a W jfc William Cardinal O ' Connell three Page four Page five REV. CHARLES W. LYONS, S. J. PROFESSOR TO SENIOR IN PSYCHOLOGY, NATURAL THEOLOGY, AND HISTORY OF PHILOSOPHY REV. I. J. CORRIGAN, S. J. HEAD OF DEPARTMENT OF ETHICS PROFESSOR TO SENIOR INJSOCIALJETHICS EVIDENCES OF RELIGION AND JURISPRUDENCE Page eight ditbriai Staff Editor-in-Chief — Thomas G. Eccles Assistant Editors Francis L. Ford P. Harold Collins William L. McNulty Managing Editor — Joseph G. Crane Business Manager — Edward J. Davis Advertising Manager — Benedict T. Daly Sporting Editor — Gerald F. Coughlin Photo Editors Thomas J. Cannon William J. Dolan William B. Duffy Poetry Editor — Myles T. McSwEENEY Society Editor — Richard J. Donovan Art Editor — Robert J. Brawley, ' 20 Alumni Editor — Louis M. Tracy Associate Editors Owen A. Gallagher Alfred J. Bedard Mathew P. Butler Joseph C. Delaney Clarence W. Crayton Edward C. Dullea Edward F. Mulligan Charles D. Povah Edmund V. Elston NORBETT H. MdNNIS Laurence J. McCarthy John J. Lyons Joseph D. McCarthy George F. Olesen Thomas M. Lane John D. Roche Bernard F. Loftus T. Edmund Garrity Page nine Class Poem 3 Dedication 5 Gratitude (Poem) 11 Alma Mater (Poem) 13 To the Faculty (Poem) 14 Class History 24 Friendship (Poem) 31 Foreword 34 Individuals 35 Ex- ' 23 155 To a Friend (Poem) 163 Classes 164 Religious 170 Athletics 175 Society 208 Organizations 216 Vale (Poem) 238 Gratitude (dedicated to our parents) Ours is the song of the heart That has lived and loved and yearned; Ours are the eyes of youth That have seen your toil and burned. For love can never leave lips In words from the heart ' s pure flow; And lips can never tell love That is smouldering deep below. Our eyes have welled at the task Of speaking with thankful light; And tears have spoken instead The grain of our gratitude ' s might. The years have mounted your deeds While we mutely pondered and sighed; Too weak to shoulder our lives, Too strong to thank in our pride. Then list to the song of a heart That has known your labor and learned; Nor wonder our song is so still Till the internal incense is burned. Francis L. Ford, ' 23. As the dewy shades of even Gather o ' er the balmy air. Page twelve ALMA MATER The helpless eaglet, in its lofty nest, Devours the fleshy food its mother brings, And waxes stronger with each passing test Until the first faint flutter of its wings ; Then practice, and the pinions softly soar, And soon they cleave the blue in fearless flight : So Alma Mater feeds with potent lore Her timid tyros on the hallowed height. Their growing - strength her nurturing care bespeaks; With spreading ' wings her valiant sons soon rise Above Homeric cliffs and Vergil ' s peaks Through realms ethereal to Reason ' s skies ; And with the guiding light of Truth to shine Victoriously gain the golden goal divine. Joseph D. McCarthy, ' 23. TO THE FACULTY You came to us as Hope From out the dawn ; All freshly-faced in cassocks, With each morn. And there were smiles and prayers Upon your lips, As soft you slipped among us ; Silk-sailed ships. The silent sweetness, know we, Of your ways ; Your love of God and Man And cross-burned days. Then keep our memory fresh Within your soul; As we turn worldward, lonely, Toward our goal. Francis L. Ford, ' 23. aCrnss Page fifteen Page sixteen Page seventeen eighteen REV. JAMES F. MELLYN, S. J. TREASURER REV. LEO A. DORE, S. J. REV. JOHN S. KEATING, S. J. REV. RICHARD A. O BRIEN, S. J REV. FREDERICK W. BOEHM, S. J. Page twenty REV. DANIEL P. CROWLEY, S. J. JOHN A. TOBIN, S. J. JOSEPH P. KELLEY, S. J. Page twenty-one REV. CLARENCE S. SHAFFREY, S. J. REV. THOMAS A. BECKER, S. J. REV. JOHN E. MCQUADE, S. J. REV . WILLIAM E. MURPHY, S. J. Page twenty-two THOMAS F. NOLAN, A. B. HAROLD R. FAGAN, A. B., M. S. JOSEPH B. MEIGS, B. S., M. S. FRANCIS H. MCMAHON, A. B., M. A. Page twenty-three Retrospect FRESHMAN In the Fall of 1919 our Class entered Boston College in the role of Freshmen. The college generation following that event has included the four greatest years in the history of Alma Mater, — years of astonishing achievement and bold ini- tiation in the multifarious fields of collegiate endeavor. We came to a pro- vincial Boston College and we leave an Alma Mater nationally known and re- spected. We have witnessed the Great Metamorphosis in the life of dear old B. C. Modesty forbids us drawing the inference that specifically from our arrival resulted this spectacular rise of the Maroon and Gold, — we merely present the fact. Genial Joe Comber from the little hamlet of Lawrence was chosen President of the Class. No less a personage than Al Lashway, himself, in person was elected Vice-President; William Cadogan, Secretary; William H. Daly, since departed from the Class, Treasurer, (Bill did not depart with the funds, be it said ) ; and Jack Lyons was chosen to represent the Class in the A. A. When Major Frank Cavanaugh signed a contract to coach the B. C. football team, the first great advance was made in athletics. How great a step forward it would prove to be, the most delirious B. C. optimist had not dreamed even in his wildest moments. The story of that season is history, — a glorious story which you will not fail to recall. Yale, in looking for some peaceful games that Fall to lead up to the alleged big games, had picked out as a prospec- tive victim the then unhatched Eagle. It was a story-book game, with Jimmy Fitzpatrick kicking a 47-yard drop-kick in the last two minutes of play. Score, B. C— 5; Yale— 3. That game was the opening wedge. Fitzie ' s toe spelled doom to Holy Cross in the great 9 to 7 game of that year. It was our third successive victory over the Purple and it gave us permanent possession of the Cardinal O ' Connell Trophy. We played Georgetown that season for the first time and again the kicking prowess of Fitzpatrick asserted itself, even in the mud and rain, and the Maroon and Gold was triumphant over the Blue and Grey 10 to 7. That our Class was responsible in no small way for these victories is shown by our representation on the team. The Heights, college weekly, now such a vital factor in the life of the col- lege, came into being during the week following the Holy Cross game. The subsequent improvement in the standard of this sheet is due more to the efforts of the men of ' 23 than of any other class. ' Member the Bosco Column? Early in 1920 the announcement was made that B. C. was going to expand along scientific lines. Plans were made to build a Science Building, but later they evolved into the great drive of which more hereafter. In the forum or the agora we were represented by the two Joes, Comber and Crane, who appeared in the Marquette Prize Debate. Page twenty-four As Thespians several members of our class trod the boards in the college play. Owen A. Gallagher, Walter A. Comerford, Henry F. McKenna, Jr., George Olesen and William J. O ' Connell were in the play from ' 23. Coach Jack Ryder, a man loved by all who know him, took our runners in charge during 1919-20. Since that time Boston College has climbed higher and higher in the track world. Jack is a maker of runners. He does his great work on raw material. Men who never put on a track shoe before are his specialty. Under his tutelage Jake Driscoll broke the world ' s record for the indoor 500-yard run in 1920; our relay team won their class championship at the Penn Relays, with Billie Nolan, ' 23, competing; and the Eastern Intercollegiate championship was won at Springfield by a lone point. SOPHOMORE Second round; Frs. Keating, Becker, McGarvey, McQuade vs. Class of Twenty- Three; fight to finish. In Frosh we received our baptism of fire in the form of Analytic, otherwise known as the Sower of Death. While we were yet in the throes of said bap- tism, lurid descriptions of what awaited us were poured plentifully into our tired ears. Several baptisms of blood were ahead, it seemed. However we applied a little philosophy in observing that if the then upper classmen had survived the ordeal, it had no terrors for us. Into the maelstrom we plunged. The scholastic year of 1920-21 was unquestionably the very .greatest in the annals of old B. C. We were firmly established in athletic supremacy by the mythical eleven lead of Lukie Urban. The feats performed by that team have never been rivalled, to our knowledge, by an exclusively day college in the history of American Intercollegiate competition. Ever since that time B. C. has maintained that supremacy unthreatened and promises to do so for some time to come. Who does not remember the Odyssey of B. C. to New Haven? Personally we went in an overcrowded motor truck which made the journey in about fifteen hours. We patronized all the hot dog emporia and Waldorf Lunch rooms. Sleep was out of the question going down; and coming back it was raining. If you came back by train you may forget the rain, but if you came back over the road you won ' t forget it. But the joy of victory made the price light. In the middle of the football season, Father Rector announced that a Building Fund Drive would be made in the Spring. The objective was $2,000,000 for the erection of a chapel, library, gym and science building. By the enthusi- astic cooperation of Alumni, Philomatheia and Student Body together with that of a host of friends of Boston College throughout New England the Drive went over the top, the biggest cash drive ever held in this section of the country, not excepting the Liberty Loan campaign. We had a pyrotechnical class election in Soph. Several het-up speeches were made and the final returns showed Owen Ambrose Gallagher, president; Edward C. Dullea, vice-president; Jeremiah O ' Brien, secretary; Francis Hickey, treasurer; and Cecil McGoldrick A. A. representative. Page twenty-five The class was well represented in the Marquette Debating Society. Joseph Comber served as president during the first term and Gaynor Wellings did the honors during the second term. Will you ever forget the banquet at which Fred Mandile presided and the introduction he made when presenting ex-Mayor James M. Curley? Or Olesen ' s imitation of Mandile? The prize debate was won that year by Joseph G. Crane, Class of Twenty-three. Jack Ryder ' s runners won the Eastern Intercollegiate Championship again this year, breaking five records in doing so and finishing seventeen points ahead of the runner-up, none other than Holy Cross. One of these record breaking performances was made by our own Billie Nolan in the running broad jump. JUNIOR There is only one word in the English language which fitly describes the Class of Twenty-three as it re-assembled to begin Junior year and that word is depleted. The rigors of Sophomore had taken their wonted toll, it is true, but we lost many men by transfer to St. John ' s Seminary. Owen A. Gallagher was re-elected to the presidency of the class. Joseph A. Comber was elected vice-president; Myles T. McSweeney, secretary: and Walter Dimmock, treasurer. Jack Heaphy was unanimously elected to represent the Class in the Student A. A. Junior year was made memorable by the visit of Marshal Ferdinand Foch, Generalissimo of the allied armies in the World War. Feted by the entire na- tion and hurried from one consequential function to another, the great soldier, graduate of a Jesuit college, found time to visit the Heights and address the students. He was accorded a heart-warming reception and received a thundering ovation from the students. It was Rene Gingras of the Class of Twenty-three who on this occasion ad- dressed Foch in his native tongue in the name of the student body. We had a football team depleted by graduation that year. Tony Comerford, ' 23, captained the team which had rather a hectic season. Cav was beginning to build for another year. Further than that we will say no more. Blot the night- mare from your memories. To give the academic side of the year the cold respect of a passing glance, it is memorable for the philosophy in overalls made famous by the beloved Fr. Boehm, by Fr. McCluskey ' s philosophy in Shakespearian quotations, and Fr. Crowley ' s philosophy in copious notes. The daily portion of comedy was pro- vided by the Physics Class, tragedy being provided for by the oral exams. Many of the boys were on the inside of a taxi, looking out for the first time, when the Junior Prom took place. But if history has it aright, the boys didn ' t waste much time looking out. Argumentatively, the year was a great success. The Senior-Junior debate showed the greatest class up in great style. The Junior team was composed of Ownie Gallagher, Joe Crane, and George Olesen, who imparted his informa- tion to an eager audience in his usual secretive style. But the Seniors with all their Ethics had to swallow the bitter dust of defeat. The Class innovated the Junior Day at the second Fordham game. It was undoubtedly due in large measure to the efforts of such entertainers