent momentous hours writing out middle terms, or went to the cellar to view the steenth episode of that thrilling serial — Igneous Rocks, Herbie ' s cheery smile was always in working order. Had Schopenhauer once heard Herbie ' s peal of genuine enjoyment, he would have turned optimist. Herbie was a good fellow. As Beadle in Sophomore D, his records showed an almost perfect class. When this seemed incredible to the Professor or the Prefect, Herbie ' s answer was, Figures don ' t lie, and they had no answer. Herbie may become a missionary to the heathen of Quincy or a designer of submarines de luxe for the Fore River Yards. Whatever he does, he will do in com- pany with — the ponderous Eddie Foy and the li ' le ole flivver. Ml V M MICHAEL J. FAY Born July 11, 1897, in County Galway, Ireland ' Varsity Football Squad 1, 2, 3; Class Football 3, 4; Brookline Boston College Club 4. The casual visitor seeking action and gore at the football games between ' 21 and ' 22 would have heard above the clamor of the stands and the varied, sententious remarks of the coaches and other bench-hea ters the brief name Fay on the end of the Seniors ' cheers. The recipient of these effusions, Mike, as he is known to his co-philoso- phers, worked earnestly and successtuUy to instill in the minds of the docile Juniors, question-mark after docile, the frequently disputed fact that Class will tell, despite the odds. Friend Michael would hardly qualify for the physically undeveloped children ' s class or the Society of Wandering Cripples. He stands near unto the oft-quoted six-feet in his Holeproofs and is burdened with an uneasy insomnia jreventive. On the grid- iron he is known for his hard, clean tackling, a fact which many an athlete can attest. This spectacled youth participated in numerous ' varsity scrimmages during three years and played on both victorious teams of the Class of 1921. Mike however, when not engaged in promoting athletics, by active participa- tion, is, like many others, less physically gifted than himself, a quiet, amiable gen- tleman who faces his problems quietly and takes his successes with the grateful calm of the regular feller. Sincere, consistent, faithful — such was Michael Fay, worthy of praise and emula- tion, true friend and true collegian. I MICHAEL JOHN FINNEGAN Born June 27, 1894, at Maiden, Mass. Fulton 4; V ' ice-President Maiden B. C. Club 4. Dame Fortune has played many pranks with the members of the Class of ' 21, in the four years which we have spent upon the Heights in constant touch with all the differ- ent kinds and types contained therein, but most pleasant of all to contemplate in this busy, prosaic round of activities, known as life, is that piece of good chance which gave to our Class the honor of considering Mike Finnegan a member. For when friend Michael entered the doors of this imposing structure, he was enrolled in the Class of ' 16. Two years of Latin and Greek, and Michael decided that an exodus was urgent — yea necessary, for his peace of soul. Whence, he — in brief Anglo-Saxon — quit, left, departed from these ethereal heights. Coincident with this hxed determination to put aside forever, the student ' s books and utensils, came the clash of martial music and the blare of fiery-tongued patriots. While above the smoke of warring activities arose the fervent and eager cry: Swat the Hun. Hastening to the lure of this sport, the Seer of Maiden signed up with the crimson of the Field Artillery and later, transferred to the Quartermaster ' s Corps, where, in due time he was promoted to Chief Clerk of Warehouses 1 and 2 at Bos- ton. When the gentle descendants of Atilla tired of their sport and Mr. Hohenzol- lern retreated to Holland, the erstwhile chief clerk retreated to the peace and erudite atmosphere of B. C, to be more explicit, to the Junior Class. Naturally reserved, and of a quiet seriousness, Mike plugged along with his fellows and as an act of relaxa- tion from the grind of philosophy and physics, founded the B. C. Club of Maiden. Settled once more within the walls of learning, his quiet, good nature and native ten- dency towards work and study, developed his desire for the A. B. of the successful Collegian, and if the quali- ties of stamina, perseverance and amiability have any value outside the classroom, no fear should be wasted on this earnest representative of Maiden. HENRY C. FISHER Born May 5, 1234, at Roxbury, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1 ; Secre- tary Marqviette 2; Fulton Debating So- ciety 3; Fulton Lecture Team 4; Glee Club 1, 2; Business Manager Glee Club 3; Dramatic Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Assist- ant Manager Baseball 3; Manager 4; Class Baseball 1; Boston College Club of Roxbury 1, 2, 3; Secretary B. C. Club of Roxbury 4: Treasurer Radio Club 4; Sporting Editor Sub Turri 4. They came, they saw, he conquered. That is a good opening — not original, but good. They are the hosts and legions of college activities and the bevies of Fenway lassies. He is Harry. Harry has done about everything on the college calendar of indoor and outdoor sports and activities. He made his debut as captain of the Roman army in the Dramatic Club ' s annual rampage in the good year 1917. He pleaded the cause of the peepul in both the Marquette and Fulton Forums, also with the K. of C. lecture team. He was our star radiolite — could send messages as far as there was anybody to hear. He was one of those fellows who belonged to the Glee Club — notice, we said be- longed — Harry really could sing. He was a thespian — also belonged. But, he will be remembered longest as our most efficient ' varsity baseball man- ager. Few will forget his genial smile as he urged us to dig for our admission tickets or their equivalent. Few will not appreciate the baseball schedule he arranged for the current year — the teams he brought to the Heights. He was a good fellow. Trite — but it means much. Harry hectic days of Junior with a group of other ambitious ones with most of the others. But Harry forgave and for- got and carried on. He played a prominent role in all class functions and was present with the class at lots of other functions that the Class did not get to. But he did things with a will and well. He made friends. A fair sample of what he has done, the thor- oughness with which he has done it, and a criterion of the way he will do things in the future may be had by turning these pages further to the section of which he was Sporting Editor. ran for office in the Harrv lost, ale 1 JAMES J. FITZPATRICK Born July 25, 1896, at Meriden, Conn. ' Varsity Football; Sub Freshman 1, 3, 4; Captain Football 3; ' Varsity Baseball Sub Freshman 1, 2, 3, 4; Captain Base- ball 4 ; ' Varsity Hockey Sub Freshman ; ' Varsity Basketball 1, 2, 3, 4; Member Students ' Council 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice-Presi- dent of Class 3, 4. Ladies and Gentlemen ! Here you have the justly famous James J. Fitzpatrick, dean for all time of the dropkicking and punting aces, captain of the football team which first licked Yale, captain of the team which licked Holy Cross, Georgetown, and heaven alone knows what others, southpaw twirler extraordinary, batter and base-runner superlative, basket- ball and hockey player — James (Jimmie) Fitzpatrick, the Fitz of the metropolitan sport pages, first member of the Triumvirate, unquestionably one of the greatest college athletes of the East, undeniably the man who has had as much to do with putting Boston College on the athletic map as any man ever did. If there was ever a Frank Merriwell, Fitzie is he. Holy Cross consistently, per- sistently and never-failingly whaled B. C. on the gridiron until Fitz made his debut on the Heights. Then the Purple Banner of Worcester wallowed in the mire of defeat. ' Twould be a task to estimate how many tens of thousands of sport lovers have seen Fitz, in the final seconds of play, respond to the command, Fitzie back, drop the pigskin to the turf, meet it with his kicking toe, lift the spheroid, end over end, up and over the cross bar, and score the points that spell Victory for Boston College. Once, at New Haven, the score stood 3 to 2 in the Bull Dog ' s favor — ' twas the final 60 seconds of play — Fitz stood on Yale ' s 47-yard line, and got off his famous dropkick. Three times Holy Cross ' defeat was attributable to Fitz. The fourth time, Fitz was on the side-lines with his shoulder in a plaster cast. Twice, his kicking in the Yale Bowl spelled doom for Eli. Fitzie ' s baseball career is likewise chronicled else- where in this book. Basketball and hockey — similarly. SUCCESS has emblazoned its halo about Fitzie ' s head. He has trod a never-ending path of glory, the equal of which had never before been seen. This page is too small to give credit to Fitz. Fitz the athlete is only one-half as great as is Fitz, the man. Modest, unassuming, scholarly, reserved, sacrificing, con- scientious, amiable, democratic, Boston College and the Class of 1921 is proud of Fitzie — a Catholic Gentleman. V m MICHAEL TIERNAN FITZPATRICK Born Providence, R. I., July 9, 1899. Marquette 2; Fulton 3; Vice-President B. C. Club of R. I. 4. Fitz is a dyed in the wool optimist. Not even the long, tiresome trip that Mike makes daily, over the worst railroad in the East, to the Heights has succeeded in effacing the happy smile from his handsome counte- nance. He sits down to the most abstract theses in philosophy as merrily as a blushing debutante off to her coming-out party. Noth- ing worries Mike. A happy nature is but the outward mani- festation of a generous heart. So it is with Fitz. He gives and forgets — which is fortu- nate for his creditors. He is like the gas company in his home town — at your service. Many of those about his chair in class bear testimony of his whispered help in their hour of need. Like the Coast Guards, Mike always responds to the S. 0. S. Helping others seems to be his forte. But as Fitz is happy and generous he is also very studious. His college expenses include an item for midnight oil. In justice to him it must be added that that account includes no item for conditions. Probably his happy frame of mind is a consequence of his long hours of study. Some men get a great deal of pleasure out of the glory of achievement. Fitz has a hobby. It is nothing one would suspect of Mike. Automobiles — that ' s it! He knows more about the mechanism of all makes of automobiles than Henry Ford does about his Tin Lizzie — at least that ' s the impression Mike gives. And he is some chauffeur. Objective evidence convinces us of that. But the Lord help the one who attempts to pass Mike on the road. It simply isn ' t done. After graduation Mike will be at home in Provi- dence and as he is a charming host, don ' t forget to par- take of his hospitality. Ml 1 CORNELIUS FLYNN Born April 14, 1899, Roxbury, Mass. Mandolin Club 3 ; Football 3 : Sub Turri 4; A. T. Class Hockey 1. 2, 3, 4. God does not make men much better than Connie. The most popular chap in our class is the title that crowns his wavy head. One hundred and thirty friends and not one solitary enemy. Joining our class in September, 1919, proves that what it takes to establish friendship, Connie can produce. All the world loves a true sport — which is synonymous for true man. Connie was a true sport. A call for cheer leaders was sounded. Connie was a volunteer, and with Jim Rooney — he of the whiskey tenor — filled the bill. The cheering was great. We licked all comers. Came time to go to New Haven. Connie should have been in the Pullman with the players and coaches. Connie went over the road and led the cheering in the Bowl. Carrying this spirit out into the business world, what or who can stop Connie? Where there was life there was Connie. Did somebody say, Let ' s go up to West Point and see the team crush the Cadets, and Connie was in with the gang. Yale? Brown? New Hampshire? Holy Cross? Any place? Connie was one of the very small contingent of faithful followers. He was the life of the party. During the S. A. T. C. days, it was Connie ' s Pompeian complexion won the heart of niany ' s the fair dame and won us a house-party, eats, etc., etc., ET CETERA! Connie is the Art Editor of this book. We may be wrong, but we think there is real art on some of these pages. Not much of credit goes with the work — this is one of the things that Connie has done which have been taken for granted. Here ' s looking at you, Connie, with your smile, and good cheer and your sincerity. Here ' s looking at you for the man that you are. You taught us a few. And say, Connie, look us up when you have made that first million, will you. M U JOHN AMBROSE FLYNN Born April 21, 1896, at Jamaica Plain, Mass. It will be proud talk that will emanate from Jamaica Plain the day John takes his sheep- skin, which isn ' t sheepskin, from Old B. C. From the day that the Eagle was so fortunate as to inveigle John into his Nest, and straining the doorway with his entrance, to the sedate days of Senior, John has been one of our most popular idols. Perplexing problems in calcu- lus, rambling dissertations on philosophy, ffisthetic movements of the light fantastic, criti- cisms of the season ' s latest hits, all have been definitely settled and passed along to us by our hero. It has been rumored that John was mainly responsible for the selection of the Assembly Hall for the Senior Class Room this past year. The smooth, waxed surface, together with the stained glass windows, and the shaded lighting eifect, proved too alluring for a man of his classic emotions to resist. Howbeit, John was a likeable chap. Many and often were the times when we trailed John along the Avenue ' s dust as he hied himself, via the airline, to Holy Cross or New Haven or New York. Always, he carried under his arm some of Mother ' s home-made sandwiches, which same came in very handily on those occasions when the airline broke down and we had to sit by the side of the road in some deserted wood to await the arrival of the next good-natured and philanthropic traveller, bound in our direction. John was a great supporter of all that was Boston College. He was an earnest soul, unaffected, likj the poet Burns, and liked the more for his sincerity. No matter who you were, you could hie yourself and your troubles to John and find a ready ear. And such good advice as he could pass out! In the summer months, between those periods when he was helping out in his dad ' s grocery business, John could be found in the cold sea brine of L Street. Swimming was his hobby, that and jazzing. The future holds many a smiling hour for John. JOSEPH A. FLYNN Boston. Joe is exceedingly quiet. He is as lucky as the proverbial four-card- draw poker player. In other words, he has been called upon in class about once every six months. Joe did not waste much time around the Heights after 2:,30, though his time while here was spent to good advantage. He came to B. C. for scholastic instruction, and once he received it, he was off for parts unknown. ' Joe ' was exceedingly quiet, we have said, and some one else has said that still waters run deep. We do not know what he did with his spare time nor with whom he consorted. We suspect much, but, as the pro- fessor of jurisprudence would say, you cannot convict a man on suspicions. In other words, Joe has persisted in such a serene silence, that we concluded that he was very much wrapped up in some fair dame. Some day soon we expect to hear that he has left the ranks of the celibacists and joined the benedicts. In class, Joe is seldom heard, being content to sit back quietly and let others do the talking. But when it comes time to show his ability — that is down in the lunch room, — Joe ' s old grey matter comes to the front. During his entire course he has been the exponent of hard labor and relentless application to duty as regards his studies. We are not at all alarmed at the very modest growth of hair that adorns his noble head. Joe is a charter member of the I Should Worry Club. He takes things as they come, and if they do not come, he leaves them. This quality is an especially pleasant one with which to wander through this vale of tears. B M B u V JOSEPH PATRICK FLYNN Born April 12, 189S. at Providence, R. I. Marquette 1, 2; Fulton 3, 4; Track 3, 4; Pres. Fulton 4; Boston College K. of C Club 4. Serious, sincere, slow, but prudently pro- gressive, describes the characteristics of this assiduous youth from Providence. His early training completed, it is said that the first time he left the confines of the smallest State in the Union was the day he emigrated to the fair Heights of Newton, to place his name on the roster of Boston College. Confounding others is his forte; and gifted with a level head and a logical mind, he allows no one to say, as Artemus Ward would put it: anything that ain ' t so. Contradic- tion and confusion are the usual results of a verbal tilt with ' Joseph P. ; hence, it would be only logical to consider him as a coming legal light. Thoroughly unselfish, and with the ingrained stamp of the gentleman, popularity IS his among the fellows, — and especially, among the fare sex. Such a fact pre- sents many difficulties to our discerning judgment. Observation teaches us that the girls of today are wont to gaze admiringly upon the witty, peppy type of collesjian, yet Joe, — whose solemn, sane, habits of study and thought seem to leave no time or opportunity for such frivolities— outshines in the feminine heart, the most colle- giate collegian. Nine-thirty at the Heights is an unknown sensation to Joseph, for during four years he has yet to hear the chimes peal the hour of a new day begun, since the New JJaven road has an ugly record in that regard, and if you would hear a polemic more bitter than Demosthenes listen to Friend Flynn arraign this laggardly road. To forgive and forget — a convenient motto for such as scan these lines — is a part of this debater ' s nature, and if we are to look for real, honest, successful endeav- ors from any of this large and active Class, we need never glance far from the quaint little State, whose capital stands a long three hours journey from Lake Street. EVERETT J. FORD Born March 20, 1900, at Boston, Mass. President of the Radio Club 3, 4; Ford- ham Ex- ' 21; Holy Cross Ex- ' 21 ; St, ' Peter ' s Ex- ' 21 ; Columbia Ex- ' 21. The fellow who said, If at first you don ' t succeed, try, try again. was all wrong — all wrong. Here is a chap, Everett Ford, of Boston and Jersey City, who attended Holy Cross, Ford- ham, St. Peter ' s, and Columbia. He tried them all, but none of them rang true. He was like Diogenes, looking for truth. I guess he found it, for he finally settled down with us in the Eagle ' s Nest and Set long enough to earn his degree. Talk about travel! This classmate of ours has travelled more than the fe llow who organ- ized the Cook Tour. The only thing he has not reached is the North Pole — and this be- cause he still believes that the famous Dr. Cook Pole is a barber ' s pole in the North End. He is, undoubtedly, the cleverest radio operator in the college. He specialized in It at Columbia and was immediately elected President of the B. C. Club. The honor was again thrust upon him in his Senior year. Anybody who is at all acquainted with the way honors are handed out on the Heights, knows that only the deserving get them once, and only the genius gets them the second time. Everett, therefore, is a ' genius. In class he was a silent chap, not much given to mixing. He knew hts matter r : u m thoroughly, and expressed his infrequent opinions with the broadness of „ traveler. He was about as popular a chap as sat in the second row, front. Th also contained Joe Doyle and Bill Dowlin . world IS row We know not what Everett is going to do for life, but we will wager that it will have something to do with wireless and a professorship in at least one ' more college — at least one. Page eighty-one HENRY LEO FORD Born November 21, 1899, Brighton, Mass. Brosnahan Debating Society 1; Mar- quette Debating Society 2; Class Secre- tary 2a; Boston College K. of C. Club 3, 4: Brighton-AUston B. C. Club, 3, 4. What a name to conjure with! At the very outset let us admit that Henry of flivver fame and Henry from Brighton are two en- tirely distinct personages, nor was the pride of Brighton named after the Detroit manu- facturer. Our Henry was commanding at- tention when his namesake ' s only claim to fame was that he was a poll tax payer in a certain small town. We find that he has two faults; first that he parts his hair in the middle, and second that he wears tortoise shell eyeglasses. Outside of those two defects, he is a model chap and to all appearances a modest youth, but one very apt to fool us. (If you do not believe it, ask his professors, especially Fr. Keating.) In sizing up Henry, it is well to remem- ber Things are not always what they seem, and Still waters run deep. At a tender age his playmates tacked on him the nickname Rube ' — by no means because of his simple understanding — and Rube it has been till this day. All big men have hobbies, and Rube, a big man, makes it a hobby to attend all the B. C. social functions, almost invariably with a different one on the shoulder. An active member of the K. of C, the Brighton Council recognized his worth and made him Recording Secretary. As a student, his rank has always been unquestion- ably high, not of an erratically bril ' iant and showy type, but steady and consistent. He is a young man who conscientiously and zealously performs his tasks, with whom religious duties have always been paramount. In fact it would not surprise us to see him next year a student across the way, destined to work for his fellowman and ad majorem Dei gloriam. V M JOSEPH PETER FOX Born May 2, 1901, at Dedham, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 2; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Censor of Fulton 4. Joe was a simon-pure debater. His course through four years is marked with hard-fought arguments. He was an ardent champion of free speech. He was very free with his speech. No matter how hopeless the question, Joe ' argued. Let anybody make a statement, Pro- fessor or class-mate, that was at all debatable and Joe took up the other side. Nature gave him a strong voice and he used it. In Sophomore he favored Prohibition, that is, he claimed to favor it. In Junior he upheld all false doctrines — or attempted to uphold them. You must give him credit for trying. But it was in Senior that Joe came into his own. Ireland was a shambles. Joe pro- claimed the glory of the Sinn Fein. MacSwiney died, Cork was blackened with the English torch; and the Irishman from Dedham was very much wrought up. Three thousand miles separated Joe from the little Western Isle and Brixton Gaol for had the Lloyd George element laid hands upon him he would have been hanged. His zeal for debating and defending apparently hopeless causes did not, however, keep him from indulging in another fctivity. Joe was one of our very bright scholars. If ever in the course of his life he feels a pressing need for cash, he has about a bushel of medals to be turned into coin of the realm. U M ROBERT EDWARD FOY Born at Quincy, Mass. Originally with Class of 1920: ' Varsity Football 1, 2; American Expeditionary Forces, University of Nancy, France; ' Varsity Football 3, 4; Boston College K. of C. Club 3, 4; Assistant Athletic Editor Sub Turri 4. The calm of a Spring morn is broken by a series of low, rumbling tremors, a sharp crashing of columns, a clattering of windows, and a splintering of doors. What causes this terrible din? A baby earthquake? Or is it Sampson and Hercules rolling the freckled dominoes on the marble floor of the Jovian palace? No, kind reader, ' tis but the gentle patter of Eddie ' s St. Bernard ' s storming the Senior stronghold. After the storm comes the sunshine, and the panic-stricken countenances of the Seniors relax in the radiance of Eddie ' s cherubic smile. A much-abused and over-worked flivver bears its colossal master on his daily trip from Quincy, and this libel on the automobile industry is left to graze in safety outside on the campus while Eddie rests serenely in the Senior stronghold, with the engine safe in his back pocket. Let us reverse the old order of things, this time, and step from the ridiculous to the sublime. Every B. C. activity is indebted in some way to the gamest of all pluggers and in the book of unsung heroes a little paragraph will be found that pays full tribute to Eddie ' s prowess on the gridiron. For let us not forget that memoraJDle day in the Fall of 1919 when the Georgetown warriors, maddened with lust for victory, almost within their grasp, swept down the field to the very shadow of our goal. Then it was that Eddie threw his massive form into the fray and with his iron nerve and bulldog tenacity stemmed the tide and, well — the rest is history. But this is but one incident — witness all the others in the annals of the metropolitan sport page. Go to your chosen calling, Eddie, and with that same bulldog gameness and unflinching courage brush aside life ' s obstacles and win greater and more lasting plaudits in the Greatest Conflict. You cannot flow over on to my chair any more, Eddie. but the little old lines of Byron ' s cannot separate us. I will be looking over at you from the opposite page as long as the page holds ink. M THOMAS NIXON FOYNES Born July 25, 189S, at Brighton, Mass. Brosnahan Debating Society 1; Class Hockey 1: Stylus 1, 2, 3. 4; ' Heights 3: Athletic Association 3: Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Francis Thompson Acad- emy 1 ; Boston College Club of Brighton 3, 4; Editor Sub Turri 4. Here is the man who wrote the book! Modest of physique, dynamic of energy, a go-through scout of the Rooseveltian type, he has achieved for your delight, mothers, dads, sweethearts, sisters, friends and fel- lows, this volume of Sub Turri. If you read herein with pride, with a smile, with a thrill and perhaps with a tear of the achievement of your own beloved, remember that the work of composition, the work of assembling was done during his spare moments — the minutes wedged in between his newspaper, class and other activities. Looking at him, one would think that naught but the halo of sanctity played around his brow. But during the awful, crucial moments when the great things were being done, Tommy could be heard with the conviction of a mule-driver urging his squadron of hearers to Be orig- inal ! and Get going! When we ponder the brilliant record of this chap, gathering news for one or an- other of the hungry metropolitan dailies, discharging the important work of the curriculum, giving of his best to all college activities, we wonder, like the poet, how one small head encompassed all he knew. We view with indulgence the time he packed almost two hundred of us into motor trucks and racked us through the star- lit night over the roads to New Haven. We view with delight his many fearless pro- nouncements. The O ' Henry of the Stylus staff, the first editorial writer on the Heights staff, ' twould be hard to say what other than a modern journalist he could choose to be. But, his own terse phrase has ever been — Be original! We dare not prognostigate. Peering far into the future, we see long years of ac- tivity for this young Lochinvar, blest with the breadth of a Columbus, the loyalty of a Damon, the persever- ance of a Roosevelt. WALTER JOSEPH FURLONG Born September 20, 1900, at Newburyport, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 2 ; Fulton Debating Society 4; Radio Club 3, 4; Associate Editor Sub Turri 4. Harold Sullivan said that Walt er is a Child of Destiny. Nature had Walter born in the year 1900 to assure that the century beginning with his birth and enriched by his talents would be an era of scientific achievement. According to Sullivan, Nature was right. But, you will see later that Sulli- van was wrong. To few has been given the capacity to think correctly in many and varied fields of endeavor, to understand the devious ways of a multiplicity of arts. Walter was so blessed. He was admitted to the Marquette in his Sophomore year and rose to the heights of oratorical prowess in the justly famous Fulton two years later. He mean- dered in the field of science, roaming wildly into the mysteries of rarefaction and condensation and to the ethereal land of wireless telegraphy. He was our .star chemist, physicist, geologist and astronomer. To cap the climax, he ran neck and neck with our leading metaphysicists. All of which would seem to bear out Harold Sullivan ' s declaration that Walter was to make the Twentieth Century an era of scientific achievement. But — Walter limbered his mental apparatus in the above calisthenics as the millionaire works the stiffness out of his limbs in golf. You have it! — hobby. We have it that Walter is going to settle down to the cold business of merchandising. During his Senior year he spent much of his spare time studying advanced accounting. According to the magazine advertisements every big business man should know the intricacies of this art. Walter boasted legions of friends and knew nary a ' l enemy. He was a student. He acquired many beauti- ful medals and cash prizes. Jiggs, good old scout, there looms up for you not the evanescent excitement and popularity of the states- man, but a life of deep research, employment of rare scholarly talents and devotion to service, says Harold Sullivan. We differ with Harold, as we usually do, and the future will prove us right. EDWIN DANIEL GALLAGHER Born 1899, JSTewton, Mass. Basketball 2, 4; Marquette 2; Fulton 3, 4 ; Alumni Editor Sub Turri 4. Noblesse Oblige is a fine ideal, a power- ful incentive to great deeds, but is also a difficult standard to attain, and a detriment to other pursuits, which, although perfectly correct, may not tend to encompass that necessary distinction which the phrase en- tails. The latter circumstance is often the case, and cannot always be regarded askance or widely deprecated. All of which facts, tend to prove to those not already cognizant of the actuality, that to have a name made by a predecessor, constantly held before one ' s eyes, is not a subject for ribald mirth or noisy laughter. With this in mind, the career of Ed Galla- gher in college is one deserving of pride and notice. Of a temperament, to the casual observer, unobtrusive, and given more to silent observance than to constant discourse, yet he is really popular, and considered a liv- ing personification of the platitude, Like father, like son. Ed impresses one as a person of great potentiality, which feeling is perhaps furthered by his quiet self- sufficiency, his facility of motion and cool demeanor under all conditions. Tall, well equipped physically, with a tendency towards slim agility, — his ability in basketball is unquestioned. Naturally courteous of others ' rights, yet he is NO infant, if the occasion arises for him to mix it, a habit learned and developed for his favorite activity about the basket. It is this ability to quickly adapt himself to the circumstances, and his subtle, though silent imposition of his personality on those with whom he meets, that distinguishes Ed from the remainder of our class. Well-proportioned, on amiable terms with all, un- demonstrative in his student activities, he causes one to believe, that perhaps, after all, Noblesse does Oblige. 