as Cec McGoldrick that we defeated the Bronx collegians that memorable day. No history of Junior year is complete without mentioning the work of Owen Gallagher, president of the class, and the only representative in the oratorical contest. Owen showed that one Junior was more than equal to six Seniors of the class of ' 22 and one Soph, Class of ' 24, thus proving that though all men are created equal, they don ' t stay that way very long. SENIOR The men elected to lead the class through Senior year were: Joseph A. Comber, president; Thomas J. Cannon, vice-president; Louis M. Treacy, secretary, and Walter B. Dimmock, treasurer. Cecil McGoldrick was elected to represent the class in the Student A. A. It is customary to say that these men were elected to steer the good ship ' 23, but the aforesaid couldn ' t steer a ship to save their immortal souls. Father Corrigan thinks our class is the best he ever had in General Ethics. The class also thinks Fr. Corrigan is the best professor we ever had in General Ethics. Fr. Corrigan admits that the reason underlying this state of affairs is that he is getting better every year. The class was also fortunate in having the instruction of that rare man, Fr. Lyons, in Psychology and Natural Theology. Contact with his personality was an education in itself. Those class meetings! For a hodge-podge of parliamentary entanglements, they are certainly unparalleled in the history of mankind. A premium will be awarded to the person who can tell us just how many times we were forced to listen to the words, I think — . The list of perennial wranglers included Wild-eyed McSweeney, Meticulous Joe Crane, Ed Now Fellows Mulligan, The Rambling Rose, Pete Monahan; and Ed Davis, he of the thoughtful mien, and meaningless phraseology. The smooth-working Joe Comber with his oily diction was often called upon to calm the troubled waters. The football season was highly successful, culminating as it did with a trample on Holy Cross. No doubt the management of the infantile Jerry Coughlin was greatly responsible for this happy denouement, as was also the consistently su- perior play of Big Moose Comerford and Jack Herpicide Heaphy, all- America correspondent for the Boston Post. The hockey season was also an unqualified success, the consensus of opinion among the sport writers being that B. C. had the college hockey championship team. The big colleges prudently passed up the golden opportunity to take a beating from the little, light team from the Heights, led by Handsome Ed Garrity, Class of Twenty-Three and all-America salesman for the Pictorial Re- view. Len Morrissey ' s work as defence man beside Garrity was superb through- out the year and worthy of the highest traditions of the noble tribe of Morrissey. The Sub Turri was the pivotal work of the Class in Senior. It was also the chief high bone of contention, the contention being between Thomas Eccles and the sons of rest who didn ' t come through with their assignments on time. Tom couldn ' t lose. He ' d have to do it himself if he did. He often did. Stop that! There are a lot of things to write about in Senior Year but unfortunately they do not occur in time to get into the Sub Turri before it goes to press. There ' s Page twenty-seven the Minstrel Show and the Fulton Prize Debate and the baseball season which promised to be so successful under the courageous leadership of Never Say Die Mullowney. We could also say a lot of nice things about Capt. Bill ie Nolan and his runners. All those things are to be found in the sporting department. Now that our eyes grow misty, while Dad ' s pocketbook becomes lighter day by day, our college years are over, and we realize that Twenty-Three, the grand old class, will soon leave the Heights forever. But sad though the Vale, still it is with good cheer that we carry on. A final toast, then, Buddies, to one an- other. Wherever it may be, whatever noble deeds it may be doing, may there ever be health, wealth, and happiness for the Class of Twenty-three. J. G. C, G. F. C. Page twenty-eight Page twenty-nine C f r % m ; £ ,% j ' J + • Page thirty To the Jesuits As Pere Marquette launched forth his slender bark Against the perils of his flowing course, To brave the sun that scorched its burning mark, To dare all dangers with unflinching force; So have his brothers ventured in all climes, With art and science on the craft that ' s borne Against the worldly currents of all times, Undaunted by the searing sun of scorn; With holy virtue ' s stoutest oars to speed, With truth the sturdy rudder that will guide, They sailed the sea of life with fearless creed To reach the Blessed Port for which they vied. The holy band, that bears the Savior ' s name Disdaining earthly ' plause, seeks heavenly fame. Joseph D. McCarthy, ' 23. Page thirty-two ' The Heights by great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight,. But they while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the nigh!. — Longfellow. Foreword In Sub Turri for 1923 the editorial staff is pleased to present what might justly be termed a transitional number. Within the near future the greater Boston College will have become an actuality; the dreams of the Jesuit Fathers will have been realized in part. And as the old order changeth, yielding place to the new, it is consistent in Sub Turri that it manifest progress yearly from the humble beginnings of a decade ago to the present issue. The purpose of this present volume is twofold; namely, to reflect throughout the classical and philosophical character of our curriculum, and to voice an appeal to all the sons of Boston College to remain as loyal to the old college as on the day of their Commencement. This latter has been especially our purpose. We trust that our success will be duly proportional to our effort. Then, indeed, we shall enjoy that supreme satisfaction that comes from a sense of duty done. It has occurred to us that it might be well to remark here that in the follow- ing pages there are apt to be startling revelations. Now, we implore the indi- viduals as well as their dear ones at home to appreciate these little jests simply as such. Inasmuch as every line of Sub Turri has been written to convey a world of undiluted good will, we honestly hope that our intentions will be con- strued as being a sincere attempt to do justice to manly men, graduates of Bos- ton College, whose valor and virtue are known to the world. For is it not writ- ten in the college anthem: — here men are men and their hearts are true! And, after all, college days are adventuresome days, days of hoping and striving with good fellowship and collegiate wit ever in the ascendancy. Suffer us, then, ye collegians of ' 23, to publish before the world your triumphs and disasters. At the narration thereof, your good parents ' hearts may pulse with proper pride. As to yourselves, well think of the fix in which friend .Eneas found himself when he cried out ad sidera, Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabil. T. G. E. Page thirtv-four JOSEPH AUGUSTINE COMBER ic No duty could overtask him; No need his will outrun; Or ever our lips could ask him; His hands the work had done. — Whittier. St. John ' s Preparatory School, 1919; Class President, 1, 4; Marquette 1, 2; President, 2; Prize Debat;, 2; Ful- ton, 3, 4; Lecture Team, 4; Dram- atic Association, 1, 2, 3, 4; Business Manager, 3; Vice-President, 4; Pro- moter in League of Sacred Heart, 1, 2, 3, 4; Sacretary Lawrence B. C. Club; Intercollegiate Debate, 4; Commencement Speaker. Little Lord Fauntleroy had long beauti- ful curls as did our ancient enemy, Rollo. All of the juvenile heroes who were ev- erything tha t your mother wished you to be, and who were just everything that you didn ' t wish to be, had long beautiful curls. Masculine curls, like virtue, are their own reward. All the more credit, then to a person who as a baby, chose long, black curls as one item of the regu- lation mundane equipment. Perhaps by this time, you will think we are wax- ing satirical. But after all, Joe, this is a Year Book and not an obituary notice in the Lawrence Bugle. Furthermore, be it known, the history of 1923 began when this young alumnus of St. John ' s Prep was formally thrust into the Presi- dent ' s chair. Efficiency in office had its reward when other activities sought him. Dramatics, debating and religious organizations vied with one another in secur- ing his services. Yet, in scholastic work, Joe was never thrown for a loss. In the spring of 1922 our Class held its last elec- tion, a memorable one, indeed. The issue was virtually this: The Senior President must be representative of the finest qualities that Boston College can give to any man. The major is evi- dent. The minor and conclusion admit of no dis- tinctions. We selected you, Joe, and all your modesty couldn ' t withold us from saying that 1923 made the best possible selection. We have but one regret — that we are confined to a single page in which to set forth the exploits of M. Le Presi- dent. The best solution is to conclude by re- marking that since our chief is a man of all-around ability, the world will surely beat a pathway to Joe Comber ' s door. Page thirty-five JOSEPH V. ANDREOLI ' ' The golden mean is Cod ' s delight; Extremes are hateful in His sight. Hold by the mean and glorify Nor anarchy nor slavery. — Aeschylus. Boston College High School, 1919; Dramatics, 1. There is really nothing of the Socratic or of any other species of irony in our adaptation of the above verses which friend Aeschylus put into the mouth of his Furies. No indeed, we have merely essayed to sum up for the edification of posterity the principles from which flowed as from a lively bubbling spring, the un- derlying characteristic of Joe Andreoli. But upon second thought we are at a loss to designate into what category his temperament might fall. Suffice it to say that this small, vivacious being combined the best features of all five classi- fications, and this we submit with resolution born of certainty. His heroic loyalty to the ne quid nimis maxim does not, as a matter of fact, find its inspira- tion in the leading idea of the Hellenic race as enunciated to the world above the lintel of the national Delphic sanctuary. It remained for a Latin to reiter- ate the sentiment, and for a youthful Latin classicist to adopt it as his motto. Nor was this to be wondered at by those of us who knew Joe as section presi- dent of Freshman. Upon him fell the responsibilities of example, and the golden mean of Horace stood out above all other relics of antiquity as the straight and narrow path leading to academic- success. Joe is built very closely to the ground, but what he lacks in north and south, he surely makes up for in aggressiveness. As a dramatist, he rose to fame and fortune. He served the So- dality both as an official and as a member of constancy. Finally, he applied the golden mean to studies as well, and succeeded both in passing courses and in avoiding brain fever. It is with the fondest of assurances of our well wishes to Joe that we shall leave him. It is as a disciple of the golden mean that we shall look back upon him, ' When to the sessions of sweet, silent thought, we summon up remembrance of things past. ' Page thirty-six WILLIAM BERNARD ARGY Apollo ' s Summer look. — Dryden. Waverly High School, 1918; Offering for your admiring glances and certain approval the idol of Waverly, Bill of-the-clan Argy — who on account of his humorous and magnetic personality, is continually surrounded by his many friends who listen attentively to his wit- ticism and sage remarks. To know Bill Argy is to like him and the better you know him the better you will like him. To Bill must be given the credit of be- ing the most able and convincing sales- man of the class. His line consists chiefly in shirts of all ' makes, sizes and patterns. He cleverly used as a walking advertise- ment his close friend and side-kick, Kid Kuppenheimer, (Ed I Barry, who sported not only the common woven madras but also the choicest broadcloths and jersey silk. To prove his success we need only to mention the fact that he transacted a sale with Nick Tangney. If Bill has es much success in collecting his bills as he did in selling, he surely will be a fine prospect for any business house. However, Bill has a weakness — or we may say, a fondness — for the fair sex and especially those from around the Newtons. When he stepped out on the floor at the B. C. dances, how the hearts of the fair ones fluttered ! This art he has down to a science, due to the fact that Nuttings-on-the-Charles, set in its frame of leafy bowers, has attracted him from childhood, for his little hamlet is situated close by and became known only on account of this great rendez-vous. Little need be said concerning his future. The avenues of success lie open to him. The game of salesmanship is his choice and when a man so loves his choice of occupation that he counts as nothing the many set-backs and difficulties which its pursuit entails, failure is impossible. Good- bye, Bill, and good luck. May we meet again and soon. i ' S Page thirty-seven EDMUND GERARD BARRY ' Gather instructions from thy youth up. So shalt thou find wisdom till thine old age Boston College High School 1919; Glee Club 4; Band 4; Vice-Presi- dent, East Boston B. C. Club, 4. Bill Spargo of the Traveller told once of the sad plaint of the cor.ietist who claimed that the notes. I blow them so sweet and they come so sour. When we think of the size of the hor i played by Ed, we offer thanks to Providence for having sent us a musician who could blow sweetly and what is more important, have his notes come out sweetly. Ed was born in East Boston, a place where I he babies chew snuff and chase police men, according to the intrepid Burton Holmes. Stranger still, Ed doesn ' t deny exaggerated: not all babies are so hard- ened that they use snuff, many — co Ed will explain to you — contenting them- selves with smoking a pipe. We dislike to disparage Mr. Holmes ' veracity, but we prefer to believe Ed. Four years of knowing Ed is convincing testimony that East Boston isn ' t nearly so savage a place as it is generally pictured. Any man who can win a place on the honor roll as often as Ed did, must be at least two laps ahead in culture of the Neanderthal Johnny that the anthropologists write about. Besides there is Ed ' s skill on the bass horn as evidence of a high degree of civilization. Furthermore, he would eat peanuts and ice-cream horns right out of your hand, if you weren ' t looking. Hence, the verdict. The jury, having considered the case, does decide and find that one Edmund Gerald Barry was born, as alleged, in a region known es East Boston, but the said jury also finds that Ed Barry was one of the most likeable fellows of ' 23, and herewith declares him free to seek success and adds sincere wishes for the attainment thereof. it: he does say that Hoh has Page thirty-eight WILLIAM JOSEPH BARRY e has his lusty Spring, when fancy dear Takes in all beauty with an easy span. Boston College High School. 19: Vice-President Roxbury B. C. Club; Fulton 4; Stylus 4; Heights Staff 4. When you look at the picture of the young man whose physiognomy graces this page, you wondered whether in truth there was not some mistake — he is so young looking. But, dear reader, judge not from the above that Bill ' s education is very limited. We, who have known him, have often marveled at his ready answers to questions that to our mind, would tax the divining power of a Tei- rcsias; but it was not until we went to get advertising that we found out all this. Bill was a member of the Heights and Stylus advertising departments. He obtained his facility in speech in gouging numerous advertisements from the local merchants. Bill first came to our attention when he received some prominence at the con- servatory on mastering the intricate finger entanglements of a saxophone. That he manages to gather euphonious strains is the report of a friend, but since we have not been personally subjected to the experience, we dare not commit our- selves as to his eligibility for Paul Whiteman ' s orchestra. It seems to us that a fierce animal like a saxophone is not to be dominated at will by a gentle soul such as Bill professes to be. In class Bill was seldom heard from, being con- tent to sit back quietly and let others do the talking; but on the ballroom floor . . . the rest was censored. And as a soda clerk, well, with his mixtures he knocked them all dead. As for the future, Bill intends to make a name for him- self; how — he doesn ' t know, so we cannot en- lighten you, on this point. Anything from the advertising department of the Roxbury Bugle to the directorship of the Boston Symphony holds Bill ' s interest. He has a broad field. So here ' s to him. Page thirty-nine ALFRED JOSEPH BEDARD Lei us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Slill achieving, still pursuing. Learn to labor and to wail. — Longfellow. Lawrence High School, 1919; Band 2, 3, 4; Glee Club ' , 1, 2, 3, 4; Secre- tary-Treasurer Radio Club, 3, 4; Fordham Debate 4; Heights Repor- torial Staff 4; Oratorical Contest 4; Sub Turri 4; Fulton Lecture Team 4; Marquette Debating Society 1, 2; Treasurer 2; Fulton Debating So- ciety 3, 4; Treasurer 4; Science Club 3; Secretary; Secretary Lawrence B. C. Club 4. ' On the northern bank of the swiftly flowing Merrimac, where that sylvan stream bends and leaps toward the great turbines of industrial Lawrence, there in that fruitful valley stands the proud homestead where smiling Al first listened to the echoes of his own melodious voice. Even then, ' tis said, the boy cherished an uncompromising ambition to go out into the world which begins just across the river. Finally his wanderlust led him to Lmiversity Heights where the B. C. Musical Clubs furnished eudai- monia for the boy wonder. And what a lucky strike from the home of strikes did Al prove to B. C. Being somewhat retiring in his demeanor, it was not until about five minutes after his arrival at the Heights that the rest of the student body began to notice him. His career is too complex to admit of indiscrim- inate selection, but his Senior year especially is noteworthy because of the fact that Al blossomed forth as an orator with a rich baritone never surpassed anywhere. And what a debater he became! He would journey at a mo- ment ' s notice to any part of the Commonwealth to defend any side of any question. Quid? As a musician he has responded to every worthy oc- casion throughout his course! in his classes he has ranked the very first in the natural sciences; as a real collegian he has been the personifica- tion of carefree activity and of unselfish, obliging fellowship. Therefore it is only natural that in contemplating the inevitable parting handclasp, we appreciate how lonesome things will seem when that much beloved one-horse town north of Boston again claims that genial and manly spirit. our buddy of college days, good ole Al Bedard. Page forty THOMAS F. BOYLE Give me the white road unto the World ' s ends. ' ' — See Ga 7 ?. Fulton Debating Society 3, 4; B. C. Radio Club 3, 4. Einstein — the professor not the pro- hibition age it — mixed time and space in- discriminately and got headlines. Here at the Heights Patter Boyle did the same thing and considered only the duty of a loyal alumnus. Was there a game Saturday at Detroit and a last class for Patter on Friday at 12:10? This meant small obstacle to him; you could count on his voice in the bleachers when the whistle blew. Time honored laws such as V equals 5 divided by T, meant nothing to him; the only formula he re- cognized was Patter plus a game to- morrow equals Patter at the game. All sports interest him but football and golf are his favorites. Reports from Franklin Field rate him as a top-notcher with a deadly eye for birdies. Socially, Patter is a member of the exclusive Chipmonks Club, whose rites and headquarters are known to but the esoteric few. With all these activ- ities — and he hasn ' t a single absent mark as far as the Arena, Braves Field, Al- umni or Fenway are concerned — Patter found time for substantial marks in studies. Polite of manner and generous with his smiles and encouragement, he will stand out as one of the most pleasant fellows on the roster of ' 23. Since the premium that insures success in any line of business is good nature, we are confident that Fred ' s policy will mature within a few years. Page forty-one JAMES J. BROCK ' ' For Boston! for Boston! for thse and thine alone! Boston College High School, 1919. These words contain a wealth of sig- nificance to every loyal son of Boston College but none of us can repeat ihem with more sincerity and devotedness than James J. Brock. Jim is the real B. C. type; full of self-sacrificing enthusiasm for everybody ' s cause but his own; thor- oughly imbued with the desire to pro- mote every activity which can contribute to the progress of his Alma Mater. Jim is the truest of B. C. royal rooters. Every game finds him in the audience and that holds whether the game is basket- ball, football, hockey, or baseball and whether it is played in Boston, Worces- ter, New Haven or New York. It is the delight of Jim ' s life to chum with and cheer the red-blooded youth who brings athletic glory to the name of B. C. Outside of anyone holding an official position, we wager Jim knows more athletes who have passed through (and a lot that passed out too) than any other B. C. man. Jim ' s weakness is lending money. No one can accuse him of being penurious. The many b eneficiaries of his liberality will testify to the almost extravagant generosity of his character. The beauty of this trait of his, from the viewpoint of his debtors, is that he frequently forgets small loans, by which process said loans become, ipso facto, gratuity. A debate, a meeting, a dance, or any function with a tinge of the Maroon and Gold is always graced by the presence of Gracious Jim. At tripping the light fantastic he has few peers, while he might qualify as an impressario by reason of his accumulated theatre-lore acquired by faithful weekly attendance at Keith ' s. Everthing for Boston College has been his motto during his sojourn at the Heights and we are confident that it will continue to animate his self-sacrificing spirit in the years to come. EDWARD J. BURKE rds, Are clothed things that speak the mind, But ojtimes traitorous, hide deceit, The heart that loves, a different kind Of language speaks, and more refined, And fills the soul, like music sweet. — McSweeney. Boston Collegs High School, 1919. Erom this page, ladies and gentlemen, peers the coy glance of Edward J. Burke, resident of Roxbury and so active a booster of his own town, that he tore himself away from his native haunts with great reluctance every morn, and never lost any time in retracing his foot- steps, when the day was done. Ed ' s favorite sport was tossing peanuts in the lunch-room, and ' tis said by the chroniclers of old that he became so pro- ficient in this fine art that he was able, through the accuracy of his aim, to throw a curve through the wave in George Drown ' s curly locks. No member of the Class pursued his studies as relentlessly as did the afore- said Mr. Burke, and many a night was he seen wending his way from the Rox- bury Library with several tomes of forbidding proportions tucked under his arm. Being methodical was another of Ed ' s virtues. His daily program never varied, even on Sunday night. The latter statement, however, we are inclined to doubt, for it must indeed be a task for the fair ones of Roxbury to resist the witchery in the shy glances of this Romeo of Roxborough. «l Would you learn more of this lad? 0 ' £k y ou would then we recommend you to turn to his biography in the Scientific Annual, wherein will be found an extended and detailed account of his multifarious achievements in the field of den- tistry and the realms of romance. As you have never given us cause for pain dur- ing your college days, Ed, so we trust that you will be merciful to your patients in the days to come. Page forty-three MATTHEW P. BITLER The wonder is a head so small. Can hold his giant brain al all. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette 2; Fulton 3, 4; Si ' B Turri 4; Stylus 2, 3, 4; Editor Apud Poctas 4. Matt is small, that is to say. it would be unfair to toss him a pair of four-ounce gloves and tell him that he must teach Jack Dempsey a thing or two about box- ing. Matt ' s smallness stops with his out- ward form, however. His heart embra- ceth all things. Dost thou need financial assistance? Matthew is no Shylock. Dost thou crave a soothing inhalation or a Lucky Strike? Matthew has always one to offer. Art thou an aspiring poet, needing sympathy and advice? Matthew will give it gladly. Matthew comes from Cambridge, the home of viri illustres. And much has the glory of the University City been advanced since he entered Boston College. He has pursued and overcome the classics, although he tripped once. He is a clear thinker who can express his thoughts in such a way that he will obfus- cate only the sophist. And what a debater, why, when Matt was scheduled to address the multitudes in the Fulton Room, the S.R.O. sign would be put out on the previous day. Like most young men, Matt was pierced through the heart by one of Cupids darts when both were Sophomores. The only evil effect of the wound was that he began to write poetry. He was immediately recog- nized by the literati who haunt the Stylus Office, and his poems have enhanced the literary value of the college monthly ever since. As Editor of the poetry department of the Stylus, he has brought to light several promising bards, an achievement indeed when one considers that poets in the College are about as hard to discover as Freshmen who are philosophers. Matt ' s views on education were so sound that he was regarded as the last court of appeals in Senior Pedagogy. His deep knowledge and ex- perience will make him a valuable teacher, but we anticipate that he will rise still higher in the world. He confesses that he would rather teach his fellow men than rule them, but we look for him to do both as Lord High Chancellor of edu- cation, in that locality which offers for solution the most confounding of educational problems. Page forty-four WILLIAM CADOGAN ' Words, idle words, I know well what they mean. — Ecups. Boston College High School, 1919; Class Secretary 1. Throughout his entire course at Boston College, Bill has always been known as a diligent student, a real athlete,- and a regular fellow. Because he was a little more unassuming than the ordinary stu- dent, Bill never went forth to seek the honors of the athletic field, nor the glory of the forum, but among those with whom he is well acquainted, he is highly re- spected as an athlete of repute and a thorough student in every branch of study. For four years we have been happy to have such a luminary in our midst, for Bill is the owner of a scholastic record equalled by but few of his fel- low students. All Bill ' s time, however, has not been devoted to classic pursuits, for no B. C. function has been without his presence. From the opening of classes in Sep- tember to their closing in June, we are at a loss to mention any branch of ac- tivity that Bill has not supported. Actions speak louder than words, and it has been in this capacity, true to the meaning of this maxim that Bill has completed his college course, replete with glory, and worthy of the best of scholars. Bill will leave us with the kindest wishes of all. We do not hesitate to pre- dict a brilliant future for any one possessed of such golden qualities. Page forty-five THOMAS JOSEPH CANNON ' ' ' For my own pari, I really think that, next to the consciousness of doing a good action, that of doing a civil one is most pleasing; and the epithet which I should covet the most, next to that of Aristides. would be that of well bred. — Lord Chesterfield. Brookline High School, 1919; Mar- quette 1, 2; Fulton 3, 4; .Yics-Presi- dent Senior Class; Manager of Hockey 4; Student A. A. Council 4; Heights 4; Sub Turri; Glee Club 1, 2, 3. Friends, — How are you, Owen? — Ro- mans, Hi there, Louie, — countrymen, — How are you to day, Joe? — Lend me your ears. I come — well, if it isn ' t the old champ, Jerry himself, — as I was saying, I come to bury Caesar, not to — good morn- ing Dick, — not to praise him! That is the way Tom Cannon would deliver Antony ' s address if the First Roman Citizen, Second Roman Citizen, and the remaining members of the mob scene were B. C. alumni. Some men are born with fortune, some have it thrust upon them, but Tom was given the precious gift of being able to greet his fellow-man in a manner pleasant but not effusive. As a rule the hand- shaker or the back-slapper is an irritating being, but when Tom does either, somehow you are pleased. You can sense that he isn ' t being a Pollyana, that he isn ' t trying to cajole you into believing that this is the grandest, greatest, and most glorious earth possible. His attitude is somewhat different: he has had a good night ' s sleep. ( Sometimes his social duties interfere with the length of time he has for classes, but he makes it a rigid rule that they must not ab- ,iEt breviate his hours of repose). So that it isn ' t such a horrible world after all. And since we ' re here because were here, why, what ' s the use of crabbing? Hence the barrage of smiling salu- tations to the world by Thomas. We envy his uniform good nature. Not only an entertaining fellow to meet, but rarer still, his friendship wears well. The flavor lasts much longer than Wrigley ' s: for certain, it has lasted I he four years we have known him, and we an- I ici pate many years ahead. Page forty-six JOHN T. CARR Nothing is politically right which is morally wrong. English High School, 1916; Sub Turri; Football Squad 1, 2; Vice- President of South Boston B. C. Club 3; President of South Boston B. C. Club 4. If California is entitled to thousands of Favorite Sons, then South Boston deserves at least one and Dusty is our nomination. He has so many qualifica- tions that the task of selecting the planks for his platform is a difficult one. There is Dusty the citizen, and his recent campaign for a seat in the State legislature marked him as a potential Dave Walsh. Then there is Dusty the athlete, and the tackles who opposed him while he was with the Pere Marquette team, will vouch for his talents in this activity. Anyone making a place on this famous semi-pro club must have the stuff, and Dusty was rated their line star. And another aspect of Johnnie is Dusty the soldier which life he spent in Texas and Mexico in 1917 and 1918, probably explains his nick-name. He did a hitch of seventeen months on the border and earned a chance in the Officers ' Training School, Camp Hancock. Somehow — the German spy system is mar- vellous — the war lords heard about it and begged for an armistice. And still another personage is Dusty the social favorite, and from what we can learn, the Hindu caste system has little on the rules and regulations as observed in South Boston. To Dusty goes the social lion ' s share for the success of the annual dance on the Peninsula. And again there is Dusty the student. Thorough and accurate rather than superficially brilliant, he probably has a firmer grasp of the matter than anyone else in the class. Ten years from now, we are sure, he will be practicing Ar- istotelian psychology on the South Boston pro- letariat. Last, but most important, there is Dusty, the fellow. Pleasant and gentlemanly by nature, he adds to this the invaluable element of varied ex- perience. The years have made his, a character of many a. phase, but the foundation of each and every one is staunch good-fellowship. WILLIAM JOSEPH CARTY Never saw I mien or face In which more plainly I could trace Benignity or home-bred cense. Boston College High School, 1919 No, dear reader, this is not Rudolph Valentino, nor any other idol of the silver screen. It is just plain Ike Carty, B. C, ' 23. He hails from Rox- bury. Such are the realities of life. No trick name for Ike. There seems to be an unfathomable mystery surrounding that inglorious nick name. It ' s an old one and one distinc- tive of the carefree camaraderie of col- lege life. No doubt Ike himself can tell you how he acquired the title. If he cannot. McGettrick can. And if Mac can ' t, he ' ll make up a story anyhow rather than disappoint you. Ike was one of the famous troupe that included Dimmock, McCarty, Mc- Gettrick, and Supple, with Joe Sweeney as the Silent Partner. If you couldn ' t hold your horses, it wasn ' t advisable to mix up with these banditti. All are ex- perts at the gentle art of repartee and Ike himself is a past master. As far as hearts are concerned the above pictured youth, as may easily be guessed, is in the same category as a bull in a china shop. When Bill stepped out to a B. C. time, which he very frequently did, he was sure to be the un- conscious material cause of many another swain going home with a less en- thusiastic companion. Bill also developed into a first-class student without becoming obnoxious in the process, and this is an all too rare accomplishment. As for poetry, he can ride Pegasus without bit or saddle, having had a rigorous training under that hard taskmaster, Father McGarvey. Page forty-eight P. HAROLD COLLINS A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature. Cambridge Latin School, 1919; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Marquette 2; Ful- ton 3, 4; Censor 4; Lecture Team 4; Heights 3, 4; Intercollegiate Edi- tor 4; Dramatics 4; Sub Turri, As- sistant Editor. As Balboa drew his gleaming sword and claimed all the shores of the Pacific in the name of the Spanish Crown, so our pioneers in undergraduate activities have inestimably augmented the prestige of Alma Mater by their unstinted loyalty and sacrifice. And sacrifice — why, the mere mention of that term brings us face to face with the most cogent exemplifi- cation of it that we have ever met, Hal Collins. His only crime against human- ity is his residence in Cambridge, but like all good Cantabridgians, he reflects, in his every act and expression, the genuine culture that admits of no shams. His is the gold medal of one of the brightest Freshman classes ever. Then came Sophomore. The Glee Club did nobly in the big campaign. Hal was to the fore in both. In Junior and Senior, the Fulton and Heights were enriched by his contributions. Today as a journalist, tonight as a vocalist, to- morrow as a lecturer. These were the means by which his real college spirit sought and found admirable expression. Finally came the Sub Turri. How carefully and faithfully were the numerous details attended to by Hal to the eternal debt of the Class for which he slaved. As assignments innumerable did not materialize, the pen of Hal produced vigorous copy which is a monument unto itself. Hal, old buddy, together we are approaching, in-so-far as college days are concerned, Chapter the Last, wherein all things are alleged to cease. Let us, on the contrary, carry on in spirit at least, in the mutual role of participes curarum. As collegians we must combat a revolt of will at bidding farewell to the scenes of our brightest hours. As alumni we shall be observant of you, and in the doing we shall imbibe your spirit of self-sacrifice, that spirit which alone will elevate our Alma Mater to her God-given zenith. Fare- wel, Hal, may our blessing season this in thee. Page forty-nine PATRICK JOSEPH COLMAN An elegant sufficiency, content Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labor, useful life Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven. — Thomson. Boston College High School, 1919; Sodality and League 1, 2, 3, 4. Across the River Charles lies the stamp- ing-ground of Pat and his trusty steed boasting the commonplace name of Flivver. In stature and coolness un- der fire, Pat resembles Napoleon. Un- like many of his classmates, he has al- ways refused to hurry the recitations. That this is not due to his speeding pro- clivities outside the classroom is certain. The accepted explanation is to be found in Pat ' s theory that hurrying the lesson might result in bungling it, and that evil is to be dreaded like Saturday class. On no account could you term the seer of North Cambridge an effervescent Gael. In chemical experiments Pat ' s coolness was obviously of great value. When in Junior he elected Chem we wondered what dark purpose was behind his choice. Information was not forthcoming as to whether he was about to invent a deadly explosive or concoct some soothing potion. His sojourn in the un- derground recess where chemists toil, is still shrouded in mystery. Perhaps soon the fruit of his labors will be announced in the Cambridge Sentinel. The whims and graces of the prized Hennery are reasons for delight and expense on Pat ' s part. From all sorts of peri- lous places he has managed to extract his steed, and this promises well for Pat ' s future success in avoiding pitfalls in the years to come. ED m Page fifty WALTER ANTHONY COMERFORD These have been the most profitable as well as the most enjoyable four years of my life, and I wish that I could do as much for Boston College as Boston College has done for me. Worcester Classical High, 1916; Stu- dent A. A. 3; Dramatics 1; Varsity Football 1, 2, 3, 4; Varsity Track 2, 3; Varsity Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Cap- tain Varsity Football 3. This extract from his speech at the football banquet truly reflects the char- acter of Walter Comerford, football end par excellence, serious minded student, and fine fellow. By geographical acci- dent, Tony (which is his sobriquet) lives right in the camp of our greatest athletic rivals. His home is in Worcester, and Holy Cross has had occasion many times during the past four years to regret that he did not select a college nearer home. After he was discharged with an en- viable record from an eventful term with the Teufelhunden during the World War, Tony enrolled as a student at the Heights, and ever since has been bring- ing glory to himself and his College by his achievements on the athletic field Well do we remember the exhibition of football he and Lukie Urban gave at the Yale Bowl in 1919, when little Boston College humbled mighty Yale. The following year he was instrumental again in extracting the Bulldog ' s teeth, and in drubbing all other foes including Holy Cross and Georgetown. Tony ' s team-mates thought so well of him as a player and leader that