9 JOHN JOSEPH GALLIVAN Born September 20, 1898, at Braintree, Mass. ' Varsity Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Biological Society 4 ; Class Football 4 ; Treasurer Boston College Club of Quincy 4; Fabre Club 4. Herein we find a paradox, an athlete and a scholar. Did you ever thrill to the cry of the crowd — Slide! Kid, Slide! Did you ever see a batter smack the old horsehide square on the nose and send it on a knee-high line to the hot corner? Did you ever sit in class when the Prof popped a tough proposition? And did the fellow you watched come through? If he didn ' t, Gal would have. A round post for a round hole — Gal always fit. He fought on the ball field, at the bat and on the bag, and he fit in philoso- phy and chemistry. For he had a way of knowing The right thing how to do. There was that look about him That spelled out I ' ll come through. Jack Gallivan was a lad of serious mien of conscientious application. Coming up from Braintree never proved a handicap. He worked with the Braintree gas- house gang — but was always the gentleman. Nature blessed him with good looks and good health and he acquired his medicinal inclination. He could dissect the Venus de Milo and tell you why her arms were missing. He could tell you, as a chemist, why Wellington ' s coffee was so punk. He could tell you almost anything. But— You could tell when you heard over your shoulder Say, got another butt? that Gal was borrowing smokes — again. s U ( JOHN T. GANNON Born December 19, 1899. ' Varsitv Basketball 2, 3, 4 : Class Base- ball 1, ' 2, 3. 4. Some would say that East Weymouth gave us Jack, but we would rather put it — Jack gave us East Weymouth. Before he came to us, we never heard of the township. Now, it is pretty much on the map. Here was a student, an athlete and a lik- able fellow. Basketball was his forte, ath- letically speaking: evidences was his strong point academically; tobacco was his sin; and pleasantry his virtue. Making the B. C. varsity five was some little task during our stay in College. Our team was in a class by itself. But Jack made it, once, twice, thrice. He was about as smart a player as the squad ever boasted. He was so good, that even Bernie McGrath dared not to disparage his ability. And Bernie could say a bundle of mean things about his best friends, if some of the words we have heard him utter in their presence meant anything. Jack was also a baseball player, as the class lists will attest. Bernie said that Jack slept in East Weymouth, enjoyed himself in Boston and healed his tender heart murmuring his sweet nothings in Quincy. And as we saw him, he was just the chap to pour forth sweet nothings into some gentle lady ' s ear. Carefree, happy, smart, very smart, as smart as Bernie, he must have unloaded an interesting store of lore for the proper person to drink in. 9 E m FRANCIS ASAPH GILBERT Born October 28, 1899, at Cambridge, Mass. Gold Medal 1, Treasurer D 2; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Assistant Alumni Editor Sub Turri 4. Andy has always stood us in good stead. When we came back from the front-line trenches of New Haven, broken in pocket and minus the memory of the physiological- psychological objections of the long-haired, alleged philosophers, Andy, with the old spirit of ' 76, was there with the thesis — notiones, S. Q., and whatever else went with a full-fledged, roaring, raring, tearing, devil- scaring thesis. Yes, Andy was there. Oh! boy, we are grateful to you, Andy, for many a recita- tion by which you saved the Class, the day and the conditions! All of which means, dear reader, that Andy, as we loved to call him, was a real scholar and was generous in extending the helping hand to those less-gifted. Andy first jumped into the spotlight, away back in Freshman, by writing a short story — not a regular college short story such as Foynes, or Fitzgerald or DeCelles used to write, but a real one — one with a girl in it, a summer night, a beach with white sands and a soft mellow moon. Then, in the same year, Andy carried home the gold medal. Then, while the gold medal was coming his way, Andy had him- self elected treasurer in Sophomore and the Receiver-General of the Commonwealth never even threatened to close our doors. Then, what did he do, but have himself voted into the grand, grave and reverend ranks of the Fulton debaters, this was in Junior. In Senior, he stayed with the Fulton and also honored the staff of this book by attaching himself to the Alumni Department. Andy, you have so endeared yourself to your class- mates that we want you with us always to serve as the connecting link between the wayward, wanderlusting sons of good old TWENTY-ONE and the scholarly gen- tlemen of the faculty. More power to you Andy ; would that there had been more of us like you. 1 JAMES GEORGE GLENNON Born October 14, 1899. at Roxbury, Mass. Marquette 1, 2: Fulton 3. 4; Associate Editor Sub Turri 4. They say that a man. grows up according to his environment. Jamaica Plain is a great place at any time of the year — hence Jim ' s growing up is understood. Jim is a lather quiet chap in Class, but just like his old home town, the more you see of him, the more you like him. During his spare time, when not burdened with studies, he used to help the Telephone Company grab nickels. He was not an operator. He kept track of the telephone poles in Jamaica. In the summer he was foreman of a gang of wops. Red ' s task was to keep the sons of Italy on the job. He made an ideal boss. Sometimes, especially during his early years, this job of boss made him late for Pere Mack ' s first Movement. His vacation periods were spent at the beach. Hough ' s Neck, Nantasket, etc. There is no place at either resort not intimately familiar to Red. When things became the least bit dead at one resort, he tripped merrily to the next, and was always accorded a royal welcome by all and sundry. We said Jim was a quiet chap in Class. Outside the Class, in the words of the famous Psalm, You ' d Be Surprised. Modest, as Luke Urban, affable as they make ' em, nervy as Harold Sullivan, smart as Furlong, Red was a real fellow. We liked him. He was popular with the professors because he was a diplomat and a student. He was a debater, but not a loud-mouthed talker. He liked everybody and every- body liked him. His favorite sport was shaking hands with the Editor of the Sub Turri. M JIIIIIIIIIIillllllllllllllllllllK« l IRVING F. GREGORY Glee Club 1, 2; Marquette 1, 2; Fabre Club 4; Heights Staff 4; Sec-Treas. East Boston B. C. Club 4; Dramatic Club 4; Associate Editor Sub Turri 4. Rest your tired eyes on a man of renown, the inventor of the U-vest, ball-bearing danc- ing pumps and self-filling Fatima package. During the first three years of his sojourn at Boston College, Irving started his daily Anabasis from East Boston. His artistic temperament became slightly tarnished by the rather sordid atmosphere of Noddle Isl- and and he moved out to the glorious town of Arlington — thus described by J. B. Donahue. His early experiences in East Boston qualified him to plunge into the fumes of the Chemistry Lab. Any afternoon you could observe the Gentle Greg with his toga gathered up pursuing the savage Antipholus Bohunkus to its lair. His natural pep and earnestness were much in evidence in the undertakings of the Fabre Club, while, as a member of the Heights staff, he established the reputation of starting more features than any other single contributor. It is well to correct the impression that Greg had a finger in the arranging of the Gregorian Calendar. It is true that Irving kept a very up to date and detailed record of the events in his turbulent life, but this calendar was strictly none of his making. He also kept far away from athletics. It is a fact, nevertheless, that he was an expert in the rhythmic art of balance, twist, dip and turn. To sum it up; Greg is short from North to South, violently addicted to the study of biology, full of original ideas and blessed with the pep to see them through. MENS CLOTHING STEPHEN JOSEPH GRIFFIN Born December 5, 1899, at Dorchester, Mass. Class Baseball 3, 4; Assistant Chemistry Instructor. Steve Griffin came to Boston College with the idea of becoming supersaturated with chemistry. Some kind adviser told him that chemistry never stands still — seems to us the gentleman referred to the chemi- cals of olden days. Howbeit, Steve be- ing infinitely progressive arrived on the Heights with the above idea sprouting out all over him. He absorbed the stuff like a sponge — the chemistry not the chemicals. If the conversation waltzed into the realms of the coal-tar products or the soda- ash products, Steve began to sit up and take notice and then we would sit up and make careful observation of Steve. This chemist, by the way, is a blonde, but what he thinks about blondes would not cover the back of a postage stamp. Nevertheless, he had many hobbies, but his pet one was baseball. He played on the class team and was some nice little punkins of a ball tosser. Steve first came to us in short pants — which his biographer said was a record to be proud of. If kindness were money, Steve would have Rockefeller eating out of his hand. A big-hearted fellow, full of pep and pleasantry, a keen student and an ardent worker are some of the nice things we can predicate of Steve. He will be heard from later. n n LAWRENCE AUGUSTUS GROGAN Born August 13, 1899, at North Andover, Mass. Class Football 3, 4. Mr. Gus Grogan, folks, knows more about the geology of the Merrimac Valley than the fellow who wrote the text book. Gus the Plowman knows how many bar- rels of potatoes a fertile Merrimac acre will yield because he has raked them up or dug them up or hoed them up — whatever it is a farmer does with new-mown spuds. Big and as broad-smiled as the character the Boston Globe uses in its advertisement, Gus sure is a genial fellow. Coming down from North Andover on the limited was a task — sometimes a task he preferred not to essay — but, mostly, he arrived on the Heights prepared to answer any and all questions from How ' s crops? to What is it that a Negative Eudaemonist isn ' t? We used to wonder why they made Gus so bia until we saw him on the class gridiron and in the lunch room. His avoir- dupois gave the necessary balance to our football line in Junior and Senior and this same avoirdupois enabled him to tuck out of sight more and larger gobs of victuals than anybody else we ever met — most of the edibles home-made at that. He had a pleasant way of taking things easy, smiling at impending disaster and making friends. He was tied for the long-distance commuting championship with a smaller chap from Rhode Island. He must have spent almost two years on the Boston Maine system and half a million dollars. But his time and money were well spent. He got what he came here for, leaves numerous friends and well-wishers. One thing only can we say against him. We know not what his ambition is, where he is goir to, when, nor what he is going to do. He has always maintained a shroud of deepest secrecy. JOSEPH F. X. HEALY Born November 18. 1899, at Boston, Mass. fail to recall any notable activities. — JoE. Joe is one of those quiet, unassuming chaps who, like the tortoise, ultimately get there. Born in the shadow of the City Hospital, and near the contagious ward at that, Joe never did anything rash, nor did any rash ever break out on him. He has plodded the silent, sober path towards glory, caring little for the plaudits of the stands. In his tender years, that is the days of his adolescence, he became an acolyte in the Immaculate Conception Church. Also, he joined the Young Men ' s Catholic Associa- tion, nearby. He played an active role in all parts played by the two above-named communities. Thus, he was well-schooled before he lighted on the rim of the Eagle ' s Nest. Joe was never known to be an athlete on the Heights, although it was rumored that once he did play a basketball game in his high school days. On the Heights, he has applied himself to his books with consistent fervor. His favorite pastime, or passion, is chewing Wrigley ' s. The Reverend Father McCluskey more than once cautioned him in this respect. Yet still, did Joe per- sist. We see, in the future, our Old Pal Joe, wearing the saintly garb of an Apostle of Christ. We see, maybe, Joe studying at the American College in Rome. And then, again maybe, we see him back here in the States, head of a diocese. U. m n m 1 !!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii « l JOHN HENRY HIGGINS Born January 6, 1899, at Peabody, Mass, Boston College K. of C. Club 3, 4; As- sociate Editor of Sub Turri 4. John came to us from St. John ' s Prep. The first day that Boston College opened her doors to the class of ' 21, John was enrolled as a member of that illustrious body and has been with us ever since. With us he strug- gled through the Odes of Horace and the Olynthiacs of Demosthenes during Fresh- man year. In Sophomore year, John per- formed the arduous but honorable task of defending his country in the college unit of the S. A. T. C. Pure metaphysical reason- ing commanded his attention in Junior as well as the various activities of the Boston College Knights of Columbus Club. In Senior, along with refuting Liebnitz ' s Theory of Monads and Doctor Clifford ' s Double Aspect Theory, John took an active inter- est in discussing present day educational problems in the class of pedagogy. In his class work, John has ever been a steady and consistent worker and reliable recitations were the order of the day. Monday is included for rumor has it that John may be seen in the Witch City Sunday evenings. John ' s interest in Pedagogy leads us to believe that after leaving B. C. he will be numbered among those to whose care the education of Young America is confided. We know of no one better qualified to take such a responsible position, and John will always have the best wishes of his classmates in his chosen career. WILLIAM LESTER HUGHES Born September 9, at South Boston, Mass. Lester, as he is called on the Heights, hails from South Boston, the peninsula of Saints and Scholars, and during his stay with us he has reflected credit on that dis- trict made famous by so many illustrious sons of B. C. Lester came to us at the be- ginning of our Junior year. He held the rank of private in the shock troops in physics and also served under Major Logic. With us he helped solve Descartes Methodi- cal Doubt, establish certitude and extract the fact element from Lamb, Poe and O ' Henry. During his Junior year, Lester made many warm and fast friends, among whom may be mentioned Fichte and Berkley and the Idealists, John Stuart Mills. Kant, the Traditionalists and the Rationalists. When it came to Political Economy, Les- ter just sat back, sighed and said: Laissez — (aire, laissez passer: Senior year found Lester still with us and here we may state that he was inclined to be an Equiprobabilist. This year, like the preceding one, Lester ' s cheerful disposition and good nature drew to him many friends — illustrious and influential were the friendships he formed. There were all the Sensationalists and the Empiricists, Abbe de Lamennais and the Traditionalists, Gioberti and Ros- mini with the Ontologists, the Positivists, the French Vitalists and the Evolutionists. Certainly failure in the life of a young man with such friends should be out of the question. In every class we meet men such as Lester. Men who while shy and unassuming nevertheless are consistent and steady workers and from whom accurate recitations are always expected and forthcoming- Whatever career Lester has chosen for himself he may be sure that he carries with him the best wishes of all his classmates. i P ( GORDON FREDERICK IRONS Born December 10, 1899. at Cambridge, Mass. Boston College K. of C. Club 4; Gold Medal 1, 2, 3, 4; Track 1, 2; Sub Turri Staff 4. Patience is a virtue sayeth the sage, and we have a suspicion he had never met Gor- die Irons. But then, philosophers have such a quaint way of sounding the depths of human strength as well as of mortal frailty. Gordon flourished in a harsh world with- out the aid of the garrulous desire to assert his opinions. He sits quietly in the shade of his difference, extracts the meat from the discourse and when the time arrives for a display of knowledge, friend Irons is there with both feet and a ready brain. His favorite author is Russo, and his greatest solace during free moments is the company of a fellow, whose first name is Mark; all of which is a write-up man ' s man- ner of stating that Gordon pals around with Mark Russo, another quiet, self-con- tained philosopher. Athletics is his most common topic. He is an ardent booster for a Greater B. C. and when class spirit is to be instilled, his work is like that of a finished diplomat. Exchanging pasteboards for shekels is his delight. Prognosticator of class elections, skilful in the art of advertising the Heights and all contained therein, Gordon Irons forms another link in the lustrous chain which binds our minds with pleasant memories to the old Maroon and Gold. VINCENT JAMES KELLY Born August 24, 1900, at Beverly, Mass. Marquette 1 : Football 2 : Class Football 3, 4; Fabre Club 4; B. C K. of C. Club 4; President Beverly Boston College Club 4. Somebody told us that once when Kell went to buy a nightie — which is the old- fashioned word for pajamas — the smart clerk advised him to see a tent maker. All of which explains why our Vincent made a very successful lineman on our football teams. The classes of 1920 and 1922 will long re- member his brawn. LJsually Vincent was good natured. Some times — he was gloomy. We focused our optics on him at length one day and decided that there was a woman in the case. This was little more than a conclusion derived from doubtful premises. But when we saw him in one of his jovial moods, we were more certain of our premises. And — we predict — that some day the chimes in the Little Church Around the Corner in Beverly will sound that Ao-daa-tatata-daaa of Mendelssohn ' s. Vincent — that name does not seem to go with his physique — was one of our chem- ists. The Fabre Club was his hang out and principal occupation. Symbols to him meant those weird hieroglyphics that appear in chemistry books — to the rest of us cimballs meant a jazz orchestra, a smooth floor, a happy gathering, and — . Vincent was president of his native B. C. Club and helped Jack Heaphy to put the Maroon and Gold into the household vocabulary of Beverly. 9 ra 7n JOHN WALTER KENNEDY Born February 24, 1899, at Lawrence, JMass. Class 3, 4 ; Secretary-Treasurer Lawrence Boston College Club 3, 4; Assistant Ath- letic Editor Sub Turri 4. John came to us from the land of strife and strikes — chiefly the latter. Somebody unkindly, but observantly, remarked that since John arrived on the Heights, strikes in Lawrence have ceased. We are reluctant to believe that any connection exists. But as you know, Horatius, facts are facts. John first came into prominence as Beadle. An ubiquitous Beadle he was. During those four years, broken by World War, transportation tempests, faculty feuds and Lawrence strikes, John ever maintained his placid equanimity, charming smile and real college spirit. He flung a heavy carcass on the Class football fields. We were champions because of his capable services. His performance in the Senior-Junior game last fall ex- plains why so many of the Juniors carried home-made lunches for some weeks af- terwards and why a certain gentleman higher-up furnished some of the Seniors with really smokeable cigars for some days afterwards. John held a clutching hand as treasurer of the justly famous Lawrence Boston College Club and he maintained a patriot ' s vigilance for the success of the Senior Smoker. But, mostly, John was famous for his scholarly recitals, his broad smile and his apple-blossom cheeks. His unruffled disposition was a soothing balm to twitching nerves. His hale greeting was a worth-while eye-opener. We part for the four ends of the large, yet small planet, knowing full well that wherever our unplotted trails may cross we shall ever behold John ' s smile, integrity and sympathetic kindness. 5 iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii « HERBERT JOHN KINSELLA Born August 27, 1897, at South Boston, Mass. Brosnahan Debating Society 1. As Seniors we have reached that stage where seriousness, we are told, should be one of our qualities. And so, gentle reader, while reflecting in this view we will have to admit there are numbered among us men of serious mind, gentle manners and genial dis- position. Included in this category is Herb. As a matter of fact, were it not for our occa- sional glance at the mortals around us we would be unawares of his presence. Yet his smiling countenance assures us he is present, ready to cast his smile upon us. For some reason known only to himself Herb has kept himself within the shadows of the towers while grappling with his books. We cannot at present think of anyone so retiring as Herb with the possible exception of John Flvnn. His presence in the smoking room is never seen, and as for social affiliations — well, it simply isn ' t. Herb evidently bases his actions on the axiom that the greatest men are men of few words. At all events, he believes that fewer words will make fewer enemies and his principle in his case has worked out admirably for we do not know that he can count a single worldly enemy. Perhaps the most imperturbable member of his class, studies are the least of his worries. He shuns the spotlight as eagerly as others seek it, conscious perhaps that honors come to him who waits. In concluding, our final admonition to Herb is that many great men have started to climb to heights of fame from modest levels. i JOHN J. KIRBY Born October 22, 1899, at South Boston, Mass. Marquette 2 ; Fulton 3, 4 ; Basketball Man- ager 4; Carnival Committee: Class Base- ball 3, 4; Class Football 3, 4; Treasurer So. Boston Boston College Club 4. Usually, Jack Kirby is a personification of the exemplary student; quiet, loquacious, if the occasion demands it, reticent with regard to his own activities, yet deeply sin- cere and arduous for his College and Class. There are times, however, when under the urge of some external stimulus, he gives way to a bright flush of embarrassment or diffidence, known to the uninitiated as blushes and as a brilliant spectacle to the onlooker. Like the growing crimson of the rising sun, his face is diffused, until like a veritable rainbow, it suddenly resumes its normal tranquility and the colors fade into the stern lines of his strong countenance. Far be it from us to be facetious at the expense of this serious matter: nor would we for the world — aye, for many worlds — wish him to be otherwise. It is a rare gift in one of the sterner sex, and as such it is to be treasured. Furthermore, we are told that it is one artifice which the hardened cannot acquire; and to be of such a sensitive nature augurs well for the possessor. But serious Jack can do many other things besides imitating the rose in his profusion of colors. When the fortunate Seniors of ' 21 and the Juniors of ' 22 clashed on the football field with this husky from the Peninsular they had no time to observe his emotional expressions; as the poet stateth: They were occupied else- where. Plugging the line for ' 21, slamming out timely hits for the class team, and directing the course of the Basketball Team are only a few of J. J. ' s activities. Free of the voluble loquacity of many of his fellow-classmen, earnest in his duties, and playing his part to the utmost for the cause of Boston College, he is installed in all our memories as a true friend and a loyal supporter of his Alma Mater. MARK EDWARD LINEHAN Born June 6, 1S96, at North Easton, Mass. Marqiiette Debating Society 2; Fulton Debating Society 3; Varsity Basketball 3; Vice President Canton B. C. Club 4. It is somewhat surprising to find Mark graduating with the Class of 1921, for he left us frequently and traveled much since Sep- tember, 1917. The call of the sea was so strong during our early years that Mark joined the Mer- chant Marine. Then Mark gave up the sea. A few months and he had gone again. This second time he enlisted with the Naval Avi- ators. He got to France and other parts. The war ended, the wanderlust wore off. Mark returned to us. But the roving spirit would not be downed. Mark lived way down in North Easton — which is quite a jaunt from the Heights. But North Easton is still more of a journey from a certain part of Newton that Mark was intensely interested in. You will recall that Mark was fond of water and not land. Therefore, you will conclude that it was not the fertile Newton hills that attracted Mark — nay, nay — something more pleasingly pleasant. But why should we brag? Mark is a regular fellow, well-liked, a good student, inclined to the argumentative, and a danseus premier. If the Navy will close up its recruiting offices, or if another leap year rolls around shortly, maybe Mark will go into business when he has framed his degree. 9 1 LINCOLN D. LYNCH Born February 10. 1900, at Rockland, Mass. Secretary-Treasurer 3 ; Marquette De- bating Society 2; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4 ; Class Hockey 1 ; Assist- ant business Manager Sub Turri 4; President Rockland-Abington B. C. Club 4. Here is a chap, big and tall, clear-eyed and clear-skinned, tun-loving and conscientious, bright and smart and regular. born in Massachusetts, Line is from Missouri. You have to show him, and you had to have the real article to display or he would win you with his. Line is one of the paradoxes in every college. How can a fellow be one-of-the-gang and yet be near the top of the scholastic list. Line was one of the scintillating brilliants all during our course. Not learned after the manner of the grind. He learned the essen- tials and always had them on the qui vive. Champion of Right — he was fearless. Aggressive, convincing, logical orator that he was the Peepul always had in him an able protector. Counsellor, friend — he kept many on the right road. Discontent, discouragement and fear were all relegated to the misty background when Line beamed into a gloom clouded group. The Foreign Service School at Georgetown should make another Webster of Line, either that or a millionaire merchant. Happy days, ' Line; ' God speed your journey to Success. M 1 CHARLES JOSEPH McCABE Born March 7, 1899, in New York City. Vice President Student A. A. 4; Asst. Editor Heights 4; Freshman Reception Committee 4 ; Associate Editor Sub TURRI 4. • That Charlie ' s smiling countenance adorns this page is one of the good effects of the late war. Charlie entered B. C. when 21 was still struggling with Virgil. While we were busy crowning Demosthenes, Charlie was still busier crowning the Germans. While thus engaged, he gathered material for his monumental work (yet to be published), To France and Back on Thirteen Cents. ' After the talcum powder clouds of Armistice day had had plenty of time to settle, Charlie wended his way back to the Heights where he had the good fortune to meet with ' 21. During the long winter months of Junior year, Charlie passed away the time in Phil- osophy class with his huge army kicks ornamenting the radiator. When Spring came around it affected him so much that he went out and bought an eye-shocking check suit. Having cast the foregoing horticultural specimens upon Charlie ' s blushing brow we will drag out the hammer and get busy. In his Senior year the boy with the curly locks ran afoul of much trouble. Most of the turmoil resulted from his casual men- tion of the fact that his hobby concerned birds of the downy type. Why this should be considered extraordinary, we don ' t know. Perhaps you do. If you wish detailed information on this subject from Mr. McCabe, seek it through the mail or over the long distance telephone. ' Verbum sap is a whole paragraph. The original of photograph reproduced above has a dry grin, blue eyes and the inclination and ability to take care of himself. That in itself ought to be consid- ered plenty but we can add this without becoming J ' ( 9) syrupy — Charlie is always willing to give the other ie low a lift when needed. u. m Ml FRANCIS J. McCaffrey Born March 30, at Providence, R. I. Class Baseball 1 ; Marquette Debating Society 2; Fulton Debating Society 2; Treasurer B. C. Club of Rhode Island 3; Associate Editor Sub Turri 4. Dearest to our hearts was Little Mac of Li ' l Ole Rhody. Mac was a humdinger, if there ever was one. He could hobnob with the saints and the devil on successive breaths and get away with it. When he was in Rome, he was a Roman ; when in Ireland, he was a Gael ; when with us, he was always a good fellow. But this is all explained by the fact that he was a newspaper man. Mac worked for the Providence Journal — covered Bostoii shows, murders, riots, fires, sports, — every- thing. He was as well-known at the theatres as he was on Beacon Hill, and as popular at both resorts as he was and is on the Heights. He aided the writing of this book with his journalistic line and his Thespian and poetic tendencies. Which brings us to another paragraph. ' N ' w ' at I gonna do? ' Cause I lik Evang ' la ver ' mooch, she goot ta cairre tha woot, brung up tha cole. She beega strong a fat lika hell. I lik Carlotta too. She sweeta sing lik watcha calla — caneery?. She mak me ver hap when she sing — she driv away the worry on tha cop — I lik her verre mooch. I like Evang ' la, too, so, w ' at I gonna do? This was one of Mac ' s favorite skits. He was good on sob poetry and one-act plays. Tell him at 2:00 P. M. you wanted him to act at 8:00 P. M., and he would be ready with something new and original. Mac and President Charlie Coyle staged many a happy party together — what transpired, we never knew, but often surmised. We heard of one party down in Providence when Mac put up the President. Mac was, unquestionably, one of the brightest men in the class. He might have left his notes up in Squee- dunk two weeks ago, yet the Prof, would never be abli= to stump him. And ask questions ! ! Mac ' s questions ranged from minutiae to royal closets and from one t- forty every sixty minutes. What a barrage of queries he could throw out! ! I m ARTHUR FRANCIS McCARTHY Bom September 19, 1900, at Charlestown, Mass. Marquette 2: Fulton 3, Chairman Stand- ing Committee Fulton 4; Class Baseball 1,3,4. Somerville ' s claim to fame was certainly enhanced when Mac enrolled at the Eagle ' s nest. For Mac entered B. C. filled with de- termination to attain an end and all other achievements were brushed aside in his en- deavors to become an alumnus of B. C. Mac has stuck to his task and we cannot recall when impending exams caused him seri- ous alarm. Four years of commuting, with all its resulting horrors, is a long time in a young life, yet Mac ' s cheerful disposition has survived the daily journey from Somer- ville to join his intellectual compatriots of University Heights. Of a cheerful disposition Mac has always taken pains to guard the comfort of the cor- poreal element of his nature. On reaching his seat and adapting himself to his envi- ronments, Mac indulges in soothing reflections, while his soul is wrapped in the solution of the delicate intricacies of the Ethics Class. Hobbies are peculiar to great men, and like all great men Mac has his hobby. Lest you be held too long in suspense, dear reader, briefly stated his hobby is astron- omy. He has always excited our admiration as he courageously tried to follow the lecture on the intricacies of our solar system while engaged in his above-mentioned soothing reflections. Besides courage, Mac boasts of sportsman ' s blood. He has represented our Class in baseball for the past four years. Of late, he has become interested in the Foreign Trade Service so that we may expect to see him a few years hence solving our economic problems. Despite his enumerated failings, Mac has been a modest and genial classmate. We are confident that he will uphold his good name and this together with his determination and sincerity spell the success which his classmates sincerely wish him. U RAYMOND A. McCARTHY Born April 27, 1899. Marquette 1, 2; Fulton 3; Fabre Club 4. Raymond is a connoisseur of honors. He can appreciate those that are hard earned as well as those that call for diplomacy. When the Waltham delegate discovers an envious outsider has given him a perplexing difficulty, they do not seek an encyclopedia, but turn to the tall, crimson-thatched youth above. Raymond of Waltham has one weakness, and that is the sciences. He can discuss the methyl distillation of what ' s-this and the how- not, until the suffering audien ce collapses against a convenient post or rushes off wildly to inject a dark fluid into himself, which the man behind the counter optimistically terms coffee. Some have indeed exclaimed that wonder- ful Ray has missed a part of the collegiate pleasures, for the very thought of a young man with a future before him absolutely neglecting every opportunity to feel the stirring moments of a condition-exam and the cooling assurance at the ultimate removal of the aforesaid condition-exam is enough to cause these sympathetic worthies to break into large sobs or even into a worse sounding resemblance to vocal music. The fact remains that this scintillatio has tested about every honor known to the college authorities, and with an eye to his amusements is looking about for prospective ones in the comparatively untried field of science. Kind-hearted, amiable, and with a quick susceptibility for humor, he cannot be forgotten while class lists announce the intellectuals and medals are distributed for their brilliant successes. DAVID HENRY McDONALD n 1 Born October 27, at Salem, Mass. Did you ever hear the story of David and Goliath? Of course you have. But what has the story of the David of yore got to do with our David? This much: David of B. C. ' 21 would have David the Goliath Killer eating out of his lily white hand when it comes to the act where the hero must display his valor, gallantry and courage. The scene of this little drama, in which our Dave was the hero is taken from a beauti- ful town hall in the quaint town of Arlington: the time was during those first balmy days in the month of April, 1921. Many stars and co-stars took part in the characterization of this unique production. The villainous roles were naturally portrayed by McCabe and the Donaghues; the hero of course was none other but our Dave. The title of the play was fittingly called, On with the Dance. Now Cicero has said, No man in his senses will dance, but McCabe and the Donaghues were Possibles, as they are today, when Cicero said this and their wicked eyes gleamed when they thought of what would come to pass. Through subterfuge and deceit, hidden beneath the mask of friendship, they lured our hero to Arlington; this accomplished, the rest was beaucoup easy. We can see our hero now, flushed with the beautiful motion of the dance, whirling and tossing his shoulders to the giddy movements of the jazz. On he went with the dance. But heroes ut sic, are not such because they fall victims to the villain ' s cun- ning. No, but because they come back; and Dave certainly came back with a bang. How Dave came back you will find in the Index, under the title. Statistics. Although Demon Jazz once held Dave in his clutches yet Dave besides being the Beau Brummel of the class, has affixed an enviable reputation to his name, as a chap who since babyhood has been nourished on the principles of Catholic virtues, which nourishment has brought him to his present stage of development — A Catholic Gentle- man. y u BERNARD H. McGRATH Born January 24, 1899, at Rockland, Mass. Class Baseball 1, 2, 3: Associate Editor Sub Tubri 4. Rockland is not yet a great metropolis. Its population, in the words of the song, is scattered and small; but we take this occa- sion to remark on the quality of its represent- atives on the Heights. In the enumeration of these representatives, we point with signifi- cant interest towards that flaxen-haired son of the soil, Bernie McGrath. Why it is that such brilliance and intel- lectuality as he possesses is disguised by a mask of calm indifference, and that such astute knowledge of the topics of the day, or why such worthy men should hide their light under a bushel, is beyond the narrow limits of our experience and knowledge. Suffice it to say that such reticence and dislike for dis- play of any kind on the Heights, is a mystery which — like the old query as to why the restless poultry persists in crossing the road in its own home town — will never be solved this side of the grave. But Bernie has a weakness. Aye! Mr. Reader, come closer. To attempt to force him to discuss the merits of Rockland is as ridiculous as it is easy. He becomes most voluble — and says, if you doubt his word, Ask Line. He begins cautiously enough, but soon the most secret history of the town is exposed to the wide-eyed audience. Rockland may well be proud of Bernie, too. The Town Fathers may blow out the street lamps at 9:30, but if we were betting men, we would wager that Bernie never blew out his Mazda before midnight. He ranked right up with the top-liners in all subjects. He was as keen a logician as the Class boasted, but was much more modest about his skill than many another in the Class. JOHN JOSEPH JAMES McGRATH Born September 8, 1898, at Boston, Mass. Boston College Club of Jamaic a Plain 3. 4. Guy Bates Post, playing the dual role in The Masquerader, never assumed two such distinctive personalities as did John Joseph James McGrath in his College Days. One- half of the time we called him simply John — the other half we called him The Tiger. John McGrath was as quiet, unassuming and retiring as the John Alden who had to be invited to speak for himself. The Tiger McGrath rose with the mighty wroth of Clemenceau of France. His fiery, flame- tongued flashes of debate crawled, crept, swept and lashed their path through his op- ponent ' s line of argument. He put his whole being behind his every utterance. His arms flashed, his chin snapped, his words rang out. Then back he sank, slowly, softly, quietly crouching, — silent. His eyes only, snapped and sparkled, catlike, to show that the mind was turning and quivering and planning with the stealth of The Tiger. Then whiz! — came the spring— the clawing, tearing, rasping arguments and Ireland ' s Independence was proven. Then The Tiger reclined and John came into being to stav in retirement ' till once again The Tiger felt the need of food, of exercise or w ' hatever it is that a tiger feels the need of. Here was a student, not only smart, but bright, bright with a scintillant bril- liance. Latin, Greek, English, Ontology, Psychology, Ethics, it made no diff ' erence— John knew— The Tiger told. He took little part but plenty of interest in col- lege activities. He made friends easily because he knew how to smile, was a good mixer — and — related to the Dean. n 1 MARTIN HENRY McINERNEY Born Alay 18, 1900. at Brighton. Beadle 3; Dramatics 2: Assistant Hockey Ma nager 3. Hockey Manager 4: Assistant Business Manager Sub Turri ; Glee Club 3, 4: Treasurer B. C. Club of Bright- on-AUston, Here is a chap who is an actor and a doer, a man of solemn thought and sound consid- eration, conscientious, studious, smart, but withal familiar with the modern arts — the art of jest and jazz and joysome jocularity. Tall, but not ponderous because he is pleasingly slim, sometimes we used to think that Martin Henry Mclnerney was destined to be a slow-moving second-edition of the martyred Lincoln. But closer obser- vation proves that the slow-movement is but the grace of agile limbs and healthy flesh. If this were not enough to prove the swift- ness — study the listed activities above. It always used to be a mystery to us to under- derstand how Mac could be such a shark in class with such a list of diversions awaiting hi s directing hand outside the class. And then the range of these activi- ties. One time he is a thespian, interpreting the tragic roles of Shakespeare. At another time he is manager of Hockey, or yodling with the Glee Club or signing checks for his home-town Boston College Club or rushing about as assistant busi- ness manager of this publication. Mac will never die in an armchair. We like him in all that he is and all that he has done, save only one? Christened Martin, why he goes by Henry and permits himself to be called Hen is quite be- yond our ken. A good fellow in all, save that he spurned the name his goodly mother gave him. Hen was a true blue pal, a knowing and sympathe- tic conversationalist, a thinker, a student. He was pop- ular. He could not use the quip that hurt. His college course was a success; he knew how to smile. His life will be a success; may he never forget how to smile. I QiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimSI diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiM« Page one hundred twelve m HENRY LAWTON McMORROW Born December 31, 1899, at Canton, Mass. Brosnahan Debating Society 1, 2, 3; Pres. B. C. Club of Canton 4, Every class has its tough ' ' breaks. But of all the students who fell the cutting blows of unkind fate, none suffered more, or were forced to discontinue their college career in a more unusual manner than Henry McMor- row, who as a member of the class of ' 20, was obliged to leave his class at the middle of his Senior year because of a severe attack of sleeping sickness. Of course, as a modern, alive, and su- premely up-to-date Class, we must possess all the attractions, and with this vie w, and ab- stracting entirely from Henry ' s admirable nature, we have reason to be proud of this youth from Canton. When Henry returned to College and re- sumed his Senior work where the disease had interrupted, the observing eyes of the class approved of his characteristics and amiability, and friend McMorrow has in no way belied these first impressions. Observing the rule that students should be seen and not heard, seems to be his chief characteristic, since he is silent until the occasion arises for the light chatter, whereupon, he spills it with the ease of an old acquaintance and the clarity of a loa;ican. Which seems to indicate what is his favorite hobby — of course you guess it— golf. When the sturdy Henry strolls out on the glossy greens of the Hoosic Whisick Golf Club, to instruct some poor misdirected duffer, and nonchalantly demonstrates to his awed pupil by making a superb drive, the neighboring gollufers stand fixed in admiration, and the dainty golluferettes, — well, what else could they do, when such remarkable skill is posed before their waiting eyes? Debater, student and golf-instructor, as Henry is, it makes us feel that we owe some gratitude to that univer- sally dreaded disease, — sleeping sickness. V JOHN H. V. MacGRATH Born January 22, 1900, at South Boston, ' Mass. Dramatic Society 1, 3, 4; Marquette De- bating Society 1, 2; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Re-Write Editor Sub TuRRi 4; Musical Club 2, 3; Class Base- ball 3, 4; Assistant Football Manager 1. Wouldn ' t it make you mad if you were one of a party, all togged out for the Som- erset, and one of the fellows said it would be a fine idea to drive up to the nearest garag e and tank up with gas and the other three fellows in the party climbed into the machine with him and drove off, and left you behind with the five sweet ladies, and you waited fifteen minutes for the car to return, and then you waited an hour, and then you waited two hours, and finally one of the girls thought it would be a good idea for you to call a cab and that maybe the fellows had some tough luck with a tire or something and that they would come along to the hotel as soon as possible, and you did not have cab fare in your jeans. Then, wouldn ' t it make you swear with glee, if four years later the same fellows came up to you and said, Say, you will have to write me up for the Sub Turri. Huh? What would you do? Well, I cannot do that, for J. H. V. is too white a guy and maybe after all, the cop really did pinch them that night. Writing for the monthly magazines and having his stories accepted and not brag- ing about it; a member of the elite Dramatic Society, and still staying on earth and not forgetting the cardinal virtues, his regular stunts. When the SuB TuRRI editor needed a friend to help with the heavy work, J. H. V. came along and said, Maybe I can help with some typewriting. And then he turned in write-ups the like of which you couldn ' t equal if you wrote from now ' till Doomsday. What would you think of him? Talented, more modest than Luke Urban, as likeable as your best girl, a good mixer, J. H. V. McGrath is one of the few fellows made to the image of God who was not spoiled by the moulding of the years. We are not predicting succ ess for him. It is not necessary. V JEREMIAH MAHONEY Dorchester Basketball 1. 2, 3; Captain Basketball 4. As a basketball player, Jerry was with- out a peer, and as Captain during his Senior year, he led the team through a very suc- cessful season. His strong defense work on the team shows in an admirable wav the manner in which he defended himself against the attacks of the Professorial Staff. Every time the little card board box for the Little Sisters of the Streets was passed Mahoney-wards, Jerry dropped it to the floor instead of following the custom of dropping pennies into it. Jerry shot off more side-remarks about class matter than any man who ever graced the Heights with his presence. Professor Rocks used to beseech, Mr. Mahonev, will you please be good. No party was complete that did not num- ber Jere among its guests. He was the touchstone of every party, be the party in New York, New Haven, Hartford or just plain East Boston. He put in a bid for the Class Outing Concession, but was undersold by Ed Gallagher. Which brings us to another tack. Ed and Jere were as inseparable as Viola and Vivian. Where Jere was, there was Ed. Where Ed was. there was Jere. It is rumored that Jere writes Dicky Dippy ' s Diary for the Boston Globe. As a student, Jere was bright with scintillant brilliance. He always occupied a seat and sometimes two, one for his torso and one for his feet and books. Jere ' s line of questions perplexed many a brainy Prof. One day the Astronomy Prof asked Jere which was the longer, the mean solar day or the sidereal day and Jere answered — with his usual savoir faire — Yes! Which brings us to this — Jere is going to be a solon and we wish him luck. n h 1 B 1 WILLIAM A. MAINEY Providence, R. I. President B. C. Club of Rhode Island 4, Vice President B. C. Club of Rhode Island 3, Treasurer B. C. Club of Rhode Island 2 ; Fabre Club 4. In this quiet, unrelenting round of events, joys, and sorrows, which we in our meagre manner of expression call living, it is a great relief from the constant exertion and struggles to have present a fellow who can turn a situation of tragic or at least drama- tic possibilities into a laughable and exceed- ingly humorous memory. Thin physically, this youth possesses an abundance of per- sonality and his ability to adapt himself to any kind of people or assembly is far greater than that possessed by men built on a more elaborate and copious physical plan. If ready exit is an aid to success in every walk of life, this chap from Providence need ask no handicap from any competitor. Bill is no poor, unconsidered violet when it comes to the social gatherings. When Bill steps out everyone present becomes aware that in their midst is a man of no mean Terpsicorean ability. In class he is not listed as one of the gymnasium dumbbells but if the occa- sion arises Bill can face it with the best of them, cool, resourceful and extremely self-reliant. His public achievements may not be so renowned as those of the illustrious lights in the class, but William of Providence has had a definite part in the maintenance of the class morale. Of a temperament not easily forgotten or displaced by more impressive worthies, Bill will remain fixed in our recollection of the Provi- dence representatives, as a good-natured, capable student r NAw,i and as an amiable and humorous acquaintance. FREDERICK LEO MOCKLER Born November 11, 1899, at Chelsea. Mass. Track Squad 2 ; Manager Glee Club 3 ; Manager Musical Club ? ; Sub Turri 4, The hero of this page is a modem Odysseus and a good fellow for all that. Born in Chelsea, he successfully overcame that handicap. In his Freshman days Fred used to gam- bol around the green sward in a suit of B. V. D. ' s which he euphoniously termed his track regalia. He did make a pretty fair jumper and maybe that explains how one day he landed way up in Assembly Hall as manager of the Glee Club. Here is where he made his mark and t he yodlers toe it. The Glee Club experienced the first of its very successful seasons. Fred carted his entertainers all around New- ton and Boston and once got them as far away from their Latin and Greek as Lowell, Massachusetts. As a reward for his Glee Club services the management of the combined musical clubs was foisted upon him in his Senior year. Fred will tell you that running this job is like directing a three-ring circus. He made a first-class job of it, with plenty of stress on the class — dining at the Lenox, reporting to the clerk at the Copley regularly and establishing a record for number of appearances in hired tuxedos. Fred put B. C. on the musical map. Fred L. Mockler was a popular fellow, a gentleman, a booster, earnest in every undertaking, including his studies. He gave his best and always will. P RALPH S. MONKS Born January 18. 1898, at Brockton, Mass. Fulton Debating Society 3. Whether the wind blows east or the wind blows west we get a cheerful greeting from our friend and fellow-classmate, Ralph. Even in the early morning he has the air of one who has taken time by the forelock and we may be quite sure that in Class he has always been prepared. He never wor- ries about tomorrow because he has always planned for it. A wonderful salesman of ideas or the goods material, he will someday make. But stay, his serene nature is disturbed whenever a classmate should venture to ques- tion his deep-seated convictions on the mat- ter of Scholastic Philosophy. Ralph is al- ways ready with the fundamental principles upon which to prove his case. One cannot finish this brief outline without attending to the extreme pride Ralph manifests in his home town. His eyes sparkle, his speech becomes brilliant, when he portrays its beauties, its activities, its folks. Then it is, that he is truly eloquent. His only absences from Class are when the Brockton Fair is in session. During this time, he serves in the capacity of law and order. The statistics which he has com- mand of. the specific facts which he dilates on, the classification of its industries, would delight the secretary of the Society for the Acquisition of Knowledge. A right loyal son of Boston College is the subject of this page. Always ready when Alma Mater ' s honor is to be defended — he is the best and grandest type of law and order man. FRANCIS J. MORRISSEY Born March 11, 1S99, at Roxbury. Mass. Organist 3, 4: Varsity Football 1. 2, 3. 4, Captain Football 2; Varsity Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4, Captain Hockev 3: Varsity Base- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; President of Clas ' s 1. 2: Students ' Athletic Council 2, 3: Musical Clubs 2. Frank or Morrie or Big Chief of The Triumvir, unquestionably the most versatile member of the Class of 1921 — and this with a full knowledge that our roll in- cludes Fitz and Luke and singers and ora- tors and writers and what not. Football, baseball, hockey, organist, pianist, president — where is the versatility to equal it? During Freshman and afterwards in Sophomore — Morrie was chosen Class President — honor enough! No siree! Cap- tain of Football in Sophomore! Now, sure- ly, honors enough! Not by a darn site! Captain of Hockey in Junior — now honors are sufficient! NO! He must still be organist, pianist — playing the most difficult of rhapsodies — and baseball catcher, infielder and outfielder. Now — by jinks! — honors enough to satiate even the appe- tite of a Napoleon! NO!! Class honors! — scholarship! Now! Honors aplenty — Yes! Honors aplenty for there are no more! When war thundered and rumbled its cyclonic path through two hemispheres — Morrie captained and played on one of the greatest S. A. T. C. elevens in the country. months Morrie entertained at Jordan Hall as the He took the house. The same hands that grappled And during the winter Boston College Paderewski. with the brawn of the football East — tripped up and down the ivories like wood nymphs over the moss in a woodland dell. Captain of Hockey — he was the Raymie Skilton of the college ranks. His team and the teams on which he played made a new Hockey era on the Heights. Morrie ' s success on the Heights may be attributed 50 per cent, to natural ability and .50 per cent, to the dogged determination and B. C. spirit. If his success in class and on the campus is to serve as a criterion of what is to follow in life — then nobody but those men at the top need worry about him. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiC i 1 DAVID FRANCIS MULLEN Born Janviary 31. 1S98, at Concord, Mass. Varsity Football, Fordham 1, 2, Varsity Football. Boston College 3, 4 : Track. Fordham 1, 2; Track. Boston College 3. 4; Treasurer Freshman, Fordham 1; Student Council. Fordham 2, B. C. 4. Not to every man does this glory of fight- ing under two flags descend. Dave fought for Fordham and he fought for B. C, He was a member of the band of warriors which constituted the rampant, rip-roaring, royal eleven of 1920 which walloped Yale, laced Holy Cross, trounced Georgetown and annihilated a few others, a member of the Eastern Champions of 1920, and of the 1919 team which made the same clean-up. Dave came out of the Eastern sun some- where in the cicinity of Concord and the Fordham scouts surrounded him. They carted him up to the summit of Old Rose Hill and he stayed there during Freshman and Sophomore and was a credit to Fordham and to Greater Boston and to his name — David. But in the fall of 1919 he came to B. C. and we are mighty glad he did and so is Cav and the Old Bay State. He entered into our college life with the same en- thusiasm that won for him high honor on Fordham ' s football and track teams and elected him treasurer of the Freshman Class at Fordham and Student Councilor. Cav never had on any of his football teams a better fighter or a man more modest than Dave. Oh! boy, what a lineman. Those Mullen-rahs we used to give in the midst of a football scrap never received a wink of recognition from Dave — he may never have heard them. But sometimes, Dave, in the years that are coming, when your memory carries you back on that field again, you ought to forget your doggone mod- esty for just a moment or two and feel just a wee bit proud of those cheers — cheers such as those are given only to MEN — and Dave, you were a HE-MAN. Dave is the type of student whose scholarship has justified the existence of college athletics. He is a high type of vigorous manhood, reared in the strenuous life, fashioned in intellectual vigor — a boast of his class- mates, the charm of his friends, a hope of his Alma Mater. Happy days, Dave — God bless you. 5 h 9 u JAMES J. MULLOY Born November 17, 1899. Assist. Football Manager 1 ; Fabre Club 4: Roxburv B. C. Club 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play 1; Glee Club 1, 2. There was a period in the dim, drear, and hazy past — when the dollar was considered a valuable coin, and those men who possessed flowing tresses not of the straight, uninvit- ing, stern type, but rather of undulating and rounded extremities, were termed in the brief, terse, and laconic language of those days, curly-headed. But today, — please take cognizance of Mr. James Marcel MuUoy, the chap who placed Roxbury on the tonsorial map. Little do we ken who first discovered that the human hair may be coiled into a certain position, there to play the part of a trained curl; but of this we are positive, that in Jim, we have one of the best demonstrators of this dainty art who ever tipped a barber. Do not for a moment obtain the impression from this little savoir faire of James that he lacks time to indulge in any of the college activities. Far from it. In the social end of the daily struggle, Jim was noticeably present. Not pre- cisely painful to the uncovered optics, with a poise which many seek and few achieve, amiable to all and a veritable genus leo amongst the restless sex, friend James shuffled a potent mocassin when once the music started and the college needed support. Lacking the more profuse mannerisms of those who find the need of such aids to social relations, he is marked in the impressionable surface of our memories as a youth, always courteous, unobtrusive, and in particular as an interesting, considerate fellow-worker, meeting the little adversities of the moment with a smile and a jest, undaunted by life ' s vicissitudes, and bearing with an admirable composure, the many successes and victories that are his. THOMAS C. MURRAY Born April 10, 1897, at Wakefield. Varsity Baseball 1, 2. Tom hails from the ancient dells of Wakefield, but in spite of this comparatively short distance, on many occasions he missed the range and has been sadly retarded in his flight towards knowledge and learning. From the moment Thomas entered our class, we were aware that we had with us a man of sterling character and singular per- sonality, which because of his consistent re- ticence, could only be obtained by close ob- servations of his numerous activities. It is not Tom ' s nature to hurl himself unrestrainedly into the limelight, but our connections with him during our college days, and his persevering eagerness to amass a great amount of knowledge have shown us that we can only repeat in his eulogy, the old adage, — actions speak louder than words. Always giving his best efforts, both in the classroom, and on the diamond, Tom has spent four profitable years on the Heights; years which have overflowed with many and unselfish activities; for friend Murray is as versatile as he is industrious. Whether in the classroom or on the athletic field, Tom has created a lasting impression because of his many qualities; and now that college days are drawing to a close, he carries with him the best wishes of the fellows with whom he has been an exceedingly faithful and assiduous co-philosopher. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiC )! Page one hundred twenty-two GEORGE FRANCIS MURRAY 1 Born December 2, 1898 Pres. Taunton B. C. 1. 2; K. of C. Club. at Taunton, Mass. Club ; Marquette Among the members of our class, there are many who bear the same family name, but of all the multiple cognomens there is no name in the group more prominent than the Murrays, George and Tom. Alpha- betically and geographically speaking, George comes first. He hails from that far distant city, Taunton, situated among the wooded hills and dales of Bristol County, some forty-two miles from University Heights by way of the crow. Hence it should not be difficult to appreciate the journey he must travel each day. His energy has not been confined to the College, however, for in company with the redoubtable Eddie Drohan, he completes a weekly circuit of the playhouses in Bos- ton, of which Musical Comedies seem to be unquestioned favorites. Sunny in his disposition, pleasant to all, George is noted for his willingness to contribute a smile or cheering remark, and as a result, his contribution to the sum total of good-fellowship has been voluminous and sincere. He never misses an opportunity to remind us of the admirable virtues of his native city, and if George can be accepted as a true example, we must admit that Taunton is the one White city in the Commonwealth: where right reigns supreme and the suffering find balm for their wounds. Throughout the course, he has creditably upheld the fair reputation of Tanton by his scholarship and successful endeavors. Equally creditable, we hold, will be _ his achievements in the greater school of life. m FRANCIS P. O ' BRIEN Born July 1, 1898. at Brookline, Mass. September, 1917, brought to our midst the genial gentleman whose picture adorns the upper corner of this page. Of a retiring disposition when first he came to us, we still know him as characterized by that quality, which generally manifested itself during the last hour. O ' Bie entered B. C. Prep from St. Mary ' s School, Brookline, was graduated from the Prep School without any misgivings on the part of the faculty and entered B. C. with us. O ' Bie passed through the four years on the Heights just like jam seeps out from under the cover of the jar — only O ' Bie did not get all stuck up about the passage. He just naturally oozed along, easy-going, like a southern ge ' man. The even tenor of his way, as the poet would have said, was never disturbed. He always proved himself immune from professorial bawlings out. One reason, we suppose, was because he knew his matter, the other was, he was perfectly content to let the Prof have his own way about things and never tried to reform the system of teaching that has come down to us through the ages. O ' Bie is perhaps the only man in the Class who is able to solve the sphinx-like Mike Brennan from Cambridge. The next sentence was handed in by one of O ' Bie ' s friends: O ' Bie ' s special- ties are his admiration ( ? ) yearning ( ? ? ) and delight (???) in the most abstruse and abstract mental problems. In addition to his fondness for metaphysics, his love for astronomy was oft ' manifested by his star gazing ' s. Howsomever this may be, we have always found O ' Bie a corking good fellow, a wee bit better looking than the rest of us, popular with the other half of the world because of this last, a good student, affable, and likeable. 1 3 JAMES F. O ' BRIEN Born April 25, 1898, Waltham, Mass. Marquette 2; Cross Country (Captain) 4; Plattsburg. 