they awarded him the distinction of the captaincy in his Junior year. Let no one think that Tony is the type of fellow who is so absorbed in athletics that he must take studies as side dishes. He has a proper appreciation of the true value of things and is scrupulously attentive to his class work. Walter Comerford goes into the world with all the equip- ment necessary for success; a sound training in the discipline of the gridiron and the culture of the lecture hall; with an affable personality which makes him welcome everywhere and with a pleas- ant smile beneath which is an uncompromising determination to win. CORNELIUS CONNOLLY Some men cannot be fathomed. ' ' Hall ' s Barber School, 1918 His dibs, the Editor: Say fellows, what ' s a mystery? The Staff: Aw, go study your Cos- mology. The Office Cat: Say, you know that chap Con Connolly? Well, he ' s a mys- tery. The above conversation gave us most of the information that we possess about a young man who has lingered among our midst (confer George Olesen for the expression I for a whole scholastic year. Who is he? His name appears above. Whence is he? From Canada. Ah! Why has he come? B ecause Canada has no institutions of learning like unto ours. Meet then, Con Connolly of Canada, Lover of Wisdom. Books to the right of him; papers to the left of him; honors in back of him; a faithfully earned victory in front of him. Canada. How tenderly falleth that joyous sound upon our parched throats. Collegians we have known from there. Collegians we have combated from there. Collegians we have vanquished from there. And we have yet to gaze upon the Canadian sextet that could submerge our lightning buck pushers. Athletes? No, they don ' t raise ' em across the border as we do. They are still deploring the day when Montcalm vainly flung his Frenchmen against the British on the Plains of Abraham. But even if Canadian nationality may exist in name only, yet in Con we are assured that Canadian scholarship flourishes undimmed. Somehow, Con, your de- meanor indicates a coming revelation, and we wonder at the volcanic forces which must be op- erating beneath the serene surface of your out- ward disposition. In parting, Con, we are all your friends, remember, even if we never meet again (sniff, sniff I . But if ever you should re- turn hence, then, Con, be propitious, et miserere nobis. GERALD F. COUGHLIN Orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano. — Juvenal. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette 2; Assistant Mgr. Foot- ball 1, 2, 3; Varsity Manager 4; Dramatics 3; Students ' A. A. Coun- cil 4; President, Dorchsster B. C. Club 4; Height; 4; Glee Club 4; Ful- ton Lecture Team 4; Sub Turri Sporting Editor. From this page, dear reader, beams a reproduction of the smiling countenance of our precocious Jerry, the youngest member of the Class of Twenty-three. Where have I seen him before? You have seen him on the football field, the great gold B across his proud, expansive chest; for he was manager of football, his whole soul bound up in the destinies of Cav ' s cohorts. That be- loved emblem that swings from his watch-chain represents four years of the hardest kind of toil. Yes, but where else? At every Commencement Day since he entered you have seen him receive the highest academic honors which came to him with remarkable ease and signifi- cant regularity. Where else? You have seen him encased in the armor of modern formality, at the Glee Club concerts where he poured forth his full heart in profuse strains of un- premeditated art. Yes, but somewhere else also. Indeed, gentle reader, wherever B. C. is in the lists, there, also, is Jerry . On the field, in the class, in the debating societies, at concerts musi- cal and otherwise, on the stage, on the Heights Staff, on the Sub Turri Staff, as we have said, — everywhere the ubiquitious Jerry could be found in the fore. Here ' s to you, Jerry, the kingpin of all B. C. men we know! May you wade through the world as you have through college! We know not what you ' ll do, but we know you ' ll do something big, .... our Jerry! Page fifty-three JEREMIAH J. COURTNEY Look! he ' s winding up the watch of his wit, Dye and bye it will strike. Worcester Classical High, 1919 It took Jerry two years to find out that he had made a mistake in the choice of an Alma Mater. Following his grad- uation from prep school, he matriculated at Georgetown. There he spent two scholastic seasons, and during that time, so ' tis rumored, many a member of Congress made a confidant of the serious- minded Jerry. It may be that these visits became so frequent as to disturb the peaceful tenor of life which seems to hold such charms for Jerry, but at any rate he finally perceived the- error of his ways, and transferred to B. C. Jerry ' s final choice is significant, for not only did he try Georgetown, but he resisted the attractions of our sister college in his home town. Jerry is a citizen of Worcester. Indeed, be it known, the Heart of the Commonwealth is getting to be quite a stronghold of B. C, with Bev M ' Gady, Tony Comerford, Jim Timon, and Jerry all admitting it to be their hometown. We always envied that late permit that Jerry possessed. It would have saved us many a weary hour if we had that magic sign that enabled one to stroll non- chalantly into the middle of Father Corriga n ' s lectures without encountering an intimidating glance from the throne. Jerry ' s chief outdoor sport was commuting from Worcester daily. He flourished on it, waxing strong and growing in wisdom as he grew in age. Jerry never made very much noise either in class or out, but then — would that some of our prom- inent members were dyed with a more liberal tincture of that quality! His shrinking modesty leads us to believe that Jerry will never become the mayor of Worces- ter — he had rather be the power behind the throne. We expect, however, that he will be- come a prominent clubman in his home town when the B. C. Club of Worcester reaches the heights to which it seems destined. JOSEPH G. CRANE Speech is reasons brother, and a kingly prerogative of man. — Tupper. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette Prize Debate 1, 2; Mar- quette Prize Debate Medal 2; Fulton 3, 4; Chairman Executive Commit- tee 4; Intercollegiate Debater 4; Senior-Junior Debate 3, 4; Oratori- cals 4; Drive Speaker 2; Heights 3, 4; Sub Turri Managing Editor 4. He who plays biographer for Mr. Jos- eph Crane is certainly not at a loss for material. On the contrary, he is at a loss for words and experiences — the com- mon embarrassment of all writers who attempt, in so many lines to do a celeb- rity justice. For what language, what literary style, pray, can level with the dignity of a subject who at his tender age has debated all questions debatable; who has gone to the lowermost depths in philosophical speculation; who has performed every conceivable duty around the Fourth Estate from menial cub-reporting to the inditing of learned editorials? Even ambitious scribes must grant the theme beyond their art and above their grandiloquence: hence we shall withdraw for a moment, leaving Joe ' s record, herewith submitted, to a world of gentle readers, to speak for him. There is another side of this matter, however, that even the casual observer would be competent to dwell upon. No one who has ever seen much of Joe finds it difficult to define the Crane personality. Most of us are varied in mood or manner. Joe ' s personality is strictly straight, ToaiBCT? without deviation or complexity. He loves acad- emic disputation; because he hates unanimity of B  opinion. Innocuous concord is as much of a nightmare to Joe as is the dream of universal peace to a gun manufacturer. His editorials are written in iodine, dashed with wormwood essence. The Class admires Joe for his scholarly attain- ments, his ability and eloquence in debate, and his fine character. We expect to see him some- time hence whirling through the State on a band- wagon, calling out the peepul — and then to hear of a new Webster who has the power the ap- plause of listening Senates to command. Page fifty-five CLARENCE W. CRAYTON A face that cannot smile is never good. — Martial. Boston College High School, 1919; Radio Club, 3, 4; K. of C. Club 2, 3, 4; Sub Turri. A smiling, happy youth paving the way for other smiles to follow. That ' s Clarence, or Bill, as his more intimate pals are wont to call him. For pastime and pocket money Clarence chums around with Edison, the electricity wizard, that is to say, he lights the arc lights in the South End. His smile alone would be sufficient to light the road, at least the road to happiness, but for all his peace- ful habits, Edison ' s assistant is also prac- tical and knows the commercial value of a beaming countenance. Were you to glance through the re- cords of the Radio Club you would discover that the name of Clarence W. Cray- ton was listed as a licensed amateur operator as early as 1920. Oblivious of all other activity, Clarence will be found improving Marconi ' s invention. He loves to roam about the habitat of scientists and dotes on Radio, but don ' t think that our head altar boy of the Immaculate Conception, is one-sided, and tends only toward scientific pursuits. Far from it. His appointment as Associate Editor of the Sub Turri is evidence of his literary ability; while as a student in general and a philosopher in particular, Bill certainly has not wasted his talents. But still, in accordance with his quiet, unassuming manner, he has hid- den his light under a bushel. His enrollment in the B. C.-K. C. Club shows where his heart is and also where his free evenings are spent. We have known Bill from the time of his first year and we can honestly say that never once have we seen a displeased look sully that smiling countenance. Continue pleased with the world, and the world will surely reciprocate. Page fifty-six EDMUND WILLIAM CROKE Wisely and slow, they stumble that run fast. Boston College High School, 1919; Fulton 4, Marquette 2; Glee Club 4; Baseball 3, 4; College Play 1. It is in one respect true that the normal college youth of good sense has no his- tory. And yet, in every college man ' s career appear certain characteristics which serve as remembrance posts on the shady road of time. With Ed Croke there is no exception. When he abandoned the cows and chick- ens of his native Dorchester, county seat of New Palestine, to settle himself at the long grind which awaited him, he ad- opted the pace of the marathoner. Over the hard, wearisome road he maintained that pace, regardless of the speedsters who passed him. Notwithstanding the stumbling of others, Ed has never faltered. He has run a heady race. Why all this attempt at metaphor? Simply this — Ed Croke was never a ner- vous and vigorous student or diamond star. Yet he succeeded in combing both pursuits for the accomplishment of a well intentioned end. The result is a genuinely fortified, amiable young man, rescued from the timidity of recluse speculation, and so secure in his demonstrations that Gibraltar itself would pale at the hint of comparison. As a conversationalist, he has either Dryden, Addison, or Doctor Johnson lashed to a floating spar. Ed waxes eloquent with his hands, and his conversations are punctuated with very graceful gestures — a talent which won for him renown as the boy orator of Franconia Notch. His audience told us so herself. With an even disposition which is not mad all the time, but quite the contrary, Ed has made his genial spirit a part of the atmosphere here at University Heights. With him, we hope to continue : GEE, BUT THIS WHITE (MOUNTAIN 1 AIR GNESl ME THe I WECESSARVl . PEP ' To virtue ' s heights, with wisdom well supplied, And all the magazine of learning fortified. Page fifty-seven MARCUS F. CROKER Did 1 tell this. Who would believe me? — Measure for Measure. Newton High School, 1919; A. A. Council 4; Assistant Manager Track 1, 2, 3; Varsity Manager 4; Sub TUHRI. Whenever we think of Mark we pic- ture a tall, good-looking chap, wearing the latest collegiate togs, and swinging along in the most approved collegiate gait. Of course he didn ' t walk very often, for he usually had his little four- wheeled friend with him. But we don ' t remember the rangy Newtonite for these reasons alone, because he made his fame secure in lines other than the sartorial. Three long years he spent in his ap- prenticeship as an assistant manager of track, and his perseverance finally brought reward. During his Senior year, he could be found boarding the Limited for Manhattan every other week, and spend- ing the odd weeks interviewing sporting goods salesmen. Officiating as a member of various committees was another of Mark ' s strong points. In the council chamber of the New England Intercollegiate Track As- sociation his voice was frequently heard as befitted a man of his position. No social