1918, 2nd Lieut. One of the largest delegations which any of the towns or cities, outside the City of Boston, sends to B. C. is that group of ex- tremely loquacious, brilliant and hard work- ing youths who make their way through the snows of winter and the hot suns or sum- mer from the nearby City of Waltham. In this group there is one youth, rotund of features, lacking the great altitude of some of his compatriots, but easily restoring any disproportion in his physical capacity by a remarkable, not to say. admirable and ever present volubility of language. Jimmie O ' Brien, as he is known to the Senior class, is a small spring of thoughts, ideas and brilliant expositions. Do not be in fear that his expositions are in any way hampered by an inherent diffidence, or lack of that ability to express one ' s opinions, so necessary vet so rare todav. To see the Honorable James defend one of his pet theories is to be witness to real practical applied logic supported by a fertile and extremely interesting personality, to which fear is a stranger and doubt an extrinsic impossibility. Jimmie does not confine all his time and energy to oratory and discussion. He is no example of youthful slothfulness, when an exam is to be conducted or a reci- tation to be demanded. During the late war, he attended Plattsburg and was com- missioned a second lieutenant and sent to a Middle Western Camp as an instructor. Affable, keenly observing and deeply interested in all that concerns his Alma Mater, his lively wit, able retorts and an amusing ten- dency to argue, discuss and object, will linger long in our memory as a worthy association with the City of Watches. n JOHN ROBERT O ' BRIEN Born October 27, 1897, at Abington, Mass. Somnolent Abington it is that boasts of John O ' Brien. John has spent most of his life roaming its green fields and dusty roads. Abington does not do all of the boasting, either. John does a heap of bragging about Abington ' s Oldtown Football Team, the one which won the professional championship of New England last fall. Just as his fellow classmates from the vicinity of Lawrence were wont to sound the praises of Young Kloby of fistic fame, so John has harped about his town team and woe be unto any Rocklandite or Whitman chap who dared claim his team better than Abing- ton ' s. On the Heights, John has been a favorite with his fellow classmates and professors. Possessing a genial disposition and being always an apt student, nothing else could be expected. Never a shirker, always willing to help another as much as was in his power. John as a result will always find a place in our hearts. We look for big things from him and feel sure that the future holds many of its choicest favors for him. Ml EDWARD JAMES O ' CONNOR Born May 5, 1899, at Woburn, Mass. Track 1, 2; Fabre Club 4; Boston College K. of C. Club 3. 4; Vice Pres. Woburn B, C. Club 4. You have all met the type, every group of sane mortals, numbers one in its organiza- tion, every class contains at least one, and like the widely advertised soap, no home should be without one. When Ed O ' Connor observes his usual complacent, but observant mien, and holds fast to the motto that silence is golden, the fellows consider him as they would any other — good-natured, somewhat tactiturn be- ing, but when the opportunity arises and Edward springs one of his quiet, well-timed jokes, laughter descends upon the crowd and Friend O ' Connor is submerged by an over- whelming burst of applause and long-drawn acclamation. .Such is the witty, yet reserved, Ed O ' Connor. When discussion touches upon his home town of Woburn or the athletic prowess and ability of the leading citizen of the little hamlet west of the Heights, Monsieur O ' Connor bursts forth in the most eager, sincere and fiery manner imaginable — and from such a minute source, too. The atmosphere becomes dark with lengthy arguments in behalf of such a growing metropolis as is Woburn. Like most quiet men, he has a way of obtaining his ends and of making the most of his opportunities, be they collegiate, political or social. Earnest, a biological enthusiast, affable with all, he has a gift which few possess — he knows when to hold his peace — and when to talk. As the dark-faced chap said in the melon patch ; Oh Man! Oh, Boy! n Ml u THOMAS ARTHUR O ' CONNOR Born October 26, 1896, at Roxbury, Mass. Glee Club 1 ; Marquette 2 ; Class Foot- ball 3, 4; Photo Editor Sub Turri ' 4; U. S. Aviation School, Princeton 2. More power to ye, Me Bhoy! Folks, you are now reading the story of the only benedict in the Class. Yup! Tom got hitched sometime during the summer vacation preceding the opening of Senior Year. Elsewhere in these pages you will find the story of Tommy or Tomeritha. At this writing we do not know which it is, nor much about him or her. It used to make us laugh to hear Fathers Corrigan and McCluskey telling us to pick a nice girl for wife if there were any of us contemplating marriage instead of the semin- ary, and then look over and see Tom chuck- ling with glee, as the Reverend Professors attempted to describe, from their limited experiences, the duties of the married state. Yea ! But Lincoln was right. You can ' t fool all of the people right along. Besides taking care of his family, Tom found plenty of time to be one of the happiest fellows in the Class. He was so happy that he almost convinced us that there was something in the idea of getting married. For a decade Tom has served as librarian for the Boston Globe. He worked nights as librarian and afternoons he was staff photographer for the same paper. His camera kept B. C. on the map. Football, baseball, track and other pictures, used by the Globe, were shot by Tom. It was a familiar picture to see him on the athletic field with his sure-shooting gun registering a bullseye of every thrilling slide into home or every flying tackle or every flashing sprint. The pages of this book attest his photographic skill. Tom is Photo Editor of this edition and we venture the asser- tion that the photo department is far ahead of all precedent. Tom, or Joe Globe, should have received his degree last year, but a year in the Aviation Service during the war set him back with us. We were mighty glad to get him, too. During our Junior and Senior football season it was his line play that licked all comers and made us champions of the campus. He was a bright and shinin- student, had a cheery smile and word for everybody. except the Boy Broker, gave us our Class Baby, thoueb most of us won ' t know ' it ' till we read this, and was an all-round good fellow. JAMES EDWARD O ' DOWD Born February 14, at Roxbury, Mass. Roxbury Boston College Club 3, 4. Men there are in this Class of ' 21 who possess high honors for their intellectual brilliancy; men there are whose classic and pleasing visages could well grace a master- piece; men there are who have dallied pleas- antly in the dainty groves of society, with the polite assurance of Chesterfield and the well- groomed sleekness of Beau Brummell; but in all this splendid array of talent and cult- ured dexterity, there is only one Mike O ' Dowd. There is only one, there can be only one Mike O ' Dowd. To attempt to fix upon this able and versa- tile youth any kind of conventional descrip- tion or appellation, would be a futile waste of time, effort and valuable paper. Suffice it to say, that work has played a major role in his active life, and when he took an interest in the problems of the Library, the center of Boston ' s erudition took on a new air of encouraging interest. Today our young hero can designate the latest books which have arrived and is slowly entering upon the stage where he calls the books by their first names, and looks upon the dictionary as an old friend of the family. Anybody will tell you of his claim to fame in the squared circle, but few know that under this nervous, serious, disguise he hides the elements of a real poet. When the Muse is working smoothly, the rhythmic lines flow from his pen like water from a rural spring — so sparkling, you know. Those present will never forget the day on which he obtained and established his connections with the above-mentioned resined ring, but whence the prefix Mike, no mortal knoweth. Howsomever— Mike is a fighting appellative and augurs well for its owner ' s future. THOMAS EDWARD O ' LALOR Born February 7, 1899, at Somerville, iMass. Class Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4: Class Football 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4. This youth has ever been one of the main- stays of the class of ' 21 on the athletic field. On those most notable occasions of our foot- ball achievements, the victory as Juniors over the Senior team and the defeat this year of the aspiring Juniors, Tom was in there work- ing hard as quarterback and to his leader- ship goes much of the credit for the victories. It is not on the gridiron alone that he shines. He is a baseball fan and a general sport enthusiast. But it is on the polished boards that Tom really felt most at home. He is a very close intimate of King Jazz, and will travel afar just for the pleasure of stepping a few. He can also tickle the ivories, and many times has been the center of a happy gathering at the old piano. Before the start of Geology class was his favorite time to hum things up, but when the firm hand of authority fell Tom never seemed to be in the vicinity at all. When Tom could not attend dances to dance himself he went as part of the orchestra and played for the scufflers, amid much applause. Tommy is the height of good nature and having a wide local acquaintance he has always been ready and anxious to do his best for any of the out-of- town hoys on a cold, or for that matter, warm Sunday evening. When 1921 at the Heights is but a memory Tom can look back with happiness on the friendships he has made, and feel that a reunion will always place him at the head table. EUGENE J. O ' NEIL Born December 6, 1898. at Roxbury, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 2: Fulton Debating Society 4 ; Art Editor of the Stylus 4. When a fellow conies to his Senior year before disclosing to his wondering classmates the fact that he is a young edition of Harrison Fisher, there is only one conclusion. Gene is modest. He has atoned for his sin by the work he has done since his debut. The liter- ary Stylus sounds Gene ' s extrinsic glory. Long years ago, Gene made his official entry into our Class through the doors of Sophomore C. Here, he waded knee-deep in the delightful Apology and, incidentally, got his matter in capitolio as well as in folio. Gene does not make much noise around school, but do not gather from this that he is closely related to the well-known clan. When there is any need, e. g., in the Fulton, he can cut loose and give as good as any embryonic Cicero in the Gothic hall. Our hero, as you may have noticed, has a wonderful equipment for success. In his role of artist he can dash off sketches of any thing from chalk to cheese and then some. Then, throwing off the artist ' s smock and donning a frock coat and a deep- chested voice, he can hie forth and charm publishers into printing his produce. It may be that Gene is deceiving us, and his ambition may be a collar which closes in the back. Even in this case, he may still make use of his artistic o-ifts; painting to his congregation a vivid picture of an empty treasury or in happier ' ways — drawing his enormous salary. speech 1 a HUGH HENRY O ' REGAN Born August 21, 1897, at East Boston, Mass. Varsity Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Football 3, 4: Class Hockey 2, 3. On the class lists he is registered as Hugh H. O ' Regan, but few there are who know him by aught else save Duffy. The name Duffy comes from some great ball player. either Duffy Lewis or Hugh Duffy. Duffy does not hail from Noddle Island, as his birthline would indicate. Nay, nay, Pauline. Duffy comes from Allston, which is part of the Brighton, which is known as Brighton- on-the-Abbattoir. Blessed with a commanding figure and a striking appearance, a modulated voice, eyes of Irish blue, and we daresay the best - groomed man in the Class, the uninitiated Freshman did not have to ask twice who he is, but rather took a respectful interest medium sudden. However, Duffy is famed for more than his personal appearance. He has lived up to his physical potentialities and for four years he has played a stellar game on the varsity nine. As a catcher he was in a class with Luke Urban. More about his baseball abilities later. Duffy was also a football player — not a varsity man — but one of those sturdy lads who enabled our class eleven to capture the College championship for two years running. Wlten the war broke out, Duffy jumped right in, like the fellow in the song. He did not seek a wrist-watch berth, but like the man that he is, he signed up with the Marines. The Leathernecks decided to make an aviator out of hirn and luckily for the Huns the white flag was flown to the breezes before our Devil Dog could get his seaplane soaring like the gulls outside of Glou- cester. Duffy was more or less of a social lion. Advance agents for the various B. C. Club Socials did not fail to deluge him with invitations and he did accept with a grace befitting an inhabitant of Brighton-on-the-Abbat- toir. Why he chose Pedagogy as an elective we cannot ex- plain, unless he figures to teach in the winter months in the mountains of New Hampshire after his major league baseball season has ended. We expect to hear from him as Holy Cross heard of Bill Carrigan. Boston needs another catcher-manager for its Red Sox. Go to it, Duffy. JOSEPH DAVID PATE Born Dramatic Society 1, 2, 3, 4; Business Manager Dramatic Club 2, 3, 4; Oratori- cals 1; Marquette 1, 2; Vice President Marquette 2; Band 2, 3; Musical Clubs 2, 3; Fulton 2, 3.. McSwithers at the City Club held forth in spats, carnation, cane and conversation and carried the house by storm. McSwithers and Joe are one and the same person — only McSwithers was Joe incognito. Joe often travels incog. It is very convenient. One dark night Joe took ■ A Night Off — again traveling incog — -and very luckily, for Cohan, William H. Woods and some of our largest producers have been striving to assign the successful lead in A Night Off ever since. We ' re not telling on you, Joe — but for Heaven ' s sake come out from behind those sideboards. Joe does not confine his activities to the stage. Way back in Freshman a rare honor was conferred upon him. Joe was chosen to take part in the oratoricals. As a Marquette Debater, he made the Prize Debating Team and in Sophomore was chosen Vice- President. Starting with Joe ' s Sophomore year, the dramatics on the Heights began to assume tremendous proportions. Joe was business manager — and the wonder is that in this our Senior year a $2,000,000 Building Fund Drive is necessary. The way Joe and Fr. Murphy collected money for tickets that were forced on the un- dergraduates was a caution. The poor students never had a chance. The rich ones paid an excess pocket tax. Joe ' s shows were staged on the front lawn, the side lawn, the back lawn, the High School Hall, Assembly Hall, and about every place in Boston save the Old How- ard. Joe and his actors made quite some hit. In Junior Joe was elected President of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society, which same has a much longer name than it has record for things accomplished. Nevertheless, it deserves passing mention because Joe was president of it. In his Senior year, Joe was elected to membership on the Heights editorial staff. Joe stepped from acting to philosophy and from phil- osophy to journalism. The Class of ' 21 knows Joe as a genial chap, a bit different if you will, but pleasingly so; a whole-hearted fellow of the most obliging sort. JOHN POWERS Born May 14, 189S, at Lowell, Mass. Lowell B. C. Club 1, 2; Secretary Lowell B. C. Club 3: President Lowell B. C. Club 4. Although alphabetically speaking, the above gentleman ranks past the middle of the class, still as regards commanding figure and splendid, manly appearance, John is one of our leaders. Fearing that there might be some so skeptical as to think he was not over six feet tall, John has marshalled his hair in the latest Parisian pompador. John is one of the birds who has sung — My Home Town is a One Horse Town, But It ' s Big Enough For Me — and sung it with a meaning. Lowell was never very much on the map nor often heard from until John stirred things up in the Lowell B. C. Club. Now, any B. C. man who does not know where the Lowell Club holds its annual sor- tie is not much of a B. C. man. John was Secretary during his Junior year — that was the year of the greatest Lowell Club time. In his Senior year, Lowell had its biggest dance, and that was the year that John was President of the Club. John did not make much of a hullabaloo in Class. He was of the quiet order, but he sure did know his matter — and then that cute little rah-rah coiffure — he had to preserve a distinguished calm in order not to ruffle it. And now, kind reader, there remains but to mention the immediate future, as fortune is about to open to him the way that tends to his life work. True to his work among us, doubly true and faithful will he be in his chosen career. 1 u EDWARD F. PRENDERGAST Born June 28, 1900, at Boston, Mass. Class Baseball 2, 3; Fulton 3, 4; Chair- man Interclass Debate 3; Dorchester B. C. Club: Sodality 1, 2, 3, 4. He was an astute and sagacious mortal, who blatantly announced that Large prizes oft come in small packages, but if he had been acquainted with the Duke, he would have been a wiser and a more illustrious stu- dent of human nature. Let us obtain a brief notion of our sub- ject. Maintaining one ' s position among a crowd of fellows, most of whom tower above you, and doing so without inviting envy or contempt, is no job for an amateur; but to attract the admiration and good-natured ap- plause from a collection of those who are seemingly more physically endow ed, — is to be — Duke Prendergast. To ascertain how the nimble-witted and ingenious Friend Prendergast obtained this nom de College would form an inter- esting bit of history, but as space prevents such lengthy dissertation, we can only remark that a brief observation of Ed during his daily round of activities on the Heights would remove all doubt as to the appropriate nature of this cognomen. He is successful as a student, we grant; he has a potency at Class-meetings, we will- ingly admit; his ability to play ball and give a helping hand when the informal quartette cracks under the strain, is unquestioned; but when we speak of his scintillating sense of humor and his rapid thought-action if the least occasion arises, we are prone to seek a brace of dictionaries and ensnare a convenient encyclopedia while we painfully mangle a woefully deficient mother tongue in a vain effort to describe his merits and epitomize his signal victories in this regard. The age of dukes may be fast drawing to a close on this shifting planet on which we dwell, but while we may associate with this mark of nobility, a fine char- acter, splendid affability, and a brilliancy more keen than the flashing blades of Damascus, there will always reside in us the memory of one duke, who, to others, less favored than ourselves, was known as Edward F. Prendergast. EDWARD GERARD QUINLAN Born January 10, at Reading, Mass. Secretary Brosnahan 1: Glee Club 2, 3; K. of C. ' Club 3, 4. Behold Reading ' s contribution to our class. We are unaware that Eddie ' s home town ever made much of an impression upon us before our association with him but now we know that place is somewhere in this wide world. At least it is the scene of Eddie ' s nativity if we may be classical. And yet, despite all opinions to the contrary our genial Readingite insists that he has not travelled much who fails to visit what earth has something yet to show, the busy town of Reading. Eddie is a deep thinker and genial fel- low. His mind teems with philosophic sub- jects and as an objector Descartes and Kant come after him. But all of Eddie ' s time is not taken up with wearing out his notes; for he has also dabbled in debates, having mounted the bema to indulge in oratori- cal flights and to convince his hearers of their ignorance. So well did his fellow debaters think of him that he was honored in Freshman with the portfolio of secre- tary of Brosnahan. Eddie ' s ambition is to become a business man and if his spirit manifested at college remains with him we feel confident of his success. His friends of the other days, as most of us will soon be, will watch him in his climb towards the first million, which after all is the hardest. During his career among us Eddie has taken occasion to increase his stentorian ability by joining the Glee Club. Perhaps this was foresight on Eddie ' s part, be- cause we note that he is enrolled among the lesral lights. 1 FRANCIS SYLVESTER QUINLAN Born Ma.v 24, 1900, at Reading, Mass. Marquette 1, 2. The number of means taken by discursive students in the lunch-room, to answer op- ponents ' arguments and eager, heated, ob- jections are as interesting as they are diver- sive. Strangest of all, is the bulwark upon which Frank Quinlan retreats, if closely questioned or crowded. No more time-honored con- cedo or nego for him, nor the subtle distinguo; but with an air of one who must resort to this infallible argument to annihi- late these absurd doubters, he exclaims firm- ly: Well, my brother Ed and I — and the difficulty vanishes like a bag of candy at a Sunday school picnic. Unfortunately, such subterfuges are non gratis when a formal objection is presented in class, and it is this development of fra- ternal unity, therefore that we attribute Frank ' s favorite statement: I and Suraez — The brotherly teamwork displayed by this youth and his confrere is truly a cure for pessimism. In our classes, we number at least two other brothers and their co- activity is svnonymous with the name of the capital of Pennsylvania, but for real, serious, unfaltering smoothness in action, we are pleased to observe that, the Quinlan brothers are, in the modern patois, the Honey. When the Prof thought that Ed had been finally subdued to a state of harmless silence, up rose the undaunted Frank S. and proceeded to rake his brother ' s conqueror with a lengthy barrage of questions — much to the delight of the class, and occasionally, to the mild consternation of the kindly Prof. If we assume the temerity of considering Frank Quin- lan apart from Ed, we will remember him as a par- ticularly argumentative chap. One would think that CU)TH£s he had taken several courses in applied heresies or the science of objecting, since he was constantly doubting or questioning every phrase or thesis. This was simply a means to extract knowledge of the subject from his audience, and once this desire was satisfied, he tossed aside this pretension and showed his real unassuming good-nature. Excluding argumentation, chemistry is his forte, and if his constant attendance at the Lab. is any criterion, he will probably add to his name the initials IVI. D., which means not money down, but Doctor Medi- canae. GEORGE A. REARDON Born January 19, 1900, at North Abington, Mass. Class Football 2, 3, 4. Silence! — and you know one of the reasons why George was named The Owl after the sagacious feathered specimen. Let George do it! and you know why he did. The Owl seemingly grasps every line of knowledge intuitively. Being a deep thinker at all times and in all places, he philoso- phizes over every line of action. As a foot- ball player, he played end where he could ponder over his ultimate end. His friends from down Abington-Rock- land way — McGrath, Lynch, et at — declare that he aspires to fill the chair of Town Father of Abington. And they assert that he would prove a successful occupant of such a throne. The whole town, say they, would profit by his wisdom. , J ■ 1 , The Owl has been a regular fellow — always ready with a cheerful word and handy with a cheerful deed. Sometimes he was a wee-bit rough in his treatment of his co-towners. McGrath, Lvnch, etc. often were the objects of his little pranks and philippics. He was a better baseball and football player than any of the others— especiallv on their respective town team=— and they never quite got over his man-handling tactics and shrewd witticisms. George was the center of the group on its commuting trips and he upheld his home- town honors with a vengeance. Like the rest of the chaps in his group, he was a first rate scholar and all too prone to stand quietly by and let others claim the glory. MORTIMER F. REARDON Born November 2, at Rockland. Mass. revolutionist Mortimer is somewhat of and then some! To begin with, he refused to join the elite Rockland-Abington Boston College Club. This in itself is proof enough of our propo- sition. The Rockland-Abington Club boasts a standing similar to the Tennis and Racquet Club, The City Club, The Rotary Club. etc. To be invited to membership is the acme of glorification. Yet Mortimer declined the in- vitation. Declined, not merely because he loves to rub elbows with the hoi polloi; but because he preferred not to take part in the factional differences which he was sub- jectively certain would arise. These differ- ences have not yet arisen — according to club members — but, as Mortimer says, ' The first hundred years is the hardest. Mortimer is strong for arguments and once he develops a good one never permits his audience to escape. He has con- vinced Bernie McGrath to join forces with him on the club proposition — and any- body who knows Bernie will admit that this required a forceful argument, for if there is one thing that Bernie loves, it is clubby pals and friends so friendly. Mortimer is also somewhat of a shoe salesman, working in a prominent Rockland establishment and at other times in Filene ' s. He is our second ablest shoe salesman, running second to Bill Cusick. Mortimer ' s commuting presence will be sadly missed next year by a fair lady from Hanover. However, Mortimer may so arrange things that the fair one will stay home and do the cooking while he earns the wherewithal to pay the rent, as the song would put it. Scoop was a student of the smart but reticent vari- ety. What he could not do with a philosophical thesis would not be worth doing. We will miss him. We wish him luck in his conjugal bliss. m THOMAS FRANCIS REYNOLDS Born June 16, 1898, at Columbus, Ohio. Francis Thompson Academy 1 ; Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; Boston College Club of Newton 3, 4. A gentleman and a scholar was Tom. Besides being one of our intellectual lights, he was one of our very few literateurs. Poe- try was his passion — all kinds of poetry — some as was good and some as was bad. Essentially a scholar, he always stood in the ranks of the old reliables upon whom the Professor called when apparently the rest of us had taken a night of. And Tom ' s erudite answers would make us ambitious all over again. He was one of those fellows who could do more than translate Latin — he could speak it — honestly — Tom could speak Latin and put a little bit of the Roman Forum into his accents. For this power, alone, he deserves a place in the scholarly ranks. As a Junior and again as a Senior, Tom augmented his reputation by his mas- terful handling of philosophical problems. No sophistry ever escaped him and the skeletons of Our Adversaries must have spent many an unhappy hour, rolling and tossing in their wormy beds, as Tom showed us the error of their way. But getting back to poetry. Tom contributed many ' s the lovely little gem about Spring, Spring youthful Spring to the Stylus. Then, too, he was a member of the lofty, literary and exclusive Francis Thompson Academy. And the Fulton, Tom graced that august body of orators with his presence during two years. In conclusion, he elected Pedagogy, which may mean much or little. EDWARD J. RONAN Born March 29, 1898, at Lowell, Mass. B. C. Club of Lowell 1; Treasurer Lowell B. C. 2, 3, 4. entered Fr. Murphy ' s room in -which fact explains his later Eddie Freshman- successes. He was quiet, with the reserve of a typical Lowellite. This reticence completely baf- fled the Class until his Junior year when one of the College reporters discovered that he is one of the leading lights of Lowell — one of the officers of the justly-famous Lowell Boston College Club which has done so much for B. C, that he played an important role in Lowell politics, putting B. C. before the eyes of the populace. And this dynamic act ion in Lowell proves his modesty for we never knew, as the song puts it, until we ourselves found out. Ed was a soldier in the S. A. T. C. He was a buck in Corporal Glennon ' s squad and nianv ' s the lesson he learned from the sorrel-topped corporal and many ' s the lesson he taught. Ed was one of the nicest cadets in the outfit and inside information has it that he was scheduled to go South for concentrated training for his commission as a machine gunner when the Armistice was signed. Ed thought that Fr. McCluskey was the most learned doctor in the College. He liked Fr. Risacher. He never raised the proverbial crop of Cain, but he alwavs sanctioned it. He sat in the center of the square of Revolutionists. Friend Ed ' s favorite saying was If to do were as good as to know What were good to be done — And Ed was just the man who knew what was good to know and what was good to be done. He always will know. Ml 1 JAMES H. ROONEY Born October 17, 1899. Promoter of Sodality 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Society 3, 4; College Plav 3, 4; Class Football 3, 4; Cheer Leader 4. Out of the haze and murk of a dim recol- lection of the Classics, comes the re- membrance of that doughty old Greek war- rior who was distinguished from the other stalwart and glory-mad knights, by the sin- gularly appropriate title of The Loud Voiced or Leather Lunged. Today, the Class of ' 21 boasts a man whose iron tones and heavy voice would have given this old Greek herald surpris- ingly keen competition for his unique honor. Hence, that big, genial, Jim should be one of the ' Varsity Cheer Leaders in his Senior year at our football triumphs is only to ex- press the synonym of the ideal cheer leader. It is our sincere opinion that no observ- mg lower-class man will forget those hectic days when Yale, Georgetown and Holy Cross — not to mention the lesser of our opponents — were about to experience what B. C. ' s skill and power could do on the gridiron. At class football, he was an un- tamed lion. A perfect histrion in the College Play. Shuffling a graceful and rhythmic ground-gripper at the Philomatheia ' ' Ball. Athletic, leader in any sphere, alert to prevent any infringement of the Class rights, and capable executive, if the occasion and fellows demanded it, universally liked, and respectful of others ' rights, he stands out in the class as a man of gigantic personality. Above all, we shall recall him in days to come, as an indefatigable worker, fre- quently suffering absolute denial of self-interests, with one end in view, which spirit can best be epitomized in the following words of his. so often heard about the time a certam azure-colored bulldog recognized his master ' s voice: For Boston, For Boston, For thee and thine, alone. V M 1 LEONARD JOSEPH ROONEY Born October 25, 1898, at Waltham, Mass, To die for one ' s country i.s not only pleas- ant but fitting! To do this, as Mark Twain remarked, necessitates some difficulty on the part of the performer, but genial Len of Waltham came as close as it is possible for mere mortal to approach the epigram ' s real meaning without involving the complete separation of soul and body. A number of men were selected from the colleges of the country to enter military training at Plattsburg. Among these pros- pective Loots was friend Leonard, who, because of his physical ability and adept- ness was soon made an instructor in the use of the bayonet. The constant practice and work necessitated by such a delightful pastime produced a complete reaction, and within a short space of time he was stricken with the flu. His natural pug- nacity stood him in good stead, and after a struggle he managed to attain such a state of convalescence that he was invalided to the B. C. S. A. T. C. Here, we have a perfect example of the senses not properly disposed, for Len in his weakened condition, immediately after the signing of the armistice and his own discharge, journeyed to Fordham, where he remained for more than a year. At this juncture came his disillusionment. If friend Leonard has one weakness. It is a certain doleful ballad. Whenever you hear the sadly sweet: There is no placed li-i-kke h-o-ome, you may rest assured that somewhere in the vicinity is a soulful chap with much common sense and a wee bit of the romantic tucked under his epidermis: aforesaid chap being Len Rooney. One day, during his sojourn at Fordham, Leonard sang, saw the light, and forthwith executed — not the old ballad, but — the sentiment contained therein, and came back to his first love, — Boston College. To show his returned strength, he played on both our successful Class football teams. Somewhat prone to silence in class, extremely astute and shrewd, he numbers his friends by the whole class. MARK FRANCIS RUSSO Born August 2, 1899, at Boston, Mass. It ' s a cinch — nothing is hard to the fel- low who knows. Mark Russo knew. He knew just about all there was to know about Cicero, Horace, Homer, Newton, Plato, Aris- totle, and their teachings. He knew it all — he even knew he did not know it all. And therein lay his greatness. Some fellows achieve greatness, others have it thrust upon them — so the life phil- osophers tell us — anyway, they all know that they are great. Russo did not. He was as retiring, hesitant, solicitous as any man could be. Didn ' t Plato say this? was the nice way he had of asking lor a confirma- tion which most of us gave on the strength of his asking (?) the question. He came up to us from Boston ' s North End with Italy ' s olive tint on his cheek and the classic cut of Ancient Rome on his brow — inside and out. A little backward at the first, he kept within the limited sphere of the Ring of Sharks. But by Junior he had learned to drag out the smelly Camel. As a Senior, he persisted in not taking part in undergraduate activities. His sole recreation was chasing sophistries over the horizon. He was talented as a cartoonist, and was too prone to see the serious phase of things to make a three-base hit with the crowd. Being a man of wisdom, he is a man of few words and we find it hard to name his life-work. He might become a banker, a broker, a doctor, a lawyer. We don ' t know. U Born June IS, 1S9S. at Dorchester, Mass. Dramatic Association 1, 2, 3, President Dramatic Association 4; Marquette De- bating Society 2; Fulton Debating Soci- ety 3; Glee Club 3, 4: Manager Football 4: President Athletic Association 4. When Morgan pranced out on the boards, a gay and debonnaire Prince Hal, you could hear the sweet young things out front catch their breath. Falstaff roared and ranted. King Henry stalked and threatened and Romeo murmured sweet nothings. It was all the same to Morgan — all in the day ' s work. Theda Bara, Tarzan, John L. Sullivan, even Sothern, never equalled his perform- ances. For concentrated effort and snappy results, we bow in homage. There has not been a pale blonde nor a sparkling brunette who could say him nay. Morgan has taken his turn in every college activity— almost. We expect that his days and nights to come will be spent behind the footlights. But all of his time was not spent in acting. He was a Marquette and later a Fulton debater. Had there been more than twenty-four hours in his day, he would have carried off some of the oratorical honors. He had the inclination. In Senior year, the Champion- ship Football team was bereft of a manager for a time following Connie Flynn ' s abdication. Morgan took up the reins and was rewarded with a sweater. In the same year, Morgan was president of the Student Athletic Association. And in the same year, he was also president of the Dramatic Association. Why he was not nominated to succeed Wilson is a problem that history will solve. Morgan had plenty of tasks anyway. So here ' s to you Morgan Ryan, With your curly head of hair. You ' ve a winning way of winning — By golly, man — you ' re there! M n i%i 1 JOHN THOMAS RYDER Born January 29, 1897, at Charlestown, Mass. Varsity Football Squad 1 ; Class Foot- ball 3, 4; Baseball 4; Basketball 2. Tom hailed from South Boston which accounted for his ability to hold his own in any sort of an encounter, oral or physical. He received his early schooling in ' Lil Old Southie, spent a year at Latin School and then took a long hike to Montreal and St. Michael ' s Seminary. He came back to civ- ilization and Boston College in the fall of 1916. Tom has always been noted for his fall- guy propensity. Acting in accord with that nature, he loaned a willing ear to a recruit- ing sergeant one day in the summer of 1917 and started on the trail of Kaiser Bill with the 101st Artillery. He made the long trip to France and then made Blighty after be- ing plentifully wounded and gassed. He was in the drive that chased Gott Mitt Uns to the Dutch woodpile and shipped back to this country and the Class of ' 21. He has ta ken a leading part in class activities. Not being graced with a pair of educated feet, he never did go in very strongly for the social phase. But he cer- tainly was there on the athletic field. Class football, when we licked the class of ' 21 and the class of ' 22, proved him to be a demon. His Montreal connections en- abled him to flash on the hockey rink and his native Southie proved him to be a baseballer by birthright. THOMAS A. SALMON Born March 5, 1900, at Southboro. Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Fulton Debating Society 3; Manager Basketball 3: Dramatic Society 3: Secretary Dra- matic Society 4: Secretary Student Council 4. Sartorial splendor! spells Tom all over. And on top of this neatness, Ches- terfieldian manners! The man who develops the greatest num- ber of his natural abilities gets the most out of college. From this it follows that Tom profited greatly during his four years under the tower. First off, he went to Plattsburg and trained for a commission. He made a good looking soldier. His infinite capacity for looking collegiate stayed with him even in the army garb. You should see the studied carelessness of his attire, and all the other things that short-story writers ascribe to the ideal collegian. All of which is getting away from the story. In the intellectual ranks of our debating societies, he exercised his oratory and perfected his persuasive skill. And such a skill it is. If you ever went out with Tom and saw him sit down at the old piano and roll out a blissful waltz to the accompaniment of his vocal organs and then you saw the sad-eyed Susans idolize, to your absolute neglect — you ' d know. Tom man- aged basketball just to prove his versatility, and proved himself one of the choice few deserving of the cherished B. Outside of school Tom labored to put the Pictorial Review circulation on a par with that of the Saturday Evening Post. Staid towns throughout New England stood aghast as he steamed into view with his squadron of assistants. He captured countless subscriptions by use of his logic and count- less other things, fair to be gained, by his exuberant blarney. More power to ye, me boy! He worked up from solicitor to supervisor, and the first team he su- pervised had Dave Mullen, Duff O ' Regan, Ed Gar- rity, Walter Cremen, etc., in it. Some aggregation. Tom was possessed of a corking disposition, and for Age Twenty, had a greater appreciation of the real value of things to be disdained and striven for than any lad we ever knew. PHILIP PETER SAPONARO Born February 20, 1901, in Italy. Banjo-Mandolin Club 3, 4; Assistant Chemistry Instructor. The reason why chemists do not stand forth in the public eye is that so much of what they do appears without a chemical label. So we understand why our own chem- ists in their laboratory come in for little or no public acclaim from the other under- graduates. Besides, these chemistry classes have a passion for continuing into the twi- light hours and the student finds little time for the college activities that appeal to the rest of us normals. Phil was an ardent student of chemis- try. A chap who knew him well in the days of his adolescence, tells us that at the age of four Phil was making alkaline solutions from a soap and water mixture. This may . be true or exaggerated or otherwise — we are not chemists. But this that is to come is certainly true. During his collese course Phil swung a mean test tube. Yea, boy! And Phil swings something more. When a holler for jazz was wont to be set up, Phil was ever ready, like the razor, to rock an ukalele or a banjo between two very naughty shoulders and the music that came forth would make you hear those mournful melodies and some that weren ' t so mournful. At times Phil ' s opinions tended to be inflexible, but timely advice from his right- hand man and brother chemist, Steve Griffin, usually saved the situation. Ten- acity, benevolence and nobility, blended a la laboratory, is the attractive force by which Phil won a place in our hearts. One of our modern chemists has said, so they tell us, that it will be Americans, working in America, who will in the future chart the great black spaces on the map of chemistry. We might add, that the two inseparables, Phil and Steve, are bound to set up a few of the beacons in this great science. u EDMUND SHEA Born April 21, 1898, at Boston, Mass. Sodality 1. 2, 3, 4 ; League of the Sacred Heart 1, 2, 3. 4. Ed is one of our many representatives from the Roxbury war zone. He has been our inspiration for about two years in the practice of self control and equanimity. Eddie has been tried time and again by some of the most severe and searching cross- examiners of the faculty, but Ed has never flinched, amid fumbles. He has always come from the fray smiling and unperturbed, a beautiful living example of that well- known phrase, in folio. ' Ed came to us from the Class of 1920, a legacy as it were, after a year or two among the boulevards of Paris. His war ex- periences would fill a book, but we must suffice with a line, even as a famous philoso- pher would. Ed was never a dead soldier. The gentleman from the war zone also has a hobby — he is an Orpheum addict. Nothing is more pleasing to the subject in question than to sit in the third row with a bag of peanuts between him, and watch the passing follies. In the case of Ed we might mention his connection with the famous Ponzi scheme, but that is secret history, and if he could convince the judge, then why should we criticise. Ed sits among the angels of the back row, and is seldom if ever heard from. The object of his ambition is unknown to us, but then. . . why say it, you know. 5 JAMES N. SHEA Born July 28, 1900, at Roxbury, Mass. President Roxbury B. C. Club 4; Vice President Fabre Club 4; Associate Ed- itor Sub Turri 4; Class Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4. That judicious, and astute old sage, who bravely asserted in the face of antagonistic whiskers and the warm contentions of wag- ging tongues, that youth will be served, is said to have existed some years ago, but even in that hoary and ancient generation, it must have been a character strikingly similar to — or even a prototype of — Jim Shea, who first evoked that admission from its learned author. To glance at Jim of Roxbury, it would be not apparent that his majority is still some distance away, or that when James W. first arrived at these Scholastic Portals, he had not yet donned the ' toga virilis of man. Be it the busy, odoriferous laboratory, or the quiet, seriously tense classroom with an exam taking its toll of struggling victims, friend James Willing Shea is quite in his own sphere and master of the situation. No condition lists yawn menacingly at him when the percentages are announced, nor is the College Treasurer driven to the brink of a nervous collapse by his constant unwilling contributions, technically known as condition fees. Persevering, keenly observant of those whose activities carry them within his notice, scientific when in the laboratory, to all who know him, he is a willing and interesting acquaintance, outside the confines of the chambre de science. His popularity was conclusively determined when he was elected president of the Roxbury B. C. Club by an overwhelming vote. The remembrance of some people is aided by a certain characteristic, with which they are associated. In the case of smiling Jim Shea, we will remember him as a well-informed, sincere classmate, successful because of these attributes, but above all, as an exceedingly sensible chap, without the frills and petty artificialities with which many others disguise far inferior intellects. ALFRED C. SHEEHAN Born March 16, 1897, at Framingham. Quiet and unassuming as Al was as a student, he has always been recognized at his real worth. He was of that retiring type quite content to leave the hurly-burly of each day ' s battle in the hands of others. And so it is difficult to point out any mannerisms peculiar to him in the course which he pur- sued in his four years on the Heights. In class when there were issues of much import to argue pro and con, surprised indeed would we have been to have heard the voice of this quiet youth adding to the general fu- rore of discussion. Beyond the class room would we have been more surprised to find him in an excited group thrashing out some topic of the day. To one side he would stand and listen, but if approached for an opinion he gave it straight and to the point and gen- erally he came pretty close to hitting the nail on the proverbial head. Always willing to aid others and a firm believer in good fellowship he has welded within his person a winning combination. We wish to see his future resplendent with prosperity. Here is luck. Al. B M 15 1 1 3 1 EDWARD LEO SMITH Born September 14, 1899, at SomerviKe, Mass. Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Ful- ton Debating Society 3, 4 ; Somerville Boston College Club 3, 4. Statistics show that the Smiths are a num- berless family. Our Class boasts but one member of the family and he is uncommon in that he is possessed of numerous talents and a remarkable personality. Eddie was graduated from Somerville High School with numerous scholastic awards. On the Heights, he lived up to his high school scholastic standing, setting a pace which left many of us far behind. Eddie is not an exception to the rule which places good things in small packages. Of sturdy and substantial proportions, Ed- die cannot vaunt of his height, but what he lacks in this latter respect is inore than com- pensated by mental prowess. Our hero will emerge from the halls of study into the cold hard world with prac- tical as well as theoretical knowledge. A chap of many and varied activities, he will not allow experience gained in various spheres of endeavor to become cob-webbed with disuse. Lest we convey the impression that Eddie was naught but a grind, we will make mention of his twenty-two carat pranks both inside and outside of class. During the summer seasons, Eddie was an habitual visitor and vacationist on the zephyr-kissed sands of Windemere. He came to be regarded as a fixture, tremendously by — well, what is the use of our telling tales. If you would know more, ask him. What the next step in his journey is to be, we dare not venture a prophecy. True in his words among us, doubly true and faithful will he be in his chosen career. He used to enjoy himself Eddie enjoyed himself. EUGENE J. SULLIVAN Born February 6. 1898, at Wakefield, Mass. Marquette 1, 2, Marquette Prize Debate 1, President Marquette 2, Winner of Marquette Prize Debate 2; Fulton 3, 4, Fulton Lecture Team 3, Fulton Prize Debate 3; Baseball Squad 3 ; Track 2, 3,4; President Fulton 4, Fulton Lecture Team 4, Fulton Prize Debate 4, Fulton Inter- collegiate Team 4 : President K. C. Club of B. C. 4; Secretary Senior Class; Presi- dent Wakefield B. C. Club 4; Heights Staff 4; Oratorical Editor Sub Turri 4. Unacquainted with the name or status of this unexcited particle of taciturnity, one would say that he was the quintessence of silence. Far from it; this silent, well-poised collegian is none other than one of B. C. ' s foremost debaters and public speakers, winner of medals to spare in the noble art of oratory, Eugene J. Sullivan. But genial Gene ' s activities are not con- fined to the speaker ' s platform. He found other fields to conquer. Though not robust in frame nor of the slim, alert type, frequently identified with a natural grace- fulness, Gene has worked hard for the track team, and has suffered the pains and aches of the early baseball season. Versatile, socially adept, and preeminently a man ' s man, there are great possibili- ties in this classmate from Wakefield. That he will achieve success in his chosen work we can have no doubt. That he should be forgotten by our class is preposterous. If unflinching persistence and unfailing loyalty to the work at hand, — attributes which have always been synonymous with his name, — are any criterion, we may only answer what all who have come into contact with his engaging personality will assert: Just Watch his Smoke. i M u HAROLD JAMES WADSWORTH SULLIVAN Born November 20, 1S96, at Boston, Mass. Chairman, Senior Smoker; Chairman Executive Com. Fulton 4; Chairman, Executive Com. Dorchester B. C. Club 3, ' 4; Chairman, Fulton Intercollegiate Committee 3; Oratorical Contest Winner 3; Fulton Prize Debate 4, Fulton 1, 2, 3, 4; College Play. Hotspur 1; Alternate, ' Intercollegiate Debating Team 3; Associ- ate Editor Hciybts 3; Associate Editor, Sub Turri ; Junior Class Debating Team 3; Senior Class Debating Team 4: Class Football 3; Class Baseball 3; Fulton Lecture Team 3, 4 : Philomatheia Recep- tion Committee 4; Vice President Ful- ton 4; Dramatic Association 1; Intercol- legiate Debating Team 4. Way back in the golden days of free lunch and brass rail, some one told Harold it was better to wear out than to rust out. He , , .,. „ , . , hasn ' t rusted yet, and there isn ' t the slightest probability of his ever doing so. Hal Waddy dazzled the class in Freshman by his brilliant financial genius. But before the end of three months, he departed for lexas to become a military aviator. All passed serenely, until one day about the middle of Sophomore, ' Hal stepped into the class-room, shook hands with the TadTeft off ' ' ' meteoric career at the precise point where he Old Billie Shakespeare says: All the world ' s a stage, and if what he savs is true, then Hal certainly has played his number of parts— Prefect of discipline, financier, Santa Claus pawn broker, stock broker, amanuensis, minority leader, fac- ulty adviser, ergo delegate to Georgetown, debater, clique leader (Crassus of the triumvirate ) , psychologist ( honorable mention ) , ethician, Fenian, fireman, traveler, haranguer, journalist, politi- cian, educator, actor, and student, and in addition, we might say between times he managed to slip into his dress suit and win the oratorical contest. Waddy deserves credit. He usually gets it! He is a worker. Favorite sport, reading class lists. Favor- ite fruit, the grape. .5g illllHIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIII« MII««Nilll IIMl r JOHN JOSEPH SULLIVAN Born June 25, 1900, at Somerville, Mass. Varsity Track 2, 3, 4 ; Treasurer Senior Class 4: R. C. Club of Somerville 1, 2, 3, 4. This gentleman of angelic countenance is popularly known as the Boisterous Blonde. We shall try to prove him guilty on both counts. The boisterous part of the indict- ment is supported by the testimony of those unfortunate classmates of this guileless youth who have rough-housed with him. Anything that smacks of war, destruction and sudden death, is food, drink and transportation to Joe. He was of great assistance to the genial Geology teacher, who used him as a portable earthquake to demonstrate the havoc wrought by the unrestrained forces of Nature. Joe ' s thatch resembles the plumage of a canary, but once your ear drums have been stretched by his whole-souled Haw! Haw! you will agree that the similarity of hirsute adornment in common with the song bird. Jay Jay ' s ability to step over the hurdles in natty fashion was classed with Astronomy marks and the other mysteries of life until we probed his past, which is an interesting way of saying — his youth. It seems that in days when the scintillating Swede took his nourishment in the form of crackers and milk, he developed an uncanny knack of clearing the high-chair barriers in perfect form. Add to these little items a praiseworthy zeal in prying coin of the realm from a decidedly Scotch Senior Class, combined with a far from praiseworthy carelessness in the handling of canoes, and you have a likeable fellow. That ' s Joe. Lest we forget — this bluster- ing blonde has a little trick of starting more trouble than any five men in the class without getting his own fingers caught. If you want any detailed information along this line, you have only to ask Charlie McCabe. We don ' t know whether it is possible for blonde hair to turn gray, but be that as it may, Joe ' s classmates will always be willing to join us in saying — Blessings on your frosty pow John Sullivan our Joe. the only thing that he holds M JOHN JOSEPH SULLIVAN Born April 20. 1900, at Boston, Mass. Boston College K. of C. Club 3, 4; Alls- ton-Brighton Boston College Club 3, 4; Brosnahan Debating Society 1; Mar- quette Debating Society 2f Associate Editor Sub Turri 4. September, 1917, gave to Boston College the gentleman whose smiling portrait adorns this page. Before the aforesaid harvest time, John Joe had lived and spent most of his time in Brighton-on-the-Abattoir, which is the same town that shelters O ' Regan, Ford, Mclnerney and Foynes, the elite members of our class. Previous to this, M. Sullivan, as the French would write it, lived in Boston ' s Back Bay. Knowing this much of Sullivan, we now know that much is to be expected of him. To whom much has been given, from him much , will be asked or words to that effect. ' bullivan, the Boy Wonder — that is his appelative on University Heights. In the vulgar parlance of the day, his middle name is Ambition. If one is inclined to doubt the validity of this assertion, one might have observed Friend Sullivan racing over the Avenue to the Heights, either on his uppers or sombeody ' s Rolls Royce. Sull ' s difficulties in rendering classic translations of Latin and Greek will be remembered by those who sat with him in Freshman and Sophomore. In addition to keeping company with Rube and Cal, his assiduity in mastering the law will be recalled by the Juniors and Seniors. Sull ' s ambition is to plead the cause of justice in the Brighton Juvenile court. Sull sort of has a pull with Judge Connolly and thmks that everything will be rosy for him, once he passes the bar. Now lest the reader be deluded, the hero of our sketch is no note-eater. Soil has found time during his exist- ence among us to mingle with the wise, as is attested by his membership in the debating societies and the numer- ous clubs. He ranked high as a student, was inclined to be argumentative, possessed a genial smile, a friendly hand, a plenteous pocket. His one fault — if such it be — was his diplomacy. Only the English are diplomatic and Sull ' s leanings in that direction sometimes made us feel that he was betraying his heritage. Howsomever, Sullivan may be English; if so, his diplomacy is a virtue and not a vice. THOMAS EDWARD SULLIVAN V Born November 9, 5. at Brockton, Mass. Pres. of B. C. Club of Brockton 4; K. of C. Club 3, 4. Like Tennyson ' s Brook, there winds his way each day to the Heights from the remote sec- tion of our country known as Brockton the genial subject of our sketch. For Tom is Brockton ' s only contribution to the class of 192L The only thing we have against him is that he hails from Brockton, and this fact has detracted largely from his integrated habits of conduct. Starting in Freshman the baneful effects which Brockton had upon him were shown, for the doors never open to admit him until the first movement of the symphony was ended. The long journey to the scene of his scholastic battles including the dizzy ride in the Lake Street Limited where the seats are always limited, always failed somehow to affect Tom ' s optimism. for he is the spirit of optimism. That Tom is true to his training in appreciation of the beautiful is evident from his occasional meanderings in company with the members of the sick squad, in admiring nature ' s gift to Boston ' s touch of Oxford — the reservoir. His taste for the aesthetic and evident belief in the theory that travel broadens a man is attested by his journeys to interview (from the orchestra) the leading stars of the spotlights. Though not a warrior ut sic for alma mater, his loyalty has always proven him to be one by participation. Tom has confined his activities to wrestling with the ologies which are necessary evils in a student ' s life. It is our hope that Tom will carry into the arena of life the optimism which marked him as a student. 5 P LOUIS J. URBAN Born March 20, 1898, at Fall River, Mass. Football 1, 2, 3, 4: Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 2 3, 4; Hockey 4; Captain Basketball 2, 3, 4; Hockey 4; Captain Basketball 3; Vice President Class 4; Student Council 2, 3, 4, The most modest man I ever coached — Major Frank W. Cavanaugh, Coach. The most unselfish, man in the college — Professor of Psychology. A Catholic gentleman, a s cholar, an ath- lete, a good scout — The Class. Were you there when the copyrighted sun resolved itself back into the cheerless leaden Absolute that bleak October day, when the forty-thousand multitude, surging with the hypnotic tension of the irresistible march of the Eastern Champions down the soggy bowl, saw our modest captain race after that errant pig-skin laden with seven tremendous points, only to draw back in sacrifice, as his team-mate scooped that ball and sped for the zero line? Boy. we ' ll never forget it. Sacrifice! Unselfish Luke. Old Pal we ' ll tell that story to our kiddies, so they ' ll hop freights to New Haven to see another eaglet repeat it. The pinnacle position of Maroon and Gold in athletics is due to such toilers and battlers as Luke. Carrying on to victory in football, speeding through the slashing schedule of hockey and sometimes the same night bowling through a rough game of basketball to fill in the doldrums between football and baseball, he has set a record of premier achievement always to be emulated, seldom to be equalled, and never to be surpassed. . .PMS-iv--. So long, Luke, old pal. In the veiled future. Ma- roon and Gold expects great things of you. Moulded by men, taught by leaders, competing witb the fiercest, you have groomed yourself for the greater game. We shall ever wait by to cheer the assured touchdowns in your career of many milestones. i  IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMM JOHN DENNIS WALSH Born October 19. 9, at South Boston, Mass. How well we remember the time when the door of Freshman opened to admit Doc, derby and all, to the ranks of ' 21. On that first day, Doc won fame, not only because of his derby, but because of his reading line. It happened thus. Our Prof asked us what was the last book which we had read. Most of the answers were of the Robert W. Cham- bers type. Then came Doc ' s turn. With- out the slightest hesitation, without even bat- ting an eyelash. Doc admitted that his latest diversion had been The Substance of Gothic. Again, Doc was a pioneer. Business, efficiency, and work have been Doc ' s watchwords. In class, he was always attentive and thoughtful. In fact, at times he has been too thoughtful. This may seem paradoxical : but if you had ever tried to defend a thesis with Doc working on the objector ' s platform, then you knew how dangerous a deep thinker could be. When not thus engaged in deep thought, Doc demonstrated to the storekeepers of the New England hamlets that an adding machine or a sales registering machine is indispensible to the retailer. He certainly must have convinced many of them, for he was always the picture of opulence. But this is not all. Though Doc has not played heavy roles in our undergrad- uate activities, he stepped into the public calcium. During our course he was a member and officer of the famed Common Cause Society. Sunday afternoons he used to hold forth in the face of the fifty-seven varieties of the socialists on Boston Common and Sunday evenings — some Sunday evenings — he occupied the platform on Berkeley street. Other Sunday evenings — he spent his time else- where. Where, we may deduce from future happenings. Doc was our exemplar. He taught us what serious- ness means. He proved to us the results it achieves. Good luck to you, Doc; may you always be our beacon. m 1 V P FRANCIS EUGENE WINCH Born July 21, at Natick, Mass. Fabre Club 4; Natick B. C. Club: K of C. Club 3, 4. The Senior Class of 1921 has its orators, philosophers, psychologists, geologists, biolo- gists and other bright lights, but none more brilliant than its philanthropist, Francis E. Winch of Natick, Mass. Lest perchance some one might object to this epithet as being un- established, let it be known to all who read that as a result of years of diligent scientific research in the laboratories, Frank has dis- covered a very new chemical theory, but real- izing the utter incapability of present day scientists to comprehend his theory, because of their limited mental capacities, Frank has decided to store this in his memory, never to be revealed, and thus remain a sacrifice to his love of his fellowman. Do not imagine, for even a moment, that he IS a stooped, crabbed old alchemist— far from it— Frank has always some place to go and something to do and knows how to do it. In the selection of his friends and especially his clothing, he manifests a delicate, refined, diletant and exquisite taste. Such cravats and silken shirts as he vaunts! Many a dull uninteresting lecture is brightened considerably by the newest haber- dashery of the young man who invariably occupies a position in the rear. If one were to read into the hidden facts of history here, he would find that Frank and the Manageress of a downtown tonsorial parlor are accredited as bein the lesjiti- mate discoverers of the so-called Permanent Marcel Wave. The name of Marcel was used only as a means of not disclosing their identity. Not to detract from the inven- tion in the least, however, who couldn ' t have discovered an old hair wave with such a pretty co-discoverer. It is the ambition of Winchie to be the best soft shoe dancer in Natick and if practice makes perfect, suc- cess is his. We expect that he will attain this coveted honor. 1 7N. MICHAEL J. CRONIN Haverhill, Mass. Interclass Track 1, 2; Class Baseball 1. 2. 