affair was a success without Ma rk. Committees were graced with the presence of the smiling Mark, and the society hopefuls of the class will agree that nothing was lacking to make these occasions enjoyable. When you were inhaling the fragrant Havanas at the Senior smoker, you were enjoying the fruits of Mark ' s labor, and when you gaze admiringly at the hand- some insignia of the Class of ' 23, don ' t forget that the energetic Mr. Croker spent much time on the committee which designed the ring. We wonder what change the passing years will bring in Mark. It is not for us to lift the hid- den veil, but from our observations during the time we were with him, we cannot imagine him as ever being other than a quiet, conscientious, likable fellow, a sage counsel in cumber, and a man who will be as earnest in handling the affairs of life as he has been in promoting the ac- tivities of his Class and College. t Page fifty-eight JOHN J. CURTIN ' First in the council-hall to steer the state, And ever foremost in a tongue debate. — Dryden. Boston College High School, 1919; President B. C. Club of Maiden 4; Treasurer B. C. Club of Maiden 3; Vice-President B. C. Club of Maiden 2. Johnny is our diminutive debater from Maiden. He is determined to ex- press himself at all times and on all ques- tions. His smile and pleasing manner- isms have enriched his catalogue of friends during his sojourn at the Heights. In any group of Seniors or undergrad- uates, he takes the lead as an entertainer, his favorite subjects for lunch-room brawls being universal evolution and will determinism. He can hurl more majors and conclude with therefore so rapidly that his antagonist is com- pletely bewildered by the Curtinian sophistries. A loyal supporter of all college activities together with his studious eagerness and firm determination to succeed seem to be the chief elements of his personal equation. We had observed that every day in some way or other John was getting stockier and stockier. To stem the tide of his obesity he joined in the cross country jaunts with Jack Ryder ' s bare-legged travelers of the turf. Then, too, we have noted that his memo book contained initials, coded telephone num- bers, and hieroglyphics of a mysterious nature. It is clear from a study of an- thropology that these signs refer to addresses and other data regarding certain fair members of civil society. The future for John looms up brightly and this luminescence is largely due to the fact that the full realization of his life-work seems not far distant to those who have beheld his ener- getic efforts. We have heard that John is to be interested in the wholesale end of the meat busi- ness, and it is evident, that even in this, his ac- tivity will lead to success. That is certainly the fair fortune which his many friends of Boston College wish to John Curtin, the exasperating inquisitor. ,i£ WRONG Pa ht Page fifty-nine FRANCIS K. DAILEY Stout of heart and ready of hand, As e ' er drove prey from Cumberland. Boston College High School, 1919; Fulton 4; Science Club 3. Frank is numbered among the few sun-dodgers who while away the clos- ing hours of the day in the Chem and Physics laboratories. In fact, he is Chief High-Dodger to whom the little Dodgers, fearing lest their ignorance be revealed by the quizzing of curious profs, come for their information on matters scientific. Frank is a scientist par excellence. Intricate formulas, baffling experiments, exhaustive inquiries, held no difficulties for Frank. He simply waded through the matter and his record stands as suffi- cient proof of the assertion that Frank is one of the finest students that ever broke a test-tube. Not many months ago he whispered to us in secret that he was ap- plying for a patent on a recent invention of his, that was calculated to startle the world. We might as well tell you what it is now. It is a small device which can be placed in smoking cars or in the council of the Anti-Cigarette League. This machine draws in smoke at one end and turns out cigarettes at the other. No doubt it will prove a boon to humanity. At home, Frank surrounds himself with his books and puts on his radio ear- muffs. During the intermission between concerts, he rehearses his part in the mental battle of the morrow, or devotes his at- tention to his other love, automobiles, for he is quite expert when it comes to cutting corners in his rubber-tired steed. We will be disappointed if Frank doesn ' t startle the scientific world with his achievements, for a man of such proficiency as he is a rarity indeed, and no doubt twenty years from now we will be reading of new discoveries in the world of chemistry, brought about by the efforts of the same Frank. Hi Page sixty BENEDICT T. DALY His life was gentle and the elements so mixed in him That Nature might stand up and say to all the world: ' This was a man. ' English High School, 1917; Glee Club 3; Fulton 3; President Rox- bury B. C. Club 4; Advertising Man- ager, Stylus 4; Advertising Manager, Sub Turri. When the voice of war was heard in the land Ben enlisted in the Balloon Squadron with which he saw fifteen months service overseas, taking part in all the big American campaigns. But when the white star of peace once more shone in the sky and the war-drums throbbed no longer, he joined the ranks of ' 23. His war experience had shown him the priceless value of a Catholic college training to fit one for the battle of life. Since then we have come to know Ben as an all-round good fellow who pursues the even tenor of his ways with little noise or blare of trumpets. He was ad- vertising manager of the Stylus and of our own year book, and was a tireless worker for both. As President of the Roxbury Boston College Club, he made their annual dancing party one long to be remembered. He ranks high as a student, yet takes a keen interest in college athletic and social life. The Stylus is Ben ' s hobby, strong coffee his weakness, chemistry his Nemesis, and a good cigar his guide, philosopher, and friend. Ben is most contented when puffing on a huge Havana. He expounds his philosophy of life as he is constantly troubling his brain with those thoughts that wonder through eternity. We know not along what line B. T. will bend his endeavors after he becomes an Alumnus. But the energy that has characterized his college activities should place him among the leaders in his chosen field. And so we give him back to Roxbury as a representative son of Boston Col- lege, a true type of ideal manhood. IT PAYS TO I ADVERTISE I Page sixty-one JAMES JOSEPH DALY Long, lean lanky, and thin, ' Say it in silence, ' the motto within. Boston College High School, 1919; Sub Turri. Jim Daly is a rather extraordinary sort of a chap. Passivity might well be his middle name. The height of im- agination would be the visualizing of Jim delivering a speech in behalf of Ire- land or some other worthy subject, in the sacred sanctum of the Fulton Debat- ing Society. Equally contrary to fact would be the phantasm of James J. open- ing his mouth to protest at the procedure at a Class meeting. Jim has ever been a strong adherent of the fellow who bel- lowed about actions speaking louder than words or something in that strain. Jim ' s buddie during his years at the Heights was none other than George Drusus Drown, of Sleepy Hollow. Jim and George could be seen each morning at Park Street engaged in a hearty con- versation, all talking being done in the w.k. dummy language. This was em- ployed because Jim dislikes the art of articulating, and inasmuch as it would cause too much effort for George to open his mouth at such an early hour in the morning. He has always been one of the beacon lights of the Class insofar as the books were concerned. Yet, we should hesitate to mention Jim ' s name among those whose noses were never away from the grindstone. Jim is, as the ethicians would have it, especially brilliant of his very na- _ ture. And he indulged in Coueism long before that noted cure-all came to the land of the free. As to what Jim ' s particular hobby is to be, je ne sauce pan. We do know, however, that amiable Jim has distinguished himself here in such a man- ner as to be presentable as a model for coming generations of studious Boston Collegians to follow. Page sixty-two EDWARD J. DAVIS all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to ivork —Henry IV. — Shakespeare. Boston Latin School, 1919; Assist- ant Business Manager, Heights 3; Fulton 3, 4; Vice-President, Fulton 4; Business Manager, Heights 4; Business Manager, Sub Turri 4. Brighton ' s native son, Ed Davis, known to ninety-nine per cent of his town town, a member of the firm of Currier, Dul- lea, and Davis. Although Ed has been too pressed for time to compete for var- sity honors, yet like our old friend Polon- ius, he made a good end on the Fresh- man A football team. Ed ' s strategy in converting an end around play into a blocked punt will be long remembered. As a Sophomore, he acquired great prestige as timber topper. As Sophomore A champ he challenged Ed Dullea, Champ of B, and won by a foot over his opponent who wore rubber boots and fortunately slipped three times. Ed looks back with fond recollections upon the happy days spent under the lov- ing guidance of Fathers O ' Brien and Keating. Here it was that he grasped the principles that made him famous as a salesman, a master in the gentle art of selling an idea. There was no customer so hardened but that Ed could penetrate his rhinocerous-like skin and depart, leaving behind him a receipt for a well- known periodical. Ed Davis is indeed a man of whom Boston College may well be proud. To secure a college degree Ed has worked his way overcoming obstacle after obstacle. While em- ployed in various capacities he has toiled far into the night at a time when most of his fellow stu- dents were in the arms of Morpheus. Next fall will find Ed enrolled at Harvard Law School. We feel sure that Ed ' s loyalty, perseverance, and poise will stand him in good stead at the Law School and afterwards in the legal profession. Au revoir, Ed, our best wishes go with you. Page sixty-three CORNELIUS JOSEPH DELANEY , thus neglecting worldy ends, all dedi- cated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind. — Shakespeare. Woburn High School, 1919; Mar- quette 2; Glee Club 1, 2; Sub Turri. Outside the northeast gale howled dis- mally, while the snow played a weird ac- companiment upon the window panes of the Woburn B. C. Club. Within the brilliantly lighted meeting room a young man, tall and slender, Joseph C. Delaney, ' 23, was addressing his associates. Herein, gentle reader, you have a glimpse of this individual in a characteris- tic attitude. He was everlastingly ad- dressing someone, and in a manner non- chalantly tantalizing, too. That is, such was typical of him until he dedicated his all to the study of medicine. It was with something akin to surprise that those of us who had known Joe in the past learned of his decision. In Mis diebus, when the air was filled with Sigma Delta whisperings, and the Alpha Mu were holding daily sessions beneath Charley Wellington ' s lunch counter, we had reasons for anticipating Joe ' s en- trance into Tammany Hall. We recall now the tremendous landslide which ushered in his reign as Presi- dent of Sophomore D, and equally memorable is his restless administration as pilot of that storm tossed pirate sloop. First in fair weather and first in foul are Joe and his old dudeen. It is a matter of discussion as to whether Joe or the pipe would survive in a strength test. He has a method of approach that would make a salesman grow green with envy; a manner that a politician would give half his life to possess. And yet, you have not beheld the true Joe, until you have seen him haunting the operating rooms of our city hospitals day by day. Thither, he was accustomed to repair after classes to observe the great works of mercy being wrought p under God ' s eye and the surgeon ' s skill. And if ever at that haven of mercy should we chance to seek a refuge from earthly woes, we could trust in no man nobler than Joseph C. Delaney. Page sixty-four LEO R. DESMOND So I ' ll take the trail to the sunset For I ' ve done with the dawn and the day, And the steel-cut stars in the realm of Mars Will nod to my nightly lay. — Ford. Boston College High School, 1919. Glancing at you from this page, gentle reader, is the countenance of the mild- mannered and none too loquacious Leo Desmond. Leo ' s chief indoor sport on wintry af- ternoons was attending the surgical clin- ics in the various hospitals down-town and gathering knowledge from witnessing operations: major, minor, and otherwise; the gruesome details of which will be fur- nished upon application to Editor (Don ' t forget to enclose postage, however, as Leo is said to be flooded with requests for professional advice.) Leo did get a lot of surgical practice, though, attending to that Mitchell which he drove with such skill during his Sophomore year. The class statistician has estimated that Leo spent four hundred and fifty-six hours, nineteen days, or al- most three weeks under said machine during the aforesaid year. His most intimate companion was that wizard of the apron and test-tube, Frank Daily. In fact they were almost as intimate as hydrogen and oxygen in water. Leo also accumulated considerable wisdom and diplomatic experience while acting as arbitrator of the famous debates between Turpin Daily and Tarzan Flynn, which threatened for a time to split the scientific world into two factions — Frank being one faction, and John the other. Leo is also a member in good standing of the obscure but active band of embryonic scientists and medicos who term themselves the Sun- dodgers. A thorough gentleman has Leo proved himself to be, and we can only predict a prosperous career as a doctor for this smiling youth, whose mission H in life will be to alleviate the pains of his fel- low-men. sixty-five WALTER G. DIMMOCK Yet leaving here a name, I trust. That will not perish in the dust. — Southey. Boston College High School, 1919; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4; Band 1, 2. 3. 4; Class Treasurer 3, 4; Band Leader 3. 4. In the sojourn of four years at college one invariably gains the fast friendship of — or rather a comradeship with — one or more of his fellow students. Such combin- ations are not always made up, as might be expected of like personalities, — in- deed often have they members whose dis- positions are very dissimilar. Such a group, and a prominent one, too, is the famous Dimmock, McGettrick, Carty, Mc- Carthy combination ; and these songsters have made a name for themselves which would be the envy of many a vaudeville troupe. Some entertaining noon hours brought forth the harmonious vocal chord of the latter three, to be enhanced in the solo parts by the vibrating tenor of the only and original Dimmock. But Walter does not stop there; by means of his ver- satile whistle, he draws forth rounds of applause with realistic imitations of birds and animals. Walter ' s musical bent seems to have no limits; for, since his debut at B. C, there is probably no position in the College ' s musical world which he has not held in a most creditable manner. For a bashful fellow, Walter seems to have acquired an overwhelming pop- ularity. The reason for this is easily understood after a short acquaintance. Unsought honors seem to make him their mark, although he is never behind in doing justice to whatever duties these honors impose upon him. Strength of character is his natural asset, and never has needed public demonstration to bring it to light. Add to this an efficient method of ex- acting obedience to duty, as exemplified in the drive for funds to replenish the Class treasury af- ter it had been shattered and reshattered. Walter thus combines an executive power with strength of character, a union of forces which must show an irresistible resultant when he gets under way in the business world. Page sixty-six PAUL H. DOHERTY Pour mon pays. — Monson. Newton High School, 1919. If in social gatherings there is men- tion made of Paul H. Doherty, immedi- ately there will spring up ' in our intui- tive imaginations a picture both pleasing and good looking. It is not the purpose of the writer to discuss the latter; it is a moot question. Yet our Year Book would be quite incomplete should we fail to make record of the geniality, gentleness, and manliness of this bright eyed son of Newton. He was a true and thorough student, but never experienced a brainstorm from exceedingly hard study. Like most of us, he had a hobbyhorse. Some three years back Paul saw a soldier ' s uniform hang- ing in one of those army stores in the North End. He purchased the khaki out- fit, set out to the summer camp at Devens, and hired out for a cook. He proved to be a misfit in that department; and, so, the General deemed it wise to make him a Corporal of the Guard. On a certain morning Paul awoke before reveille and found that he had unwittingly strolled into officers ' quarters after his relief had been posted. In the dim light of the early morn, Paul ap- plied a conscientious coat of polish to what he believed were his shoes. Pres- ently the bugler made his noise, and the regimental band completed the disturb- ance of the peace. Paul stooped to draw on his glistening shoes, but much to his dismay, he found that he had polished his captain ' s boots instead of his own. The captain was elated at the job and lost no time in making Paul a shavetail. He proved to be the most up- standing and popular second louie in the outfit. We wish you similar luck when you hang out your old shingle as an A.B., LL.B. Only be sure that you polish your own brass, else your name will fail to shine as it should in our Alumni con- ,w.v ' V ■stellation. Page sixty-seven WILLIAM J. DOLAN His fair large front and eye sublime de- clared Absolute rule. — Milton. Secretary-Treasurer of W. R. B. C. Club 22; Sub Turri. Nothing requires more moral backbone than to refuse a barber. This and ar- guing with Chinese waiters are acid tests under which strong men fail. If this is true with ordinary mortals with ordinary profiles, what must be the battle that Mike Dolan has in keeping free of the perfumes and ungents so insistently urged by our white-coated brethren? What is more, Mike has fought them to a com- plete rout. As far as he knows Slick- um, and Stacomb, must be new brands of chewing tobacco. However, Mike is famed for more than his personal appearance. In Freshman, he captained the class hockey team and defeated all opponents. In the years of ' 21 and ' 22, he filled the dual capacity of secretary and treasurer of the West Roxbury B. C. Club. Incidentally, that organization was only one of Fr. Boehm ' s beloved Possibles, until Bill put in his appearance at the Heights. Ergo, it was only natural that he should be rewarded in Senior with the office of President. Always more or less of a socialist, Bill reached the heights at the I.W.W. functions. Apart from the confusion of being mistaken for Valentino, Bill had trouble remembering which girl was whose; and the girls, fickle lovelinesses, didn ' t mind a bit. But then, to the victor etc. After all, if any one i ' -P- was to steal your girl, you wouldn ' t mind Bill ' s doing it the least. He could do it like a gentle- man. For that and other envy-creating qualities Bill ' s name deserves the roll-of-fame. We challenge other colleges to produce candi- dates who have proved themselves as worthy of the homely, freckled-faced, honest, old nick- name of Mike. Page sixty-eight RICHARD J. DONOVAN 1 dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. — Macbeth. Lawrence High School, 1919; Mar- quette 1, 2; Fulton 3, 4; Censor 4; President B. C. Club of Lawrence 4; Heights 3, 4; Sub Tueei Society Editor. Omar Khayyam wrote once about a rose, blooming today and tomorrow for- ever dying. Old Heraclitus — he was an- other one of Pop Anson ' s famous club, if we remember rightly — ventured a the- ory that everything is in a state of con- stant change. Somehow when we consider Dick and his amours, these two old-timers al- ways come to mind. One has to be very careful when inquiring from Dick the conventional How is ? because the chances are that the above named is already last week ' s girl or even the week before last ' s. It is embarrassing when she has been supplanted. The reason is that he insists on taking the very serious business of living with a grain or two of humor. In the picture above you will note the ghost of a smile hovering about the corner of his lips. (We should emphasize it with a cross or arrow but some of our readers, being newspaper addicts, might think it marked, the spot where the body was found ) . This sly, tiny quirk ex- plains much about Dick ' s attitude and accounts for most of his popularity. By nature released from the arduous grind of plugging, Dick could na- turally devote more time to the art of living with one ' s fellow-man pleasantly and enjoyably. The ingredients he uses for the ==r( r S= daily recipe are many and varied; first, there is j gjjjp ' ljljjlljffig a short, black briar pipe known i- the Vampire; ' — f «? C then the beloved Nation, the meditation center- ing on the most recent flame, the oddities of pa- rents; the whimsies of professors; books that he is reading and books that he intends to read some- time; O ' Neil ' s latest play or Joe Cook ' s newest ex- planation as to why he will not give an imitation of four Highwaiians; these and a thousand other interests are used by Dick in the not at all troublesome task of passing the day. A forty-two-page booklet, containing all the names and addresses and telephone numbers, will be sent on receipt of a self-addressed envelope. Page sixty-nine GEORGE H. DROWN All birds and beasts lie hushed; sleep steals away The wild desires of men and toils of day, And brings, descending through the silent air, A sweet forgetfulness of human care. — Pope. Sanford, Me., High School, 1919 George Drusus Drown made his ini- tial appearance at the Heights in 1919, even as you and I. The Hub of the uni- verse had received no foreword of his coming. Consequently, no brass bands sallied forth to bid him welcome, nor did His Honor, the Mayor, have the oppor- tunity desired to present the pride of Sanford with the keys of the City of Bos- ton. Things began to happen shortly af- ter the Pine Tree Stater ' s entrance into the land of the bean and the cod. The four hundred evoluted in regulation open order at his mere Sesame. But studies were not neglected. Quite the contrary. Long after the last bugle calls had lulled the coast defence forces to sleep, the victim of this outline of history, (pardon, Mr. Wells,) might be visible in a sequestered nook of the College Li- brary his mind aflame at the characterizations of Arabian Nights. Last even- ing we came upon him absorbed in the final pages of the Summa of St. Thomas. Contrast the two works and you will conclude, as we have done, that the evolu- tion is complete, that the boy has become the man. Between Freshman and Senior, wal, as George explains, he merely visited churches, art museums, and classic operas. By this time you will be wondering at the significance of the quotation donated to the Sub Turri by Mr. Pope. In brief, it may be said that Sancho Pan- za ' s benediction on the man who first invented f 5 sleep is the very cornerstone of George ' s philoso- (™I phy of life. But, presently, at Sanford, George Henry Drown, A.B., will alight to journey home- ward in the old democrat escorted by the village in two other vehicles. The Bay State ' s loss will be the Pine Tree State ' s gain. And — lest we for- get, old timer, — Maroon is for hearts that are loyal, whose devotion is B. C. ' s might. Iv Page seventy WILLIAM BERNARD DUFFY Night is the time for toil; To plough the classic field, Intent to find the buried spoil Its wealthy furrows yield; Till all is ours that sages taught, That poets sang or heroes ivrought. — Montgomery. Lawrence High School, 1919; Mar- quette 1, 2; Fulton 3; Sub Turri Photo Editor. Due to Lawrence, our class was aug- mented and enhanced by the charming blonde whose visage adorns this page. For four years he has wended his way together with four more members of the Class of ' 23 from that far-away city in order that he might glean a few atoms of knowledge from the Jesuit Ratio Studiorum. Bill, as he is known to all his friends, is a real collegian. In fact when he strolled about the campus in his own quiet, unassuming manner, one would think that one of those fascinating creatures from a Hart, Schaffner Marx style book had become vitalized.