3: Radio Club 4. Eighteen ' s loss was ' 2rs gain, when the sick bed called Mike from class just after the mid-year ' s and gave him up only to be- come traffic director for the U. S. A. at Camp Devens. Eighteen went down the road with- out Mike. And ' 19 and ' 20. But ' 21 called him for the second term and he kissed the ring with us. Some people make themselves known bv the noise they make. Few by the noise they do not make. Mike is one of the few. He is not much on oratory, but when the work is to be done, he is there! Glance over the list of premiums Mike carried away with him during his stay on the Heights and yo will get that point. And, perhaps, you heard of the Haverhill-No-Nothingism Riots. If you did, you heard of Mike and how he went into the fray with a true B. C. spirit. Quiet, retiring, almost timid, is he . . . but when courage and determination are wanted to back the Right . . . Mike needs no coaxing. Ask about it up in Haver- hill, some day. Mike is that with a capital letter. He was one of the first men from St. James High, Haverhill, to reach the Senior Class on the Heights. Please, St. James, if you have any more like him, send them along. Myles Connolly, literary genius of ' 18 and the Post, says, With ' Mike ' you don ' t have to be a prophet. Be scientific and draw conclusions, that ' s all. Behold the Past! The Future has to follow suit! Just watch ' Mike ' go! What Myles says is good enough for us. We are watching you, Mike. 1 1 The ' ' Ex Men Classmates! What though some were not so fortunate as to enjoy the full four years of college life, but were called to fight their battle in other fields or to en- gage in the great struggle of life. They live in our memories as we live in theirs, comrades of the days when we labored (or galloped) over the intricacies of Horace and Euripides, or rebelled silently (very silently) against the fatal edict, We ' ll stay another half hour for that last remark. Nearly five years ago we entered Boston College, the first class to begin its career amid the enveloping shadows of the World War; our question was not how many of us would pass all the milestones on the long road to Commencement Day, but how long we would remain together as our class, for each one of us looked forward eagerly to the day when he would enter the great conflict, prepared to do his bit or offer his all pro patria. Before many months had passed, familiar faces were missing; the necessity of joining prematurely the ranks of the breadwinners, but especially the call to arms — all these had their effect, and the effect was more notice- able in our case than ever before, owing to the number of our classmates who donned ' the olive drab even before our Freshman year had drawn to its close. Many of us were here again in October of the year 1918, but the vast majority who were here were no longer of the Class of ' 21, but were stationed in the hastily erected barracks we remember so well; many more were scattered here, there and everywhere, from the Golden Gate to Verdun. The signing of the Armistice united us once more, barely in time to make a very late start on the work of our Sophomore year, but there were many who did not join with us, claimed by other fields of en- deavor. When first we crossed swords with Major Logic and other lusty foes, our ranks were further thinned by the absence of those who had departed to devote their lives to the service of God. The busy world of industry and the iron hand of stern neces- sity drew away a student here and there, but we remained the largest Senior Class in the history of Boston College, and as such we close our career in 1921. Our Class? It is not merely those whom you saw receiving their degrees, the final reward of their endeavors, that day iii June at the Heights. Nay, rather all of us who ever assembled as members of ' 21, all of us who cherish fond memories of pleasant hours spent within these hallowed halls, be those hours many or few — all of us, in fact, to whom the symbol of ' 21 carries a meaning far deeper than words can express — we are truly the Class of 1921. WILLIAM F. FITZGERALD, JR. Born July 27, 1S99, at Brookline, Mass. Stylus 1, 2. 3. 4: College Play 1; Mar- quette 1. 2; Class Treasurer 2; Fulton 3, i Now you see him: now you don ' t — introducing; the boy who made our cham- pion long-distance commuters look like amateurs, known to the outside world as William F. Fitzgerald, Jr., but known universally within our confines as the only and original Billy Fitz. Fame was his at the start of his career, both for character and accomplishments. A storm center and yet a humorist — that was Bill. To be with him in class was to be sure of no dull moment; the laugh was generally with him, though the rare exception when it was at him was the more provocative of good-natured mirth: many of us could testify to the truth of the last statement, having in mind especially the occasion when Bill sat not wisely but too well on an innocent but effective tack, in that famous Freshman history class. Poetry was his weakness; love of adventure his downfall. He blossomed out in verse before his friends could interfere and save him. and likewise his desire to see more of the world took him from us before we could hasten to chain him down. His exuberant spirits manifested themselves in excessive donning of the full dress, and even in his appearance in the hallowed Senior Classroom in golliif uniform, but the signals were lost upon us, sad to relate! Then came that day when he disappeared, never to return. The mystery was solved when the Heights announced that he was engaged in the investigation of Marks and conditions in Germany. All too late we saw through it, and we could do naught but weep over the vacant chair; for his long and thorough experience in these matters demanded larger fields to conquer. - The last time we (editorial) saw Bill he was surrounded by a group consisting of many of his former classmates. When we (again editorial) managed to worm our way within earshot we grasped the entire significance of it all, though but few words reached our ears. The trip over .... yeah, and Paris . . . . Now, we understand that he is collaborating with T. Nixon Foynes and J. Wads- worth Sullivan on The Great American Novel. u Alciere, Francis L. P. Allen, Leo J. Anderson, Allen G. Anderson, Carl F. Atwater, Daniel H. A. Bacigalupo, Andrew M, Barrette, Silvio W. Barry, Thomas D. Barry, Thomas J. Baxter, William L. Boner, George W. Boylan, Leo F. Brickley, Joseph F. Burke, Edmund M. Burns, Walter C. Callahan, Patrick R. Campbell, Edmund J. Carey, John F. Carr, ' John T. Chrisom, Martin R, Clinck, Joseph J. Coffey, Joseph J. Coleman, Arthur L. Collins, Timothv. W. Colhns, Walter ' D. Condrv, Stephen A. Conneil, Hugh E. Connolly, Edward B. Connolly, James J. Connolly, John A. Cooriey, Leroy V. Corbett, Andrew J. L. Cormick, Richard P. Corrigan, Philip L. Cotter, Samuel E. Courtney, Richard P. CriUy, John J. A. Crowley, Daniel T. Culbert, Robert E. Jr, Cummings, Francis J. Cunningham, Edmund I Curtin, John P. Cusick, Joseph F, Dailey, William E. Jr. Davidson, William H. Dee, Thomas P. Denehy, William J. Doherty, Charles E. Dohertv, Francis T. Doherty, William T. Donahue, Edward C. Donahue, Edwin A. Donnelly, Ignatius P. Donnelly, John J. Donovan, Francis W. Donovan, Jerome G. Donovan, John A. Dumas, Leo P. Enright, Edward F. Fahey, James E. EX-1921 MEN Fitzgerald, William F. Fitzgerald, William F. Jr. Flemming, William A. Flynn, Thomas L. Foley, Patrick S. Foley, WilHam F. Foster, John J. Gallagher, Charles C. Garbarino, Ernest F. Gegan, John B. Giles, Thomas O. Gilmore, Francis W. Girroir, Francis E. Gookin, James A. Jr. Hall, Warren F. Halloran, Charles R. Hanlon, Francis T. Hannon, Edwin F. Hargedon, Joseph M. Haynes, Edmund J. Healey. John J. Hendrick, John J. Higgins, Albert J. Hocking, Ray F. Howard, George W. Hurley, Edmund J. Hurley, Leo T. Hyde, John F. Jefferson, Joseph F. Johnston, Charles L Jr. kellev, Theobald M. Kennedy, Joseph P. Kerrigan, Joseph G. Kerrivan, Richard L. Lahiff, John L. LaPlante, Walbert E. Leary, Arthur V. Lee, William T. Logue, Francis J, Loring, Charles H. MacEachern. John D. McCarthy, Charles T. McCarthy, Leo J. McCarthy, Robert E. McColgan, George P. McDermott, Francis R. McDermott. Harold F. McGrath, Daniel T. McGreenery, Edmund T- McGuire, Matthew F. McHale, Paul V. Mclntire, Francis E. Mclsaac, Charles F. McKenney, Joseph F. McMahon Charles J. McMillan, Hugh T. McNulty, Edward F. Magaldi. John B. Magee, John J. Mahan, Charles W. iMahony, John A. Maloney, Thomas F. Martin, J. Carey Meehan, William C. Monohan, Francis E. Moore, John A. Motley, Leo V. A ' lullarkey, John E. Mulligan, Edward F, Murphy, Aden F. Murphy, Joseph G. Murphy, Ralph A. T. Murphy, Wilfred E. Murray, Cornelius P. Murray, Vincent T. Nash, Joseph A. filand, William A. Nyhan, William C. O ' Brien, John R. O ' Connell, William H. O ' Hara, Frederick M. O ' Heron, George P. O ' Leary, Arthur Ortiz, Alfredo O ' Sullivan, Patrick A. Parkhurst, Winslow S. Preston, Edward G. Quigley, Joseph A. Reed, Arthur W. Reynolds, Francis A. Ryan, Louis D. Ryan, Timothy J. Sarjeant, Francis B. Sennott, Edward T. Shea, Alphonsus J. Shea, Richard J. Jr. Sheehan, William J. Smith, Louis M. Stack, WilHam E. Stokes, Joseph M. F. Stokes, Michael J. Strassel, James J. Sullivan, Arthur P. Sullivan, Francis V. Sullivan, James E. Sullivan, Walter J. Taffe. Daniel R. Thayer, Paul J. Tobin, John F. J. Trowbridge, Raymond Vachon, Christopher J. Velez, Restitute B. Weafer, Leonard E. , W hite, George White, John J. Whittaker, James A. Wholly, John H. Wielock, John A. Wolyniec, Joseph B. York, John A. Page one hundred sixty-five Class of 1922 The Criteriologists, following closely on the heels of their dignified brethren, the Seniors, are about to enter upon the final lap in the race for the coveted pigskin. The first two laps we traversed successfully, Horace, Socrates, and the other for- eigners being far surpassed by the jockeys of ' 22 riding R. H. White horses. The third lap we faced without the aid of the handy equi, but with a scanty few yards to go only a few of us have been tripped up. Therefore, with the final stretch ahead of us, all we can see is the certificate hanging on the wall of the den, and the ribbon in our button-hole. At the beginning of the school term the class chose as the men higher up : James H. Doyle, President; Daniel J. McSweeney, Vice-President; Arthur F. Mullen, Secretary. Without delay we made preparations for our Home Night, and the event proved most successful. Our Junior Prom at the Vendome was the culmination of terpsichorean parties. We chose as our motto Do it for B. C. and as a result the B. C. hall of fame is replete with the names of Juniors. The gridiron sizzled under the feet of Heaphy, Doyle, Kelley, and Kelleher. The cinder path was maltreated by such stars as Jake Driscoll, Caffrey, Dolan, Dugan and Bell. On the diamond were Halligan, McMorrow, Foley, Cody and Kelley. Prof. McGady of the Junior class instructed in the manly art of curing insomnia. So much for the Junior, for one could write a series of volumes narrating the achievements of this our enthusiastic class, but modesty compels us to submit only a few proofs of our interest in Boston College; wishing our departing college mates the best of success, we bid fond adieu. By a Junior. Star Gazers! There is no better appellation for him who would attempt to analyze the achievements of this class. Our capable president, Owen Gallagher, has builded precedent on the athletic field and the less arduous stretches of presidential requirements for the classes which are to come. In football we have Walter Tony Comerford, Captain for 1921, Tom Swan, Edward Dullea, Walter Nolan, Harry Mullowney and Ed Gormley. In bright letters we may note the names of Jeremiah O ' Brien, class secretary, and Fran ' cis Hickey, treasurer, men whose results have been as innumerable as their duties have been irksome, and to whom the gratitude of the class, if not the college, is due. Track, baseball, hockey and football — all have their representatives, John Carr, Frank Doherty, Leonard Morrissey, John Curry, Ed Garritty, all fighting for the greater glory of Alma Mater. Fame exists not only on the field, but in the Stylus Office, in the Heights Office and on the debaters ' platform as well. To prove this, consider the names of Mvles McSweeney, Osgood Currier, Edward Mulligan, Francis Ford, Joseph Comber and Walter Mayo. Space forbids further enumeration. If our accomp- lishments have not been innumerable, yet our wills have always been indomitable in the cause; and the will to succceed is the surest sign of success. Class of 1924 We came, we saw, we were satisfied. Such were our Freshman impressions; brief, but strongly fixed and imperishable. The first matter on hand was the election of our class officers, November 11, at which John Monaghan of Roxbury was chosen president with loud acclaim and some minor injuries to voters more enthusiastic than prudent. The vice-presidency went to James Desmond by rea- son of his fiery eloquence and stirring appeal to the emotions of his hearers. Mark Keohane received the treasurer ' s keys and the secretary ' s book of unsmirched record. Thus we started, with lersatility our motto, and Failure a forgotten word. In the field of sports we urge you to escort a careful optic over the following selection: McGahan, terror of the plains of Braves Field; Liston, the elu- sive one of New Haven fame; Roderick the light-haired destroyer of opponents ' aspira- tions. Pep, did you say? Why, as the mag- nate said: If pep were shekels, these three would be Wall Street. Herb Treat is another, full name, we are moved to remark. In track, Tom Mclntire, Frank Wilson, Walter Nolan, Clarence Flahive, Mur- phy and O ' Brien form a fleet reception committee. Captain-elect Tommy Mur- phy. Jim Hickey, Fred Morley and Bill Melley made up half the ' varsity bas- ketball squad, while in hockey we were represented by Haggertv. Baseball gives us another chance to show our worth, with George Dowd, Haggerty, Steve Pat- ten, Tom and Eddie Phillips, and some more versatiles, Liston, Wilson and Mclntire. Such is the list and such the activities of the Class of ' 24, with a constant thought for a Greater Boston College. They also helped to make this Freshman Class one of the greatest as well as the largest that ever entered the classic portals of the Towers on the Heights. By a Freshman. JOHN MONAGHAN PRESIDENT Treat M. Ruff should be his 1 mM.- ,, -4,, y ' - 1 League of the Sacred Heart v A fervent spirit of devotion to Jesus Christ, particularly in the Blessed Sacrament, has always been a characteristic of the Boston College student body. One of the reasons for this devotion is the League of the Sacred Heart, established in the col- lege almost at its beginning and flourishing always among the students. When our enrollment was but a fraction of the present one, when the present buildings at University Heights were not even thought of, the League included as its members practically the entire Boston College student body; today, as is altogether fitting and proper, the League retains its place in the front rank of all our organizations. Alumni who are now leading figures in the various walks of life were members of the League during their college days, and their practical devotion to our Saviour has never diminished: men of the future, who are destined to play a prominent part in the affairs of life, are even now included in the Boston College branch of the League of the Sacred Heart. Firmly rooted as it was, the League kept pace with the rapid growth of the college itself, under the direction of the Rev. Thomas J. McCluskey, S. J. Father McCluskey began by forming many bands of loyal students, each with its own promoter, the promoters having the duty of distributing leaflets every month and keeping the particular members over whom each one had charge in touch with League affairs. The custom common to all Jesuit schools and colleges of having the students attend confession the first Thursday of every month has always been observed at Boston College, but Father McCluskey added the custom of assembliftg the students each First Friday and giving a brief but effective talk on the intention of the League members for the month; the Morning Offering offered up daily by all League members was the usual opening prayer in many classes; thus the stu- dents were always interested in the League and its prime object, reverence and devo- tion to Jesus Christ, especially in the Holy Eucharist. Page one hundred seventy-six The Senior Retreat 9 V m Education in the strictest sense includes more than the mere development of the intellect. It demands an element which touches the heart — an element vitally neces- sary to the welfare of the state. It is to fulfill this obligation and to guard against the dangerous tendencies of a materialistic age that the good professors of Boston College have instituted the Re- treat, in addition, of course, to the more thorough daily instruction. The Rev. J. Harding Fisher, S. J., conducted the Senior Retreat. His serious, lucid and compelling talks cleared away many of the obstacles which by nature bar the way of the college man in the weeks before he receives his degree. ' Twill be long ere we forget the advices of this distinguished member of America ' s editorial staff. It will be long before we can forget his Catholic Gentleman. It will be long before we can forget his definition of a College Man. It will be long before we can forget the valuation which he placed on things worldly. It will be long ere we can forget that we promised to aim at the goal which he pictured for us. I L£:o ' Turr ' O M T eir icE.s iii ' ' T. ALL HAPMLESS I I ij J 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 I i H al _ ways fair wea.ther When good fel.lows ct to _ geth _ er, With a birds of a fea . ther When good fel-lows get to - geth . er, With a stein on stein on the ta _ ble and a good song ring, ing clear) For it ' s the ta _ ble and a heart with - out a care; And it ' s a tempo Tf I t ' r r y r 7- h ' r? ' ' al.ways fair wea.ther ' When good fel.lows gel to geth.er, With a birds of a fea _ ther When good fel . lows get to . geth . er, With a Page one hundred eighty-two Page one hundred eighty-three ' ' Stepping Stokes to -Success ,,;.;is4t: D Ri M .i ' 51 ' C ' i St ' ,o , ' :. %.. c=° ' Excused for Absence ADMIT h r. 1 ' 1 J , ' y ' c . ' ' n Le I Office A DCC TO BOSTON COLLEGE STYLUS, dh S ' Year ' s Subscription from C c to. J t yfy%r. t .. —- CONDITION NOTE t ' -■ttA n ' A i t ' Clasa L rytJ Section 7 to examination in on presentation of this note Countersigned by V« : o Studies. Ch .±. lrp ■ )■- BOSTON COLLEGE reacAerA- -Vvfl - . Received iTom....l.t tSi.. Teacher .ctorStyV ' i Instructor Date jQ?....Dollars in payment of ' ' ° LlZUit.... ' fHfi Page one hundred eighty-six Page one hundred eighty-seven Nobody took the Students Army Training Corps seriously save the Secretary of War and our Top Sergeant. The Saturday Afternoon Tea Club was a War Baby. Its inception was due to the fact that the President thought it would be nicer for the Rah Rah Boys to stay at home and not get their hair mussed up and be all ready to step right out and teach school when the fighters came back from France with their medals and War Brides. That was the idea; and those that were not lucky enough to get into the Army, Navy or Marines had to put up with the S. A. T. C. The outfit on University Heights was not a bad one, as such outfits ran, but there were a few pests, like T. S. ' s and shavetails which suceeded in making some moments dull. Howbeit, it was a great life if one did not weaken. Take, for instance, the sergeant who used to call the roll at taps and go round the barracks with the loot to make sure everybody was under the 0. D. blankets and then, ten minutes later, used to join the crowd on the other side of the Reservoir and hike off to a dance in Louis- burg Square or some less elite neighborhood. Take the fellows who used to fre- quent hotel lobbies and the Common Canteen in officer make-ups — those were the guys. There was one Mess Sergeant who carried a bad name and one caterer who ruined his reputation. And the daily drills were irksome. Yet withal, the fellow who could find no pleasant emotions in his connections with this outfit, whose cup was a bitter one, who could not see the humor of it all, he was a rare bird. Page one hundred ninety 1 LL BF SCRUB BlMG- ftT THt KKKlTCHEN FLOof Goes There ' Luke and the Pup October 16, 1920, Boston College moved its base to New Haven. Everybody aot there somehow and all were well repaid for the trouble. The burly Captain Tim Callahan strode out into the giant arena and shortly limped out of the colossal fiasco, for Roving Jack Heaphy roved all over him. Fitzie kicked high and far while Captain Luke and Comerford got down under like the All-America ends that they are. The line held like the famous glue and opened big holes, also like the glue, and the backs bulged through, just like the victim of the same glue. When the sun sank in the West and the twilight thickened into dusk, B. C. was on top 21 to 13. a 1 FITZIE BACK! The greatest dropkicker the game has known: greater even than I. That is what Charlie Brickley said of Fitz. Fitz started his kicking career in ' 16, licking Holy Cross 17 to 14 in the closing seconds of play. Then came another win over Holy Cross, 34 to 6. After the war, his toe defeated Yale, 5 to 3; Holy Cross 9 to 7; and Georgetown 10 to 7 — all drop kicks by Captain Fitz. In 1920 his toe was the greatest threat that any of our opponents had to contend with. We climbed to the Championship of the East. MODEST LUKE t The most modest man I ever coached, is how Major Cavanaugh described Luke. Luke was captain of the Eastern Cham- pions. He was the MAN on the receiving end, of Fitzie ' s forwards. The most versa- tile end in the country — so named and picked for All-America honors by practically all of the newspaper critics of the country. The pigskin was like a lump of iron ore and Luke ' s fingers like a magnet when Fitzie ' s forwards came hurtling 20, 30, 40 yards through the air to a touchdown. i V EDDlli ' 16, ' 17, ' 19 and ' 20, Eddie ' s work at guard earned for him his letter. With Heaphy at center and Eddie on the flank, the middle of our line was impregnable and teim- ed the greatest line in the countiy by the critics of the game. DAVE Dave was the rangy tackle who battled against Holy Cross, George- town and Yale in ' 19 and ' 20. His specialty was blocking enemy punts, which blocked kicks accounted for many a Boston win. CHIEF Chief was captain and coach of the wartime informals, and he made a whale of a skipper and a corking coach. We licked everything in sight from battalions to dread- naughts. His work in the Bowl was sensational. 3 FITZ AND THE PUP Just like the poet said, the sun was dropping in the West. But the sun was not the only thing that was dropping that crisp afternoon in 1919. The score was 3 to 2 in favor of Yale, by reason of a safety for B. C. and a field goal for Old Eli. It was but sixty seconds from the final whistle and it looked like Yale would win by one point. The Pet Pup yelped as Fritzie responded to Fitzie Back! on Yale ' s 47-yard line. It was a hopeless task for anyone but Fitzie. The ball was booted end over end, rose between the uprights and over the bar and the game ended 5 to 3 — in favor of Fitzie. B m U JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIK« 1 Guggenberger CHAPTER III. 1 ■k With the entrance of the Class of 1921 began the New Era. Boston College foot- ball teams had started to wedge their way into the crack of fame. When we arrived, the Eagle had just come ' out of the egg. Before we departed, his scream was heard the country over. And it was not all due to the fact that our Class had three ' varsity football captains on it, Fitzpatrick, Urban and Morrissey; or because we had Dave Mullen and Eddie Foy on the line — but most of the credit is due to these chaps. Charlie Brickley coached during our first year. Then came the war, and Morrissey captained and coached the informals. We licked Tufts 45 to 0; the Mineola Aviators 12 to 0, and some others that were not so easy nor so important. Holy Cross had no team. The following year, Major Frank Cavanaugh, just back from the front, assumed control. Fitzie was chosen captain. The team captured the Catholic College Championship; licked the Bulldog, as heretofore described; whipped Georgetown 10 to 7 and Holy Cross 9 to 7 — Fitzie ' s boot being responsible in all three in- stances. The beautiful Cardinal O ' Connell trophy found its permanent resting place on the Heights, in consequence. Then came Luke Urban with his Eastern Champions and their clean slate. Yale, Holy Cross, Georgetown, Marietta, and all the rest succumbed — and words are not needed to describe the laurel wreath that graced Captain Luke ' s brow. Page two hundred one Page two hundred two m CAPTAIN URBAN When people out on Univer- sity Heights wanted to kid Luke, they called him Cap- tain Urban. It used to rile him ' cause he was so modest. But Captain Luke he was. He was baseball catcher ex- traordinary during all but his Senior year. Then he was shifted to the infield to bol- ster up the situation and either .at short or third, it made no difference, he made a hangup player. But ' twas as a catcher that Luke earned his medals. Be- hind the bat, he knew, more baseball than Bill Carrigan. His ability to dope opposing big stickers and send them back to the bench was un- canny. Fitz never felt safer nor pitched a better game than when Modest Luke was be- hind the bat. At the bat, himself, Luke batted for .400 plus. He could come through in the pinch like a pair of tweezers. Many ' s the old run Luke drove in when the tally counted for a win. We will be much mis- taken if Luke does not climb under the big tent before many months have circled the calendar. 1 FITZIE Here is the Old Southpaw skipper, himself. Whenever Fitz climbed the mound on a warm day the bleachers settled back with a feeling that B. C. was due to win. In the spring of 1917, Fitz and the other eight men on the team went up to Worcester. Not for 17 years had B. C. licked the Purple on the dia- mond. The betting was 5 to 1 against us and Fitz walked out. a Freshman, to turn the tables. Before the sun had settled in the copyrighted West, Jesse Bur- kett ' s ' baseball stock had slumped 50 points. Rosy Ryan, now with the Giants, was in the box for the Cross and Rosy was as confident as one of the 400. But, as we said. Fitz twirled and the score was 4 to 1. Which is to say, B. C. won. Since then, Vermont, and Vermont again and again, and California and Georgetown and Harvard and Tufts {ad infini- tum), and. a half-hundred oth- ers, have all felt the sting of Fitzie ' s southpaw delivery. I handed bludgeon. The hall usually ash heap out in right field for three bases, DUFFY Another backstop extraor- dinary! Duff could go be- hind the bat with a smile and a chest protector and outguess the coaching talent of the East — Engle, Slattery, Burkett, etc. As a catcher, Duff was a hum- dinger. He had a whip like the fellow who bosses a three- ring circus. The runner who got down to second when Duff was behind the bat — was the umpire on bases — for no one that we ever saw was built with lines fast enough to pull the trick. And at doping the batters, he was in a class with Luke. At the bat, he swung a left- rose like a plane taking off and settled in the u JACK Gallivan was utility infielder during his course. In the field he was a Honus Wagner, but too much midnight oil and chemical lab interfered with his batting. In his last year, he had to give the game up entirely — because of his pre-med lab. Guggenberger CHAPTER IV. st- Baseball has made history on the Heights during the past four years. We claim not t little of the credit; for had we not Captain Fitzpatrick, Captain Urban, Duff O ' Regan, Frank Morrissey, Jack Gallivan and no less than six Ex-men on the various teams? To start off with, Fitzie pitched a 4 to 1 win over Holy Cross one beautiful spring day, back in Freshman, when the smart and sweet Rosy Ryan was in the box for the Cross. Since then, we have played teams as far North as Burlington, as far South as Washington, as far West as California and as far East as Tokio. And were we not so modest, we might say that we licked the representatives of the four points of the compass. Besides, there were numerous intermediary Bronx, Tufts over in Medford n M 9 points, the like of Fordham in the Harvard over in Cambridge, Bates, Colby, Bowdoin, and II. of M. in Maine, West Point on the Hudson, and some more, aye! many more that are on the map no longer, after the beating we gave them. We builded tradition, and ' twas all due to the twirling of men like Fitzie, and catchers like Urban and O ' Regan, and infielders like Gallivan, Urban and Morrissey, and to batters like all of them. Small wonder we won. And yet the wonder is that we did not win always. In the campaign of 1921 Harry Fisher was manager, Fitz was captain, McCarthy and then Gildea, coach. We made history again and something for Old Guggenberger to record. l%1 Will You Ever Forget ± The face Jesse Burkett put on the day Fitzie licked him 4 to 1 and the way that Holv Cross mob felt? Or how good the long green felt at the same game when the odds had been 3 to 1 against us? That second game of the series, on the Heights, which went to 11 innings and then went to Worcester because Art Wholley had put on about 50 pounds too much after his return from the Front? Or the way we used to get Old Jesse ' s goat when we sang Poor Old Jesse ain ' t what he useter be, ain ' t what he useter be? Or the way the crowd of good fellows in back of home plate used to cheer you when you strolled by with your idea of heaven on your arm? The Man in Black who used to adorn the players ' bench? Felix Talbot, Pete McLaughlin and Dan Barry? The way Pete used to holler Stri — i — a — u-k-k-k-k-e-eeer WWWWW-uu-nnnnn! !? The way Felix used to call them wrong? The way Dan was always master of the situation? The way it used to rain every time a good game was scheduled? The way Dempsey used to hook-slide, Lukie used to look at the Ump, Fitz used to take his time on the mound, Morrie used to ride the other team, O ' Regan used to peg them back to the pitcher? Do you still remember how many boys from the Annex used to get in for nothing? And how the kids from Brighton used to climb over the wall? Guggenberger CHAPTER V. After waiting about twenty-five years to see a Hoh Cross relay defeated by Boston College, the feat wa accomplished during our Senior year and in order to make things interesting, Captain Jake Driscoll, Joe Sullivan and Jim CafFrey, and Tom Mclntire raced ahead of the Purple three times. The first victory was accomplished at the Brooklyn College games where our boys tied University of Pennsylvania for first place. Holy Cross finishing third. At the B. A. A. games our sister college was routed again while the Maroon and Gold made the fastest time of the night. Again at the Melrose games in New York, the Eagle soared to victory over Holy Cross and Notre Danie. thus capturing the Catholic College Championship. As a fitting climax for the relay season, the same team, with the exception of Tom Mclntire whose shoes were ably filled by Walter Nolan, raced to victory at the Penn Relay Carnival and in doing so broke the record, clipping 1 1-5 sees, off the old mark. The class of ' 21 may boast of the fact that three members of the track squad are letter men. Swede Sullivan, Eddie Breau and Dave Mullen are the gentlemen. Sully did many things. His titles and records have been enumerated elsewhere. He was principally a rival of Earl Thompson, but he found time enough to run on the relay team which never met defeat. And like the tall, blonde timber-topper, Eddie Breau was a hurdler and won his letter at the Eastern Intercollegiate meet in 1920. At this same meet Dave Mullen upheld the honor of the Class by winning his letter in putting the shot far enough to place. m MANAGER DONAHUE 1 r n ED BREAU Ed is one of 192rs track B men. He is a hurdler, capturing points in dual and intercollegiate meets. He ran on our relay team which defeated Harvard in 1919. JOE FLYNN Member of cross country team. Never a letter man but went out for track more to keep in condition for his oratorical stunts than anything else. Albeit, a crackerjack track m JOE SULLIVAN Joe is Junior National ■440-yard high hurdle cham- pion; Eastern and New Eng- land Intercollegiate 120-yard high hurdle champion: Eastern and New England Intercolle- giate 220-yard low hurdle champion. He is New Eng- land A. A. U. 440-yard high hurdle champion; tied the world ' s record for the 45-yard high hurdles in flat shoes at the Legion Games at the East Armory. He was a member of the championship indoor relay team and also a member of the relay team which shat- tered the record at the Penn Relay Carnival. He holds the University Heights record 120-yard high hurdles and 120-yard and 220-yard low hurdles. V JAKE Captain of th e track team. World ' s record holder for 500 yards. Member of American Olympic team, 1920. He, with Rudd of England, holds the record for the quarter-mile run in England. He has two legs on the Gas- ton and Archbishop Hayes $1,000 trophies. Ke was picked for the All-America track team of 1920 as 600- yard champion. He is a member of the championship relay team and in addition holds half a dozen in- tercollegiate titles. 1 GENE Gene is a cross country man. He never earned a letter, but like Flynn, raced around the track to keep his body as fit as his mind and oratorical tongue. JIMMIE Captain of cross country. One of the best milers on the team. a Guggenberger CHAPTER VI. Boston College vs. Tech, or the Shoe Trades, or any one of half a dozen strong teams meant that the new Boston Arena would be jammed to the window sills. In the winter of 1920, Fred Rocque, profes- sional player of repute, was named coach to succeed Dido Falvey, and what Rocque did not teach his hockey men was not in the book. Two great rinks were thrown up on Alumni Field and kept in fine condition and such teams as New Hampshire State, Mass. Aggies, etc., came down from the frozen North to taste the chill zephyrs of the Heights and the sharp tinge of defeat. At the Arena, the team played Tech and the others and earned the plaudits of Boston fandom. Captain Leo Hughes, Frank Morrissey, Leonard Morrissey, Curry, Ben Healey, Ed Garrity, Ray Duffy, Luke Urban and Joe Haggerty were the stars of the year. Luke made a whale of a goal tend, relieving O ' Brien and Don McClusky whenever necessary. Big Chief Morrissey and his brother Len made up a defence that was on a par with the Shoe Trades or B. A. A. — which is to say, they were much stronger than any of the Canadian outfits which came down to Boston. Hughes, Healey, Curry and Garrity made up a speedy and nervy forward line that startled Tech to the delight of the fans. Harvard stayed in its shell and never engaged the B. C. septet. All in all, 1920 was a successful hockey year. In 1919, Frank Morrissey captained another successful team. MANAGER MCINERNEY 1 Guggenberger CHAPTER VII. Basketball, during the past four years, has been as successful as football. To Coach- Captain Luke Urban and Captain Jerry Mahoney goes the greater glory. Luke not only coached, but when fortune favored not, he appeared on the soft pine floor in a set of short pants to show his lads how it is done. CAPTAIN MAHONEY MANAGER KIRBY Captain Jerry was the Omar of the car- avan. He not only tabulated or made many baskets, but wherever the game lay, made hosts of nice friends. Then there was Jim Fitzpatrick and Fiddle Morley and Hickey and Murphy and the rest. But above all, there was Manager Jack Kirby, who saw to it that the boys fed well, travelled well and looked presentable. A list of this year ' s victories will suffice to show the character of the play during our course. Like Mrs. Mullanaphy ' s cake, there was prunes and nuts and raisins, but here goes: Rhode Island, St. Michael ' s, Rhode Island, again, Y. M. C. A., Lowell Textile, Portland A. A., Bates, U. of Maine, — but not Holy Cross. The Purple licked us twice — we have to give them a win in something. !!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifC i u CAV. The greatest coach in the counlry, if not in the history of the game. — The leading spoiling editors and fellow coaches of the U.S. A martyr to the game of football — a self- sacrificing coach. — Graduate Manager Rey- nolds. A He-Man. — The Class of 1921. Sportdoni has had coaches and coaches, but never the like of Cav before. He coached at Dartmouth and was so good that Harvard dropped the Big Green from its schedule. Fact is, Cav ' s hobby is upsetting consistently developed schedules. Harvard and B. C. severed relations shortly after Cav assumed control on the Heights, be- cause Harvard looked into the crystal and saw what was coming. Yale waited too long. ' Cav ' s boys walloped the Blue on two successive occasions before Old Eli thought of the old standby consistently developed schedule. This coach of ours, whom Luke and Fitz would go to Hades for, is more than a football coach and that explains his success and the respect in which the men of the East hold him. He is a Dartmouth man, a lawyer by profession, a gentleman and scholar, an orator, second only to Demosthenes, and a fighting Major in the United States Army. No wonder he turned out winning teams. Boston College owes him much — and Boston College knows it. God bless you, Cav; may your years be plentiful and many. B m COACH TOM McCarthy Here was one of the old-time old major league ball players. He batted at the top of the league during his younger days and he stayed right up at the top when he came out to coach our team in 1920. In 1921 he came back again, but the Brooklyn Dodgers want- ed him and paid him more money and we let him go. COACH FRED ROCQUE Came to us as Hockey Coach from Dart- mouth and went to Dartmouth from Yale. He was the most popular and perhaps the best hockey coach in the East. His team record is proof enough of this last. He picked up the reins where Falvey had dropped them and the wonders that he per- formed with the men in his charge were some- thing to marvel at. GRADUATE MANAGER FRANCIS A. REYNOLDS, ' 16 In the fall of 1919 sports on the Heights were dropping from the plane to which Char- lie Brickley had raised them and we were threatened with the same disaster that befell Tults. President Devlin phoned Frank Reynolds of the Class of 1916, a worker who had in his undergraduate days offered many con- structive criticisms on the B. C. Athletic De- partment. We were laboring along without a football coach when Reynolds assumed control at a salary that was less than nominal. His first act was to engage Major Frank W. Cavan- augh, former Dartmouth coach, just returned from France, as football coach. What Cav did with our football team is history. He turned out an Eastern Championship eleven, twice defeating Yale, Holy Cro ss and George- town, among otheis. The football season ended. Reynolds hired Jack Ryder, B. A. A. coach and trainer for almost a score of years, a coach without an equal. Ryder turned out Jake Driscoll, Joe Sullivan, etc The team under Jack, during 1919, captured the East- ern Iiitercollegiate: and won the Penn Relay. In 1920 and ' 21 his relay team was never defeated, whipping Holy Cross three times, shattering the record at the Penn Relay Carnival; licking the Harvard relay team by 100 yards at the City of Boston games, etc. His other accomplishments are recorded elsewhere. This same Graduate Manager hired Coach Fred Rocque for hockey and Coach Tom McCarthy for baseball. Undoubtedly, Francis A. Reynolds has done more for the furtherance of Boston College sports than any one man has ever done or will be able to do in manv, many years. He gave us Eastern Champions in football, a championship relay team, good hockey and baseball teams. mi M i SOME OF THEM Here are a few of the trophies which came to Boston College during our four years. There is one there which is the Archbishop Hayes $1,000 trophy; and an- other which is the Colonel Gaston trophy, both resulting from Jake Driscoll ' s marvelous running. There is another there which accrued to us as a result of thrice, consecutively, whipping the Purple in football— the result, mainly, of Fitzie ' s toe— the gift of Cardinal O ' Connell— the cup— not the toe. And the others — the Eastern Championship Football cup, the Intercollegiate Track cup, etc., all bespeak the power of the lads on the Heights. 3 Senior Athletics f Really, now, one page is not at all large enough in which to recount our successes on the field of sport. ' Tis well known, for instance, that we are the champions of the campus in foot- ball. View on the following page the photo of our remarkable team. See at center, the blushing Hugh O ' Regan — he comes from my town and used to sit in back of me. And on his left see Jack Kirby, whose father used to be a dispenser of alcoholic drinks in the days B. P. Jack is also a blusher. On O ' Regan ' s right is Mike Fay. Now, Mike was never an amateur, he played on Cavanaugh ' s squad, but .we managed to have an amateur card signed for him. The Rooney twins, Jim and Len, are in the tackles. Both men are great boys. On the right end is Jere Mahoney, our versatile athlete, great at throwing the basketball and the bull. On the other end is Handsome Jack Gallivan, who is just as good-looking as he was a football player. In the sweat shirt is John Kennedy, fullback. If you got a rear view of him, you would see how full his back is. On his right is Tom Ryder, a very clever half-back, not so heavy as Kennedy. And on his left is Bill Dowling. He is in the picture because he comes from Southie and everybody in Southie is a fighter. Last but not least, is little Tom O ' Lalor. Tom was solely responsible for the champion- ship — which, by the way — comes by way of our defeating the Juniors in one game. Coyle is the guy leaning up against the post. He has no right in the picture at all. I would have been on the other post, but I didn ' t know they were taking the picture. Tom O ' Connor should have been in the group — he had his togs on, but he was the photographer. We are some bunch. To New Haven or Any Other Place in a Bathtub f Do you want to travel ? Do you want to see the world? Do you want to see a football, baseball or other game? Travel via the air line or in a bath tub. Now, here is how one fellow and about 129 of his Senior friends whom I know, personally, pulled the stunt, or stunts, as you will. The fellows who went to New Haven in a bath tub did it in thus wise: Outside the campus is Commonwealth Avenue and the sun shines there as else- where and autos and trucks by the hundred fly past. New Haven-bound. This fellow stopped a truck and climbed over the tail-board and landed in a porcelain bath tub in process of transportation — he nestled comfortably and awoke in New Haven. Another fellow hired five Northway trucks, charged $6 per round trip ticket and netted $2 on each ticket. His profit margin was large and he placed his profits on the game at 2 to 1 odds, he taking the shortend. Fine ! Lots of others went down in borrowed touring cars. Some more walked. Others went by boat. One fellow paid his fare. And so the story goes. But the greatest way was by the air line — which is the euphonius term for auto- bumraing. VITAL QUESTIONS OF THE HOUR ' ? WHY is it that Mike O ' Dowd never answers in an oral recitation? WHY does Ralph Monks always use a bag to transport his books? WHO is Luke Urban ' s barber? WHERE are Irv Gregory ' s spats? WHO is Frank Winch ' s boxing instructor? WHEN will Joe Sullivan recover from his playful habits? HOW is John Ambrose the center of attraction — for every kind of missle? WHEN will Friend Furlong rate a condition — slip? WHERE, WHEN, WHY will Joe Fox decline to enter an argument? HOW much time does Jim MuUoy consume in acquiring that wave? WHEN will Ed Cusick become embarrassed? WHAT is Eddie Foy ' s favorite breakfast food? WHERE does Joe Pate buy his ties ? Page two hundred twenty-three MOet Bui.L ! — M0STQuUL!!!(TriL5ERlB£$) MRS. MARTHA MOORE AVERY VICE-PRESIDENT MRS. VINCENT P. ROBERTS PRESIDENT MRS. EDWIN A. SHUMAN The Philomatheia Club There are many phases of Collegiate life which will linger long in our memories, cherished by all who enjoyed them, and mellowed by the softening influences of the growing years, while life and the daily turmoil turn our attentions elsewhere. Far away in the golden mist of our youth, there will stand out in bold relief, those who befriended our cause and gave many salutary thoughts to brighten our moments of relaxation; those who, under the banner of Philomatheia, worked for our comfort and distinction. Under the skilfull guidance of the queen of the fairy godmothers, Mrs. Vincent P. Roberts, they arranged a Winter Carnival during the Christmas holidays, for which a special snow storm was imported: and the large number of joyful partici- pants superabundantly justified their efforts. Once again, the magic wand was waved, and the annual Philomatheia Ball became a glittering, exquisite reality, where music, beauty and grace, contributed its utmost for the pleasure of the class of ' 21. As grateful recipients of these bounties, they are firmly marked in our recollec- tions; and always shall it be a high pleasure to regard the benevolent efforts and de- lectable activities of our true auxiliaries and patronesses, the Philomatheia Club. Officers: President, Mrs. Vincent P. Roberts; Vice Presidents, Mrs. Martha Moore Avery, Mrs. Michael J. McCarthy: Recording Secretary, Mrs. Denis H. Mahony; Cor- responding Secretary, Mrs. John P. Feeney; Board of Directors, Mrs. John F. Berri- gan, Mrs. Joseph V. Kiley, Mrs. Peter W. Collins, Mrs. Daniel J. McCarthy, Mrs. James A. Furfey, Mrs. Thomas F. Reynolds, Mrs. Frederick L. Hayward, Mrs. Thomas F. Troy; Spiritual Director and Treasurer, Rev. D. J. Lynch, S. J. f William Bigley, ' 22 John A. Tobin, S. J. Fred Mockler PRESIDENT DIRECTOR MANAGER Musical Clubs Boston College musical clubs, under the direction of the Rev. John A. Toljin, S. J., made history during 1920-1921. Early in the Fall of 1920, Mr. Tobin obtained Professor George Lowell Tracy as instructor — a decided departure from precedent — whose long experience on the London stage with the Gilbert Sullivan operas fitted him admirably for the duties which he assumed on the Heights. The Band consisted of thirty-two pieces, six only of which were veterans. This meant intensive training and tremendous sacrifice of time; but the way this same band performed at the football games proved conclusively that the sacrifice went not for naught. Then the real work of finishing off the band for the concert season began in earnest. To the success of its efforts the public will testify. The Glee Club was weeded down to thirty voices and did as much to advertise and boom Boston College as did the Eastern Championship football team. Twenty-five concerts were tendered during the season. Bill Bigley was appointed director and was a successful leader. Ed McGreenery assisted at the piano. Con Curry, Louis Tracy and Rene Gingras were the soloists. The Orchestra, under the direction of Walter Mayo, fur- nished the music for the College plays and debates and in addition rendered upwards of twenty-five concerts. The Jordan Hall concert on February 7 proved conclusively what B. C. can do musically; and in appreciation of this mammoth effort literally scores of applications for private concerts were received by Mr. Fred Mockler, manager. Walter L. Mayo, ' 23 Officers 3 Reverend John A. Tobin, S. J., Director Prof. George Lowell Tracy, Instructor William L. Bicley, ' 22, President, Conductor Glee Club Frank J. Flynn, ' 22, Vice President, Leader Band Frederick L. Mockler, ' 21, Manager Walter L. Mayo, ' 23, Conductor of Orchestra Edmund J. McGreenery, ' 22, Accompanist Martin H. McInerney, ' 21, Assistant Manager Henry J. Smith, ' 22, Librarian {Band) Joseph A. Turnbull, Assistant Librarian (Glee Club) B M SUGGESTIVE (PARTIAL) LIST OF ENGAGEMENT Nov. 9. 8 p. m. -Home Night. College Hall. Nov. 22. 8 p. m.- — Somerville Ladies ' Catholic Club Dec. 28. 8 p. m.- —Winter Carnival, College Hall. Jan. 12. 8 p. m.- -Roslindale D. of I. Jan. 16. 8 p. m.- -Quincy B. C. Club. Feb. 4. 8 p. m. — Reading K. of C. Feb. 7. 8 p. ni. — Annual Concert, Jordan Hall. Feb. 20. 3 p. m. — Fourth Degree K. of C. Mar. 6. 3 p. m.- —Cambridge Elks. Mar. 13. 8 p. m.- —Dorchester Foresters. Mar. 17. 8 p. m.- — Waltham B. C. Club. Mar. 18. 8 p. m.- —Fulton Debate. Mar. 20. 5 p. m.- —Cambridge A. 0. H. 49. April 11. 5 p. ni. — Drive meeting, Copley-Plaza. April 13. 8 p. m. —Arlington Catholic Club. April 15. 8 p. m. —Wakefield B. C. Club. April 17. 8 p. m. — Dorchester K. of C. April 18. 8 p. m.- —Chelsea B. C. Club. April 22. 8 p. m. — Somerville, St. Catherine ' s Club. April 24. 3 p. m.- —State Prison, Charlestown. April 29. 8 p. m.- —Oratorical Contest. May 1. 8 p. m. — Symphony Hall. m The Stylus, oldest of Boston College publications, aye! it might almost be said without fear of dispute, oldest of Boston College activities, rose to the acme of per- fection and the excelsior of fame during the four years ending with June, 1921. And all because of the Senior Class? No — But there was Mr. Jack Clifford, who first, as Business Manager in his Junior year, put the magazine on a profit paying basis, and then as Senior introduced the modern editorial and the ultra-modern Apud Poetas. And then there was Mr. Tom Bunyon of Senior, who during his course was either Advertising Manager in toto or per partes. He it was who increased the ad department in proportion with the merit the copy. Then there was Mr. Tom Reynolds, the spring poet, who used to rave about the ssionate daisy. And there was Mr. Tom Foynes, who was an O ' Henry of greater or less ability up to the time that he was made editor of this book. He used to write nice short stories that were often readable. And there were others; but they only contributed now and then. The Literary Stylus sure did live up to and surpass tradition. The Class of 1921 leaves little room for improvement, save that improvement take the form of better essays, more probable and finely executed short stories, less spring poetry and a Cosmopolitan cover. a u 3 The Heights was founded in the fall of 1919 by popular vote of the upper class- men of Boston College and at the suggestion of members of the Stylus staff. An editorial board of six was elected by popular vote of the Classes of 1920 and 1921. As a result of the election, Thomas N. Foynes, William F. Fitzgerald and Francis J. DeCelles, all of the Class of ' 21, were voted into office. It was the work of these three men, Foynes, as editorial writer, Fitzgerald, as Touchstone, and DeCelles, as general news writer, that The Heights first earned the popular approval which is its in full measure today. Late in the fall, John D. Ring, ' 20, was appointed Editor. Under his regime the paper flourished. John B. Donahue, ' 21, succeeded Ring as editor for the college year of 1920- ' 21. The paper grew from four pages to eight and the staff from the original six to fifteen. The Heights has been an institution which has fostered college spirit, moulded opinion, guarded the students ' rights, and fulfilled its purpose as a newspaper. It played a worthy part in the Building Fund Drive, offering its pages to the committee in charge of publicity. It is a member of the Intercollegiate Newspaper League and sent representatives to the league convention at Columbia University in the spring of 1921. The staff prepared a very attractive twelve-page issue for Commencement Week and closed its year of publication with a surplus in the treasury and a greatly increased subscription list. Its success during this past year is due in no small way to Editoi Donahue and his assistants, James E. Donahue and Charles McCabe of ' 21. Hail, warriors of the stately stand, Come, of thy verbal combats tell ; How when the foemen, glibly grand, Before thy fluent buffets fell. Come tell of battles waged alone. With fickle memory ' s sharpened scythe, Oft flashing near to catch the tone That faltering marks the time to die. Tell, too, of Victory ' s ruddied flush, When from the ramparts ' smoking height. Thy skilfull mind in timely rush, Regained the Standards of the fight. Then come, fair knights of winged words, Reveal the art which palsies swords. Francis L. Ford, ' 23 Page two hundred thirty-seven Fulton Debating Society ± The Fulton Society can blame Senator Hoke Smith of Georgia and Judge Towner of Iowa for the renewed activity taken in debating during the past year. The aforesaid gentlemen sponsored the Smith-Towner bill, which was explained and exposed by the lecturers of the debating society. Four teams engaged in this work : I. H. J. W. Sullivan, F. J. DeCelles, E. J. Sullivan. II. A. T. Joyce, F. E. Magennis, H. E. Foley. III. J. J. Consodine, J. F. Carey, C. A. Tucker. IV. E. P. Breau, H. S. Fisher, T. A. Mclnerny. These men addressed audiences throughout New England, public forums, women ' s clubs. Knights of Columbus gatherings, public meetings, and carried their opposition to the bill ' not only at Beacon Hill but on to Washington. Several members of the class of 1921 distinguished themselves during their colle- giate career. In 1918, Francis J. DeCelles won the Oratorical Contest, which was repeated in 1920 by H. J. W. Sullivan, and in 1921 by Morgan T. Ryan. In 1919 Eugene J. Sullivan set the pace by winning the Marquette goW medal in the annual prize debate. The intra-mural activities of the Fulton closed ofBcially with the Annual Fulton Prize Debate with Messrs. E. J. Sullivan, F. J. DeCelles, H. J. W. Sullivan, and H. E. Foley contesting spiritedly for the high honor. H. E. Foley, class of 1922, was awarded the medal. Page two hundred thirty-eight Fulton Prize Debaters, 1921 seated — francis j. decelles, henry e. foley, harold j. w. sullivan standing — eugene j. sullivan Page two hundred thirty-nine FIRST TERM OFFICERS DeCELLES, FOX, SULLIVAN (PRESIDENT), CLIFFORD, BREAU SECOND TERM OFFICERS CUSICK, SULLIVAN, FLYNN (PRESIDENT), FOLEY, FOX Page two hundred forty-one Dramatic Society Our four years on the Heights marks a period replete with departures from tradi- tion. To prove this true of the Dramatic Society, recall the annual out-of-door Shakespearian Pageant, the production of modern comedies and dramas, and the use of great public playhouses. Dramatics at Boston College has become a major activity. To the Rey. William E. Murphy, S. J., moderator, we bestow the credit. Chief among those seniors who have been associated with him are Ryan and Pate. The famous Joe served as Business Manager during two years, as well as playing in Helping Father, Comedy of Errors, A Night Off, and As You Like It. Morgan, well-known as a reader, played in the same productions and many more and, we dare say, without offering offense to Joe, with greater success as an interpreter. Besides these most famous thespians, there were others — Harry Fisher, Joe Doyle, Len and Jim Rooney, Harold Sullivan, Bill Fitz, Ed Cusick, etc. The production of Henry IV. in Boston College High School Hall in December of 1917 was the beginning of our success. Ryan was the Prince of Wales, Pate and Mulloy were likewise princes, Doyle was Northumberland, and Sullivan, Hotspur, not to speak of Fitzgerald as Vernon, Ed Cusick as Blunt, and Jim Donahue as Peto. Next came Fr. Murphy ' s own play, Helping Father, — a tremendous hit — with the usual cast, selected from the Class of ' 21, performing. And so it goes. Always we made a hit; always we improved; always Joe Pate was a good business manager. Page two hundred forty-two Page two hundred forty-three Page two hundred forty-four Alumni I ' ciilidius. I do return these talents Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help I deriv ' d liberty. Tiiiion. O, by no means, Honest Ventidius; you mistake my love; I gave it freely ever; and there ' s none Can truly say, he gives if he receives. — Tiiiwii of Alliens. The speech of Ventidius is the sentiment, epitomized, of the Alumni toward Alma Mater; a sentiment which the graduates have galvanized into action on so many occasions. And Boston College, not to be outdone in gratitude by her children, cherishes the responsive sentiment which finds its cordial expression in the noble words of Timon. It has been said that gratitude is justly due only for things unbought. And the Alumni, mindful, as they have proven themselves to be of the priceless blessings and benefits which Alma Mater has bestowed upon them with bounteous hand, never miss an opportunity to reciprocate by word and deed, by pen and purse, and above all by such contributions to the welfare of society as can be made only by men who are soundly and roundly trained according to the highest standards of true education. However gratified Alma Mater may be when her children sing her praise, revisit her halls, procure students, or donate funds to enlarge the field of her influence, it is a source of greater pride and satisfaction to her to behold her sons at the altar, in the forum, in the mart, in the school, in the hospital, in the councils of the govern- ment, rendering devoted service to humanity; for thus are the fruits of her labors made visible to all the world, thus are her fond ideals realized. In like manner, as Alma Mater generously exults in these triumphs for which she labors to prepare her offspring, so do her alumni glory in the spectacle of her material progress as indicated by her magnificent temples and equipment and in the extension of her spiritual and intellectual dominion over succeeding generations of young men eager to qualify for membership in that army which Alma Mater from year to year rallies to the standard. Religioni et Bonis Artibus. Page two hundred forty-five Alumni Officers James A. Coveney, Vice President, like the President, has found a field for his versatile talent in the advertising business, after estab- lishing a reputation at B. C. as an actor, singer and Fulton prize debater. Besides caring for the New York interests of a Boston newspaper he is guide, philosopher and friend to the B. C. Alumni who are obliged to live in New York. Like so many other prosperous New Yorkers, he lives on Long Island. William D. Nugent, President, who in his col- lege days found some time for athletics, dramatics and debating, began his career by advertising and has not as yet wholly re- covered from the habit, although he ceased some years ago to handle the advertising for a large Boston daily paper. He now guards the treasury of a prosperous business concern in Na- tick, where he resides. Edward A. McLaughlin, the younger of that name on the alumni roster and on the list of Suffolk County lawyers, is keeping his hand in by serving as Sec- retary. Mr. McLaughlin has obtained some valuable advertising without en- gaging in that business. He ansv ' ered his country ' s call to arms and retired from service with the rank of lieutenant. The alumni looks to him in his capacity as secretary to demonstrate that the pen is mightier than the sword. 1863 Boston College 1913 Alumni Song For The Golden Jubilee 1. Hail! Al - ma Ma - ter! Thy praise we sing. 2. Hail! Al - ma Ma - ter! Lo! on the height Pond - ly thy mem - ' ries round our heart stiU cling. Proud - ly thy towers are rais - ed for the Right. Guide of our youth thro ' thee we shall pre - vail! God is Thtj Mas - ter, His Law thy sole a - vail! Page two hundred forty-seven FRANCIS D. CRONIN, SECRETARY October 1919 The Boston College Alumni voted to open quarters on University Heights in order to maintain closer communication with the Front Line — and in October, 1919, it was SOME Front Line, as was shortly demonstrated by our New Haven, Holy Cross and Georgetown campaigns. An office in St. Mary ' s Hall was opened and Mr. Francis D. Cronin was installed as permanent Alumni Secretary, also to serve as Secretary to the President of Boston College. Secretary Cronin ' s first task was to revise and complete in so far as was possible the Alumni roster. With men scattered to the four points of the compass during upwards of half a century, the enormity of Mr. Cronin ' s job will be appreciated. To this day, the work has not been completed; yet the wonder is that the persistent Secretary has done so well. The distinguished, far-seeing and generous Alumni could not have forseen the assistance which their Secretary has rendered to Fr. Rector. It is not commonly known, for instance, that during the weeks of the Building Fund Campaign, the President turned much of his personal work back on Mr. Cronin ' s shoulders while he busied himself in the whirlwind campaign for funds; nor is it known how well Mr. Cronin fulfilled his office. Now, who is this Secretary? In August, 1918, Colonel Parks, U. S. A., came to University Heights with Ser- geant-Major Cronin to recruit and organize a Boston College Students ' Army Train- ing Corps. Sergeant Cronin was the man behind the guns. When the war ended and his duties were completed, his capabilities were established in the minds of all Boston College inen. His appointment by the Alumni followed as a natural con- sequence. He was born in Roxbury, January 17, 1898, was graduated from the Ames Grammar and Dedham High Schools, is a member of Dedham Council, K. of C, Dedham Post, American Legion, is a corking good fellow and a brilliant secre- tary. Page two hundred forty-eight Page two hundred forty-nine FOR BOSTON For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain! For Boston, for Boston, ' Tis Wisdom ' s earthly fane. For here men are men and their hearts are true. And the towers on the Heights reach to Heaven ' s own blue, For Boston, for Boston, Till the echoes ring again. For Boston, for Boston, Thy glory is our own! For Boston, for Boston, ' Tis here that Truth is known, And ever with the Right shall Thy sons be found Till time shall be no more and Thy work is crown ' d ! For Boston, for Boston, for Thee and Thine alone! THE TEAM (Air: Love Nest) Chorus — Just a foot ball — oval and brown — Just a foot ball — oval and brown — Just a backfield, brainy, brawny, trained down fine — Just a solid wall of courage — that ' s our line ! Just a touchdown — ' nother one, too, Just a safety — Holy Cross blue — Just a Cavanaugh and Moose to show them how — Here ' s to you. Boys! You are champions now! FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD AND NEW YORK (Air: Carolina Sun) Chorus: — Boston College I am lonesome, Boston College I am blue, Boston College I am pining for a sight of you! Makes no diff ' rence where I wander Any place I chance to roam, Ev ' ry time the team licks Holy Cross, Then I think of home. THE FOOT BALL BLUES (Air: The Alcoholic Blues) Holy Cross Cantat: Chorus, — Fve got the Blues, Fve got the Blues, Fve got the darned old Foot Ball Blues. No more pull, and no more bull ; Goodbye dropkick — I used to make ' em all sick. So long touchdown — so long win ! Please tell me when you ' re coming back agin! Fve got the Blues, Fve got the Blues, All I can do now is lose — Cleo— Cleo— War is WELL— Foot Ball — 0, I hate to tell. But 0, Fve got the darned old Foot Ball Blues. Some Blues. Page two hundred fifty Page two hundred fifty-one Boston College Clubs Man is a social being; the desire to mingle with his fellows and communicate his joys and tribulations, is a heritage not to be deprecated or scorned. We, of the Col- lege, possess like tendencies, and the instinctive inclination to band together for a common cause or mutual endeavor is a strong reality within our classic walls. Hence, it is, that to gratify this social craving by a reasonable and legitimate satia- tion, we have our College Clubs and organizations. Fraternities are distinctly non gratis at Boston College, because in the truest sense of the word, all B. C. men are brothers. They have no need of secret cliques, with the ideals of a few seeking prevalence over the ideals of the majority, with sel- fishness as an incentive, while class distinction becomes a crowning glory. The Catholic educators, long ago perceiving the inherent evils of the college fra- ternity, wisely prohibited them. The result at the Heights is that we have none; but are allowed to form Boston College Clubs, and in great profusion. All ends can be achieved without secrecy, and these clubs, although distinct in their executive participation, have the same object in view; namely, the distribution of Boston College principles and ideals throughout the country. As a day college, with students coming from a radius of forty-five miles, these diverse organizations serve to weld B. C. men in each section into a stronger friend- ship. They help the community by giving it a body of truly educated men with an instilled respect for lawful authority. The goal is rapidly being achieved, and the clubs are growing yearly by leaps and bounds. Today we have twenty-five B. C. Clubs. Cambridge holds the distinction of organizing the oldest of such clubs. At pres- ent, the idea has spread, so that besides these local clubs, we have many clubs formed in different cities throughout the entire country, and last year a B. C. Club of China was formed, which is the farthest step taken in this system for collegiate loyalty, and a fitting climax for these few years ' development. Page two hundred fifty-twQ WALTER A. CREMEN WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM PRESIDENT GEORGE DOWD SECRETARY Boston College Club of Somerville In the fall of 1916 the undergraduates of Boston College, making their homes in Somerville, founded the Boston College Club of Somerville. The Rev. Albert Mullen, an alumnus, was the originator of the idea. At that time the Cambridge Club was the only Boston College Club in existence. The need of a similar club in Somerville was felt, and it might be said that the activities of the Somerville Club have eclipsed the splendor of the old Cambridge Club. Fr. Mullen was elected spiritual director, officers were installed and the organi- zation began to function. The membership, limited strictly to Boston College Alumni and undergraduates, numbered about fifty men; today the Club boasts fifty Alumni and thirty-eight undergraduates, many of whom are prominent on athletic teams, dramatic teams, debating teams and college publications. The Club is governed by undergraduate officers and an Alumni advisory com- mittee. A grand ball is held every year on Easter Tuesday evening in the Somer- ville Knights of Columbus building. This affair, recognized as the leading Catholic social event of the season in Somerville, always results in a substantial gift to Bos- ton College. The Club enjoys an enviable position among the Catholic and non-Catholic or- ganizations of Somerville. If for no other reason, the numbers of young men whom this Club has sent to Boston College, justifies its existence and proves it to be a Boston College Booster. Page two hundred fifty-three JOHN J. CLIFFORD PRESIDENT Boston College Club of Newton t The Boston College Club of Newton was founded in December of 1919. William T. O ' Halloran, ' 20, was unanimously chosen first president. Augustine Horgan, ' 20, was elected vice-president; and John J. Clifford, ' 21, secretary -treasurer. The first social function of the Club was staged in the Newton Catholic Club quarters at the height of the winter social season, January, 1920. At the close of the Club ' s first year of existence it had established itself well-up in the ranks of B. C. Clubs, had a sizeable bank balance and a greatly increased membership. In 1921, John J. Clifford was chosen president, succeeding Mr. O ' Halloran. Chester Prior, ' 22, was named vice president, and Joseph Meredith, ' 22, was elected secretary-treasurer. Under Mr. Clifford ' s management, the Club held its annual festival on the Col- lege Campus. This event rivalled the Philomatheia Winter Carnival in magnificence and success. At the close of the school year of 1921, the Club muster sounded the names of sixty members of the Alumni, twenty-five undergraduates and an uncounted host of ex-men. Page two hundred fifty-four THOMAS N. FOYNES MARTIN HENRY MCINERNEY Brighton-Allston Boston College Club The Boston College Club of Brighton-Allston was founded by popular clamor of the Alumni, undergraduates and ex-men of the Brighton-Allston district of Boston in the fall of 1919. Its charter membership, exclusive of Boston College men in St. John ' s Ecclesiastical Seminary which lies within the district, was 126. Nestling, as it does, in the very shadow of the Towers, the Brighton-Allston Club needed no artificial stimulus. Its members not only flock to all Boston College sport functions, en masse, but these members have so thoroughly worked up the Boston College spirit among the townsfolks of Brighton-Allston that it is no uncommon occurrence to find as many as 1000 B. C. supporters from Brighton-Allston in at- tendance at our football and baseball games. Even the kids of the District, before the canvas fence was thrown up, used to flock to the Heights on a Saturday afternoon by the hundred. The Club ' s first social event was a victory dance tendered to the members of the Tufts and Boston College baseball teams after the Medford game in 1920. Since then there has been no end of entertainment offered by this Club. The most significant proof of what the Club is doing for the boosting of B. C. is found in the undergraduate enrollment at the present time. No fewer than eight Club members will be graduated with the Class of 1921, and no less than forty men are enrolled in the three lower classes. Brighton-Allston is booming Boston College. Page two hundred fifty-five Status Questionis (Staid Queries) WHY has Friend Mclnerney such an ineradicable hatred of all that pertains to the terpischorean art? DOES Fred Mockler really dislike music? HAS John O ' Brien ever heard of the peaceful hamlet of Abington? DOES Ed O ' Connor use a micrometer gauge to measure the path to his hair? WHO inspired Tom Reynolds to object? IS Science to blame for Friend Saponaro ' s curious and professionally inquisitive nature? WHERE did the Quinlan brothers learn the teamwork which they delight to dem- onstrate for the edification of the class? DOES Con Curry refrain from wearing a vest because of his musical lung ex- pansion? WAS Jack Kirby as embarrassed as he appeared at the Emmanuel Tea? WHY does Paul Burke smile significantly if anyone says to him: Is that so ? DID Tom Burns ever play a round of golf; v atch a ball game or estimate a bat- ter ' s average? HOW many books of deep literature does John Donovan read every week? WHY IS IT THAT Mike Fitzpatrick is such a decided favorite among the rest- less sex? WHY does Gordon Irons hide his light under a bushel? WHAT is Jim Shea ' s favorite indoor sport? WHAT kind of medicine does Frank Morrissey take to keep from a phvsical breakdown? HOW many business magazines does Arthur McCarthy subscribe to? IS Ambrose Crowley interested in the tra ins of the B. A. ? WHO is John McGrath ' s cousin? WHY does Link Lynch always agree with everyone? HOW is the sociable Mr. — alias Lester — Hughes addicted to profanity and fre- quent bursts of temper? WHEN did Friend Grogan worry last? WHERE DID Mike Brennan learn his sage assertions? WHY HAS Eddie Breau such an undying affection for the penny? WHO does dainty Tom O ' Connor admit to be his physical superior? WHEN WILL Herb Cleary annoy us by his constant chatter? WHAT is Jack Clifford ' s favorite machine? WHERE does J. B. get his humor? WHEN WILL Ray McCarthy cease to discuss biological aspects of the streto- cocci? Page two hundred fifty-six B. C FLAG SONG Marcia Con Spirito J- CHUKUS J. CAREY MARTIN, ' 21 Maruun is lor heartt lliHt are loyal Whose de - vo -lion is B Cs stands four-square for Right. Fight,fight then, Men, all ye men from the Heights, And be proud, uv-er proud, to un - fold That flag sub - Unit, your flag and Page two hundred fifty-seven Tkg KiA h ' iynse. Page two hundred fifty-eight uYTjpin stirrm- Yqu knouj tk yn See tKe Ipip ? Page two hundred fifty-nine Breau, Edward Paul, 12 Haskell Street, North Cambridge. Brennan, Michael Francis, 15 Woodbridge Street, North Cambridge. Bunyon, Thomas Joseph, 1 Cleveland Street, Cambridge. Burke, Paul Martin, 128 Liberty Street, Rockland. Burns, John Joseph, 16 Grant Street, Cambridge. Burns, Thomas Joseph, South Hamilton, Mass. Callanan, Leo Joseph, 71 Stanley Street, Dorchester. Callen, Linus Manning, 76 Franklin Street, AUston. Carroll, John Joseph, 11 Edmands Street, Somerville. Clear ' , George Herbert, 118 Bennington Street, East Boston. Clifford, John Joseph, 945 Walnut Street, Newton Highlands. Connors, Frank Patrick, 20 St. Charles Street, Boston. Costello, Daniel Joseph. 6 Summer Street, Lawrence. Cox, James A. G., 153 River Street, West Newton. Coyle, Charles Aloysius, 66 Salem Street, Lawrence. Cremen, Walter Ambrose, 69 Oxford Street, Somerville. Crowley, Ambrose Edmond, 45 Vernon Street, Brookline. Culhane, William Edward, 31 Everett Street, Cambridge. Cummings, Francis Hughes, 26 Lexington Avenue, Haverhill. Cunningham, WilHam Joseph, 35 Beacon Street, Somerville. Cusick, Edward Francis, 89 Radcliffe Street, Dorchester. Cusick, William Henry Jr., 89 Radcliffe Street, Dorchester. DeCelles, Francis Joseph, -46 Ware Street. Somer -ille. Dempsey, William Arthur, i Iain Street, Hopkinton. Donahue, John Bartholomew, 66 Sutherland Road, Arlington. Donahue, James Evans, 10 Poplar Street, Roslindale. Donovan, James Patrick, 25a Maverick Street, East Boston. Donovan, John Francis, Weston. Donovan, Michael Francis Jr., 191 Farnham Street, Lawrence. Dowling, William Francis, 157 West Ninth Street, South Boston. Doyle, Joseph James, 348 Belmont Street, Watertown. Drohan, Edward William, 85 Nelson Street, Winchester, Dumas, John Francis, 21 i Ioulton St., Lynn. Fallon, Herbert, 711 Washington Street, Ouincy. Fay, Michael Joseph, 107 Browne Street, Brookline. Finnegan, Michael Joseph, 43 Gale Street, Maiden. Fisher Henry Charles, 243 Norfolk Street, Dorchester. Fitzgerald, William Francis Jr., 21 Regent Circle, Brookline. Fitzpatrick, James Joseph, 69 Lindsey Avenue, Meriden, Conn. Fitzpatrick, Michael Anthony, 266 Point Street, Providence, R. I. Flynn, Cornelius Maurice, 73 Clarkston Street, Dorchester. Flynn, John Ambrose, 19 Parkton Road, Jamaica Plain. Flynn, Joseph Aloysius, 75 Marcella Street, Roxbury. Flynn, Joseph Patrick, 9 Pembroke Avenue, Providence, R. I. Ford, Everett Joseph, 348 Huntington Avenue, Hyde Park. Ford. Henry Leo, 44 Shannon Street, Brighton. Fox, Joseph Peter, 243 Bussev Street, Dedham. Foy, Robert Edward, Jr., 13 Eliot Street, Quincy. Foynes, Thomas Nixon, 163 Union Street, Brighton. Furlong. Walter Joseph, 17 Summer Street, Newburyport. Gallagher, Edward Daniel, 17 Ocean Street, Dorchester. GalHvan, John Joseph. 23 Central Street, South Braintree. Gannon, John Thomas, 510 Broad Street, East Weymouth. Gilbert, Francis Asaph, 72 Inman Street, Cambridge. Glennon, James George, 16 St. Rose Street, Jamaica Plain. Gregory, Irving Francis, 24 Glendon Street, East Boston. Griffin, Stephen Joseph, 57 Huron Avenue, Cambridge. Grogan, Lawrence Augustine, 67 Maple Avenue, North Andover. Healey, John Joseph. 83 Temple Street, Lowell. Healy, Joseph Francis X., 688 Massachusetts Avenue, Boston. Higgins, John Henry, Fay Avenue, Perkins Park, Peabody. Page two hundred sixty Hughes, William Lester. 33 G Street, South Bostort. Irons, Gordon Frederick, 82 Green Street, Charlestown. Kelley, Vincent John, 24i Cabot Street, Lseverly. Kennedy, John Walter, 14 Lexington Street, i awrence. Kinsella, Herbert John, 10 Kingsdale Street, Dorchester. Kirby, John Josepn, 8S G Street, South Boston. Linehan, Mark Edward, North Easton, Mass. Lynch, Lincoln David, 153 H-.Kchange Street, Rockland. RlacGrath, John Henry Vincent, 96 G Street, South boston. Mahoney, Jeremiah William, 60 Oak Street, Boston. Mainey, illiam Anthony, 220 Regent btreet, Providence, R. I. Martin, James Carey, 87 Middle Street, Gloucester. McCabe, Charles Joseph, 131 Josephine Avenue, Somerville. McCaffrey, Francis Joseph, 52 Mulberry Street, Providence, R. I. iMcCarthy, Arthur trancis, 30 Parker btreet, Charlestown. , McCarthy, Raymond Anthony, 25 Townsend Street, Waltham. McDonald, David Henry, 11 W ' alnut Street, Salem. McGrath, Bernard Harrison, 91 Liberty Street, Rockland. McGrath, John Joseph. 7 Belmore Terrace, Jamaica Plain. Mclnerney, Martin Henry, 8 Hunnewell Avenue, Brighton. Mockier, Frederick Leo, 89 Congress Avenue, Chelsea. Monks, Ralph Satoli, 201 Copeland Street, Campello. Morrissey, Francis Joseph, 44 Marshall Street, Medford. Mullen, David Francis, 131 Concord Street, Framingham. Mulloy, James John, 16 Judson Street, Roxbury. Murray, George Francis, 256 Broadway, Taunton. Murray, Thomas Christopher, 181 Vernon Street, Wakefield. O ' Brien, Francis Patrick, 35 Flora Street, Brookline. O ' Brien, James Francis, 138 Robbins Street, Waltham. O ' Brien, John Robert, 152 Walnut Street, Abington. ■,0 ' Connor, Edward James, 12 iSIt. Pleasant Street, Woburn. O ' Connor, Thomas Arthur, 39 Milton Avenue, Dorchester. O ' Dowd, James Edmund, 158 Hillside Street, Roxbury. O ' Lalor, Thomas Edward, 11 Murdock Street, Somerville. O ' Neil, Eugene Joseph, 46 Francis Street, Roxbury. O ' Regan, Hugh Henry, 87 Easton Street, Brighton. Pate, Joseph David, 893 Broadway, West Somerville. Powers, John Thomas, 123 Cross Street, Lowell. Prendergast, Edward Francis, 23 Saxton Street, Dorchester. Quinlan, Edward Gerard, 228 North Main Street, Reading. Quinlan, Francis Sylvester, 228 Main Street, Reading. Reardon, George Andrew, 9 Plain Street, North Abington. Reynolds, Thomas Francis, 54 Ballard Street, Newton Center. Ronan, Edmund Joseph, 33 Merrill Street, Lowell. Rooney, James Ignatius, 20 Pond Street, Waltham. Rooney, Leonard Joseph, 112 School Street, Waltham. Russo. Mark Francis, 47a North Margin Street, Boston. Ryder, John Thomas, 58 Edison Green, Dorchester. Salmon, Thomas Aloysius, Southboro, Mass. Saponaro, Philip Peter, 51 Coleman Street, Dorchester. Shea, Edmund Anthony, 10 Ray Street, Roxbury. Shea, lames William, 2 Thwing Street, Roxburv. Sheehan, Alfred Collins, 2 Madison Street, Natick. Smith, Edward Leo, 132 Hudson Street, Somer ' ille. Sullivan, Eugene Joseph, 43 Melvin Street, Wakefield. Sullivan, Harold James Wadsworth, 20 Taft Street, Dorchester. Sullivan, John Joseph, 45 Saunders Street, Allston. Sullivan. John Joseph, 55 Sargent Avenue, Somerville. Sullivan, Thomas Edward, 122 Tribow Street, Brockton. Urban, Louis John, 232 Bowen Street, Fall River. Walsh, John Dennis, St. William ' s Rectory, Dorchester. Winch, Francis Eugene, 59 North Avenue, Natick. Page two hundred sixty-one Telephone Fort Hill 2370 Donovan and Sullivan Engraving Company 235-237 CONGRESS STREET PROPRIETORS Universal Color Plate Co. Three and Four Color Process Plates 465-471 ATLANTIC AVENUE Boston, Mass. Engravers and Plate Makers for Sub Turri 1921 Page two hundred sixty-two America ' s Foremost Flower House ESTABLISH ED 1847 gM- 0 ; F LOWERS 3 outers BOS 1 ON and NEW YORK 1 Park Street 561 5th Ave. and at 799 Boylston St. 46th Street CORRESPONDENTS THROUGHOUT THE WORLD Page two hundred sixty-four Status Questionis (Cont. ) (Staid Queries ) DID Biir Denipsey enjoy himself at the Philomatheia Ball? WHAT happened to Jim Donahue ' s travelling bag? DOES Harry Fisher ever obtain an opportunity to witness a baseball game? DID John Burns ever see a boxing match? DID Leo Callahan ever hear of a musical instrument called a cornet? DOES Jim Cox enjoy the Toonerville Trolley which transports him to Lake Street? WHY has Brighton such an attraction lor Friend Callen? COULD John Gallivan find his way out to Braintree? DOES biology hold any fears for Vin Kelley? IS it true that Steve Griffin personally conducted an analysis of some question- able liquid known as home-brew ? WHY is Bill Culhane so fond of Cambridge? IS Mark Russo any relation to the famous translator of Scholastic Philosophy? WHEN did Tom O ' Laior become a follower of the giddy whirl? DOES Bill Cunningham enjoy the social question? IS Walter Cremen going to reform the movies ? WHICH would John Gannon prefer, a goal from the floor or a perfect recitation? DOES Connie Murray like to play ball as well as boosting Peabody? WHO is the better defender of Lowell, Ed Ronan or John Powers? WHAT kind of a camera took J. H. V. MacGrath ' s pictures? WILL the Editor ever recover? HOW will we get our first million? WHERE do we go from here? WHO GETS THE A. B. ' S? IS Tom Foynes engaged to Lady Nicotine? WHAT IS Morgan Ryan ' s favorite story? HOW did Jim Glennon obtain a dray and horses for the drive pa rade? DOES Ed Gallagher find those rubber-tire glasses of great assistance in playing basketball ? WHY is Providence McCaffrey so earnest in his defense of the poor downtrod- den capitalist? WHY is Joe Doyle called the country cousin ? WHY is Mike Fay inclined to demolish all near furniture when he happens to get into a little friendly argument? WHAT especial advantages does the chap discover in a seat near the door, especially after 9:30 A. M.? WHAT form of hair treatment does genial Dave Costello use? DOES the Junior Class appreciate George Reardon ' s football ability? HOW does Everett Ford resemble Marconi? WHERE is Duffy O ' Regan ' s voice during Ethics? WHEN is Doc Walsh without an overcoat? where; does Dave McDonald obtain recreation? WHAT is Duke Pendergast ' s height in feet and inches? IS Jim Rooney ' s voice real or artificial ? WHAT is the connection between Gene Sullivan and Wakefield? WHAT is the other main product of Southboro besides sausages? WHY DOES the Juvenile Speculator always address prospective creditors with a cheerful old top ? Page two hundred sixty-five m nmncR tMMSjgrmi fnmrn s attli Mtssps ' Urartng ppax ?l 1 Page two hundred sixty-six 4n oil fict . Charlie Pagj two hundred sixty-seven Our Experience is worth something to us and it ought to be worth as much or more to you. Suppose you try it on that next piece of printing you get out? 152 Purchase Street, Boston Phone Main 3551 At Hotel Vendome Commonwealth Ave., at Dartmouth St. There are unusual accommodations for banquets, dinners, luncheons, receptions, and dances — for all social functions requir- ing correct appointments and perfect service. The Manager will be pleased to submit menus, offer suggestions and make final arrangements, by telephone, correspond- ence or personal interview. C. H. Greenleaf Co., Proprietors Everett B. Rich, Managing Director Franklin K. Pierce, Associate Manager Maginnis Walsh ARCHITECTS 100 BOYLSTON ST., BOSTON, MASS. I t Dress Clothes I FOR HIRE i DRESS SUITS, TUXEDO SUITS, PRINCE ALBERTS, CUTAWAYS, BLACK SACK SUITS DRESS OVERCOATS, DRESS SHOES, SILK HATS, FULL DRESS ACCESSORIES. Everything the latest READ (Sl white I I 111 SUMMER STREET BOSTON Page two hundred sixty-eight Status Questionis (Cont. ) (Staid Queries! WHO IS THE Brighton politician? WHY is Jim O ' Brien so eager to defend watches in general and especially the watchful city of Waltham? WHOM DID THE photographer accuse of making every motion dramatic? WHO said: To live in Rhode Island is providential ? WHAT is Genial Chuck Coyle ' s favorite beverage? HOW does Bill Cusick occupy his time after classes? WHY is Friend Dumas ' home called an aquarium? WHERE does Frank David Belasco Connors spend his spare time? WHAT ARE THE COLORS ON Tom Bunyan ' s straw hat band? WHO WON the beautiful rubber razor for his skill in checkers in competition with a large field of Seniors? WHY is Jerry Mahoney so popular in Astronomy? WHO IS OUR EXPERT ON TANNING AS expounded in the town of Peabody? WHY DOES Tom Rvder always refer to your personal capacity if you attempt to refute his arguments? WHO is Bill Dowling ' s favorite professor? HOW did Ed Drohan obtain his complexion? HOW does Mike Donovan feel to be Sergeant-at-arms? WHAT methods does Jim Donovan use to procure ads for the various College publications? WHY DOES Herb Fallon persist in accompanying that fragile resident of Quincy to and from the Heights? WHY have the authorities at Yale expressed no public desire for the erection of a monument commemorating the exemplary skill of Jimmie Fitzpatrick ' s left toe? WHY does Bill Mainey enjoy the society of a soda fountain? WHY DOES George Murray call it Tanton ? IS Brockton as far from Boston College as Tom Sullivan claims? WHAT is Joe Healy ' s favorite brand of chewing gum? WHY does Bernie McGrath always rush anxiously away from his seat at the end of each period? Remember the Old Ladies ' Sodality? Dijur eva hea this wun? ' Twas spring time in Texas or ' Twas midnight on the Island or Where were you last night or Gee, kid, you ' re lookin ' tough or She wasn ' t so worse or Hey, givvus a butt or Gad, two hours of ethics today or Charlie McCabe and Lynch give the proverbial razz or Bill Cusick shut up or Joe Fox keep still or Joe Healey tell a nice story? -Ml right, boys. Look over your notes — gonna give you a little test — see if you are keeping up with your work. Now, if the Sociable Mr. Breau — where is Mr. Breau — ah! therya are — will get us some more pages we will pass out the objections. Keep quiet, down there! My word, what a class of youngsters! You ' ll never learn anything! A. B.!! Bachelor of Arts!!! ' A Beat ' — that ' s what it stands for. See, now, there goes the Old Ladies Sodality! McCabe! Stop that nonsense, I never saw the likes of you. 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Publishers and Booksellers CATHOLIC CHURCH GOODS RELIGIOUS ARTICLES, SANCTUARY OIL, WAX CANDLES AND VESPER LIGHTS 62 AND 64 ESSEX STREETS BOSTON, MASS. Charles Logue Building Co. Builders and General Contractors ESTIMATES FURNISHED ON ALL KINDS OF BUILDING Room 405, 18 Tremont Street Boston, Mass. COMPLIMENTS OF w . J. c assi d y 160 HARRISON AVE. BOSTON 922 BROADWAY SOUTH BOSTON Teleph one: Beach 51486 CHARLES E. WELLINGTON Caterer CATERER AT 433 MARKET STREET BOSTON COLLEGE LUNCH UNIVERSITY HEIGHTS BRIGHTON Page two hundred seventy-two CONEY ISLAND HOT DOGS! A. Rider — Sav. Jerry, what would you term a bird who thinks he knows every- thing? Jerry — A professor — and no question about it! Business — English Professor — My dear fellow, define an advertisement. Bright Eyes — An advertisement is the picture of a pretty girl, eating, wearing, holding, or driving something that somebody wants to sell. Bill Fitz — If the Dean does not take back what he said to me this morning, I ' m going to quit school. Joe Sympathy — What did he say? B. F. — He told me to leave. This is one of the Mahoney-Irish stories: Pat — How would you get down off an elephant? Mike — Sure, Pat, you don ' t get down off an elephant, you get it off a duck. Gentlemen, gentlemen!! My dear young fellows. ' floffee and a ham! Come on, Frank! Aw, whatdya say! Come on, be a regular vhite man. Hey, Charlie, givvus a cup of coffee and a ham, willya? Seeya tonight. Say, Old Tops, let ' s have a dime, will you? Page two hundred seventy-three IS U p-town rent means a big saving to you Smith Brothers Established 1865 THE BIG UPTOWN HOME FURNISHERS 1211-1223 WASHINGTON STREET, Enjoy a comfortable home in an easy way I Fine Stationery High Grade Engraving DEDICATION, JUBILEE ORDINATION, INVITATION MENUS, VISITING CARDS STUDENTS ' SUPPLIES LOOSE LEAF NOTE BOOKS AND PUNCHED SHEETS CTATIONERS 57-61 FRANKLIN STREET . 1 . 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George J.Patter on Rt. Rev. MsGR.Mi ' -HAEL J. Splain Rt. Rev. Msgr. John B. Peterson Very Rev William D evlin. S. J. OFFICERS ofADVISORY COMMITTEE, Page two hundred eighty-five Matthew F. Sheehan Company NEW ENGLAND ' S LEADING CHURCH GOODS HOUSE 17-19 BEACH STREET, BOSTON, MASS. POLLYANNA 32 BENNINGTON ST., EAST BOSTON PURE CANDIES PURE CREAMS Made Fresh Every Day Telephone 54965 Beach ...WARE., Theatrical Costumes 732 WASHINGTON STREET BOSTON, MASS. Compliments of R. C. KIRBY EAST BOSTON Telephone connection f Frederick A. Magrath UNDERTAKER 64 MERIDEN ST. EAST BOSTON Telephone East Boston 792-M Andrew Verdesca Fine Groceries and Provisions 60 MAVERICK STREET EAST BOSTON, MASS. Page two hundred eighty-six THE STUDENTS ' CHAPEL THE magnificent Students ' Chapel, to be erected between the present Recitation Building and St. Mary ' s Hall, is vitally needed as a result of the consistent growth of Boston College. Under the present plans for the expansion of the college the students ' chapel will be the second in the group of buildings to be constructed as a result of the campaign. At present it is necessary to assemble the students at frequent intervals at the Immaculate Conception Church, many miles distant from the Eleights, for proper religious instruction. This magnificent building- will stand as a lasting testimonial to the untiring efl: ' orts of the Jesuit Fathers in fostering the growth of Christian Higher education. Page two hundred eighty-seven Eliminate Waste of Water and Repair Bills BY USING Royal Flush Valves CANNOT BE HELD OPEN TO WASTE WATER. REDUCES WATER BILLS AT LEAST $5.00 PER YEAR PER CLOSET. REQUIRES NO REGULATING. A MOVEMENT OF THE HANDLE IN ANY DIRECTION OPERATES SAME. SIMPLE IN CONSTRUCTION AND CAN BE EASILY REPAIRED. HIGHEST GRADE OF MATERIAL AND WORKMANSHIP. GUARANTEED FOR FIVE YEARS MADE IN A VARIETY OF STYLES Write for list of installations to E. F. BUTLER CO. PEARL STREET BOSTON, MASS. Page two hundred eighty-eight THE SCIENCE HALL THE above architect ' s drawing shows the Science Hall, the first in the group of four buildings, that will be erected as a result of the Two Million Dollar Building Campaign for Boston College. The first floor plans call for class rooms, lecture rooms, reference library and geological museum. The physics laboratory and lecture rooms will be located on the second floor. The third floor will be used entirely for chemical research. The scientific equipment at Boston College is valued at over $100,000 and with the additional equipment contem- plated it will be one of the most complete in the country. The architecture of the Science Hall conforms with the collegiate Gothic of the buildings already constructed and those to be built in the near future. The building is considered a model for its purpose. Page two hundred eighty-nine 19 p v COMPLIMENTS OF The Boston College Club OF CHARLESTOWN COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Page two hundred ninety THE GYMNASIUM TIILETICS have always played an important role in the - college life at University Heights. With the wonderful record achieved by Boston College during the past season in all classes of athletics it is fitting that the expansion program hiclude a modern gymnasium. The plans for the building include an auditorium with balconies having a seating capacity of 1,500. Here many of the collegiate meets will be held in the future. The gymnasium will be located on the first floor level together with the director ' s, coaches ' and other athletic oflices. A dirt track will be one of the features of the proposed gym- nasium. A trophy room, to be known as Memorial Hall, dedi- cated to the sons of Boston College who gave up their lives in the World War will be located on the second floor. The swim- ming pool, showers and locker rooms are planned for the base- ment. With the erection of the gymnasium a new era will be introduced into the athletic activities of Boston College. Page two hundred ninetv-one COMPLIMENTS OF BERNARD MALONE CS npral Qlontrartnr Corey Road and Washington Street BROOKLINE i - B Page two hundred ninety-two THE LIBRARY IT is a well known fact that the library of any college indicates to some degree the scholastic standard of the institution. The library building to be constructed as a result of the building- campaign is designed to cost $400,000. The proposed library will contain approximately 200,000 volumes and will be open to students and faculty and to the public with restrictions. The buildings will also house reference rooms and study halls. The well lighted reading- and reference rooms will afiford a quiet study for the students. The building itself will be one of the most imposing of the group to be constructed as a result of the Building- Campaign. two hundred ninetv-three We Invite Comparison of the COLLEGE ANNUALS produced by The HEFFERNAN PRESS with those of other concerns. . If quahty counts then we ought to do your next annual. Look ' em over. THE HEFFERNAN PRESS 16 MECHANIC STREET SPENCER, MASSACHUSETTS Printers of the SUB TURRI and many other fine college publications.  £[ 00 3000 Page two hundred ninety-four I BOSTON. TUESDAY EVENING. MAY 17. 1921  ]6. C. FUND FUND DRIVE TOTAL IS REA CiSGOi $2,138,679 WITH RETURNS NOT A LL IN Great Applause as tie Goal 0[ $2,000,0iJiiiissel _ of C. ' council, 52360: Brookll |;pOO: DlBt. Atty. Joser ti«r. -tzooo; Col. p. h. ( ValladoIW council of Ly ■RiibBcrlitiona of JIOOC , Carney ybbona Co., Mayoi ' Shea of Peabody; Erne rooklini Jl rph Conlpanj WHH: The Boalon College building fu drive, at 1:30 this afternoon, over the top. with a margin of i of $138,000. The grand total at that houi $2,138,000, and, as Pfes Nugent Associat was 5HII going Btron ISS.OOO .Mr Nugeoi Hall today, read off the individual contributli received since yesterday, that total last night was $1,950,000. 1. ing ?50.000 to be provided for lodai The Goal Is Passed After he had been reading foi i. he paused to announce that but )0 more were needed to go over top. He paused, and for a minute ;o the diners gazed about, expect- some one among them to fill in gap, ut Mr Nugent filled it In and over ly stating that St John ' s. Peabody, con-trlbuted $8000 additional. he pandemonium broke looso, led St. John ' s Seminary Contributes Sum of Page two hundred ninety-five Page two hundred ninety-six