- This demeanor produced, according to his fellow commuters, a marvellous effect upon the fair sex who were wont to ride on the trains that tooted their way from Lawrence to Boston. It appears that Bill practised the old saying that variety is the spice of life, and consequently he was the Beau Brummel of the Lawrence B. C. men. The above, however, consists in mere hearsay concerning his outside activities. In scholastic work Bill was a high ranking scholar, possessing that Sterling quality which has conquered empires and obtained the first cup of coffee at Wellington ' s Lunch — namely persist- ency in surmounting any obstacle that may impede his attainment of a certain object. He was never too forward, but always when called upon for an opinion, he presented a very logical argument. In addition, his sunny disposition, charming man- ner, genial good fellowship blending and harmon- izing perfectly caused him to be a most pleasant companion and a welcome addition to any gath- ering. As to his future, we do not dare venture to prophesy but with all his accomplishments, suc- cess cannot escape him. e AMEfUCSNlZfl Page seventy-one EDWARD C. DULLEA Labor is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest. — Tupper. Boston Latin School, ' 19; Yarsitv Football 1, 2, 3; Marquette 2; Ful- ton 3, 4; Vice-President of Class 2; Circulation Manager Heights, 3, 4 ; Secretary of A. A., 4; Sub Turri. Ordinarily, when a college boy sub- jects himself to the rigors of football, we are likely to suspect that, besides his love for Alma Mater, there is another love who leads him on. But Ned plays the game for one reason only, and to the utter exclusion of the so-called eternal feminine. Football, in the very nature of things, became his avocation, and class- work, undisturbed by phantasy, was his pleasure. But we must present the man himself. Taking his outstanding physical as- pects, he is rather prominent in the region of the chest, his neck is obese, short, scarcely permitting the insertion of a collar under a severe chin. His face usu- ally wears an expression of extreme gravity, as of one pondering great things, the weight of which, as it were, has drawn his head down. Yet, a joke, a witti- cism , striking his ear rushes him into a state of ecstasy, his quiet thoughts being blasted by his own terrific cachinnations, gravity fleeing the brow before a wide, bare grin that threatens to o ' erlap the ears. It is difficult to conjecture what Ned will be doing some years from now. A scribe? Perhaps. A barrister? Quien Sabe? We like to imagine a man of his virility hacking j£t£?m. his way through the interlaced growth of tropical isles in search of freebooters ' gold; or riding be- hind a dog team into the blizzard with venison for isolated settlements. We ' ll hazard one pre- diction before we make an end — namely, Ned will not reach thirty in a condition of single blessed- ness. For love, combat it as you will, is almost inevitable as death and cometh to every man soon or late — even to the grave that shun the fair. Page seventy-two THOMAS G. ECCLES ' ' Strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Methuen High School, 1918; Mar- quette 2; Fulton 3, 4; Secretary 4; Lecture Team 4; Glee Club 3, 4; Heights 3, 4; Assignment Editor 4; Drive Speaker 2; Sub.Turri Editor- in-Chief. Undoubtedly our genial Lawrencian had in mind those striking words of Ten- nyson as quoted above, when he an- nounced to the class that Tom Eccles was to edit what has proven to be the most literary year-book to leave these Gothic Heights. Surely, if ever there was need of one strong in will; one who had striven and so knew what it was to strive; one who had sought and retained the fruit of his seeking; it was in the office that has been so splendidly and successfully fulfilled by our gentle and faithful editor. There is, however, an incident in this scribe ' s notoriously meritorious career, that has aided materially in making this book something more than a possibility, a highly creditable reality. It was, and still is, Tom ' s insatiable appetite for fish cakes and beans. As he approaches the counter in a restaurant not far distant from the South Station, a waiter cries out : Two brownies ' mid a thousand afloat. Yet, this book is but a single achievement in his collegiate career. He was a ranking scholar throughout his entire course; he contributed largely to making the Heights a real college weekly; he mounted the rostrum in Sopho- more to appeal for funds for Alma Mater in her great drive, and as a Senior on the Fulton lecture teams, he enlightened his contemporaries on the various vital issues of the day; social functions ever received his loyal support; every sport found him enthusiastic and true to Maroon and Gold. To him the Class of ' 23 is indebted for this unique production; for it, we laud him and extend to him our gratitude. Never has he failed in scholarly endeavor; may his work in after life be equally as fruitful and creditable. Page seventy-three JOHN ALOYSIUS ECKER Music, where soft voices die, Lingers in the memory. — SHELLEY. Boston College High School, 1919; President, Radio Club 3, 4; Glee 1, 2, 3, 4; President 4; Heights 4. Johnny Ecker is a living proof of the axiom that It isn ' t the size that counts. For Johnny, though he boasts but a mere five feet four or so, has shown that his capability is not to be considered as com- mensurate with his corporeal dimensions. Would you learn of his attainments? Then we would first refer you to the annals of the Musical Club of the Col- lege. There his name is written in letters of gold, for he has indeed contributed more than an ordinary share to the suc- cess that has crowned the efforts of our choristers on the Heights. Excellence is never granted to man but as the reward of labor, and Johnny ' s perseverance in the cause of Orpheus brought fitting recompense when he was placed high amid the tuneful quire as President of the Musical Club. But he has given us other reasons to remember him than because of his fame as a songster, for when you think of radio, you think of John Ecker. Since the very inception of the Radio Club, he has been one of the most proficient ex- ponents of the science of wooing sweet sounds from the ethereal expanse. Here also has his competent skill been recognized, for he has been the chief sparker during his Junior and Senior years, and to his activity can be ascribed in no small measure, the prominence that has been won by our radio station in the world of wave-lengths. How might we describe him? A Lilliputian in size — a Polyphemus in ability; equally at home when tuning a merry lay or a variable condenser; quick to smile and sense the sunny side of life; a serious student and a faithful friend — a real B. C. man. N STAT, A B! Page seventy-four EDMUND VINCENT ELSTON Don ' t ever ride me. — Alofen Pill. Boston Latin High School, 1919; Student A. A. 4; Sub Turri; Assist- ant Manager, Baseball, 1, 2, 3; Baseball Manager 4. Another distinction claimed by the skidoo class is that of having men whose records in classics and athletics furnish a living testimony to the compatibility of study and sport. Besides Jerry Coughlin, who undoubtedly is one of the brightest as well as the youngest students and foot- ball managers the College has ever had, there is Ed Elston whose never failing powers of memory and concentration would have marked their owner as a pos- sessor of the golden key if such were to be had at Boston College. Where does the sport come in? Anyone who knows college baseball and the manifold duties of a student managerie can readily supply an answer. For Ed sure could manage anything. After three years of drudgery as an assistant, he took things in his own hands and wielded the rod of authority throughout a most favorable season. Among other talents he de- veloped an air of grave importance such as is found only in men of similar high positions, such as Lenine and Trotsky, for instance. In addition to the activities mentioned heretofore, Ed took Pedagogy. Then too, Ed is working on a new volume of jokes mostly pluperfect or future perfect. He demanded that the Sub Turri print a few specimens in his baseball writeup but the rewrite staff thought too highly of the year book which is supposed to exclude antiques. What we started out to say is that Ed can man- age anything. We think that we know someone who may qualify this assertion. So far, at all events, Ed has the enviable possession of worldly experience coupled with remarkable self-confi- dence and ideals of stability. What more then, must he need whose guiding hand is required to give order to a community or to navigate the whirling eddies of a State? £L Page seventy-five CHARLES F. X. ENGLEWALD Blest who can unconcern dly find Hours, days and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind. Quiet by day, Sound asleep by night — — Pope. Boston College High School, 1919; Track 1; Band 4. A glance at the long list of martyrs who have made the voyage to Lake Street via Brookline Village reveals among the most prominent the name of Englewald. And Charlie can truly be called a martyr, for from his Freshman days he has been perhaps the most long suffering of those who have run the gauntlet of treading toes and shiftless Boston bags. Yet in- convenience is not without its recompense. The last minute arrival of the deceptive cheese boxes enabled Charlie to develop his wind by chasing the minutes up the Avenoo to gain the classroom by 9.30. All of which shows that patience is its own reward, for said wind stood its pos- sessor in good stead when Charles conceived the novel idea of wasting it through a huge horn in the band. We purposely pass over, as our old friend Cicero would say, all mention of the prominent part which the warmer variety of oxy- gen played in Charles ' discussion in the Fulton. Men of genius are said to have their talents written all over them. Consequently, we do not feel obliged to summarize our learned friend ' s failings here. But in all seriosity, we have come to know Charles, not merely as a real modern he-man, but as a student whose academic duties are recognized and ful- filled as such without ostentatious note-taking or inordinate cramming. Especially in the pious ob- ligations, which the world of today is sadly in- clined to take lightly, we find him in the fore- most ranks of those who truly appreciate the sig- nificance of the ethical ought. He is above all, another of that legion of sons whom Boston Col- lege is proud to call her own. A greater testi- monial no man could desire. So let us wish him dl the success which his well balanced college career has prefigured. Page seventy-six FRANCIS E. FALVEY Happiness consists of activity; such is the constitution of our nature; it is a run- ning stream, and not a stagnant pool. Boston College High School, 1919 When Francis opened his eyes in 1902, the first impressions that were transmit- ted to his tabula rasa, were those of Bunker Hill, State Prison, Boston Navy Yard and other famous landmarks of that select northern section of Boston that lies adjacent to the northern end of Warren Bridge. Thirteen years later, with telescope in hand Francis climbed to the top of Bun- ker Hill monument and looking through his elongated glass, espied the towers on the Heights. Whereupon he rushed to take up studies under the Jesuit Fathers, and so in 1919 we see him, having expended much labor and received his di- ploma at the old B. C. buildings on James Street, marching up the gravel walk, (and getting pebbles, no doubt, in his low-cuts. ) This youth has demonstrated, during his four years in the Eagle ' s nest, that he is a fledging of exceptional merit. We all know that a being is known by( the properties. Now Frank ' s consistent action in obtaining marks of excellent rank, is only a minor detail of his usual well-balanced activities. At all times we have observed him to be courteous towards others and at the same time firm in upholding his views. He will be remembered by grateful associates as one who was always ready to review or clarify a the- sis for them as the doleful period of exams ap- proached. An already busy, busy world will soon have to acknowledge that fact that Frank is in it and he means business. Four years ' contact with him convinces us that Frank should be a top-heavy fav- orite in the coming battle. Page seventy-seven MYLES J. FINNEGAN You can ' t beat the Irish. — Trianduite. Howe High School. 1919; Band 2, 3, 4; Glee Club 1, 2, 4; Marquette 2; Radio Club 3, 4; Fulton 4. After an exhaustive study of Ireland ' s history from Saint Patrick down to the year of Our Lord 1919, Myles decided to emulate the deeds of his ancestry. To Holy Cross he journeyed upon his grad- uation from Billerica High, Grammar, and Kindergarten School. But Myles was not satisfied with Holy Cross for reasons which he has as yet failed to re- veal. Yet, he was not to be defeated in his ambition, for he next migrated over the new cement-padded state road from Billerica Four Corners to University Heights. Here he made himself heard in his first year by joining the Musical Clubs, and in his Junior year he decided to become the singing biologist. While Myles drives his tractor, ' tis said, the more logical of his neighbors could scarce distinguish between the notes of Myles and the rattle of the motor. If Myles perseveres in his medical intent, it is believed by some that his singing will be on par with Nitrus Oxide, thereby saving him the expense of anesthetizing outfits in his office. But Myles sang his way into the hearts of his fellow classmates, and we believe he could brighten up any corner with his musical jazz. Myles might think that we are spoofing but he is a most likeable fellow, having a cheery word for everyone when others are in trouble. _ e _ L As a classicist and philosopher, he never quite succeeded in setting the world on fire, but he did set several blazes of the brush variety. Still, in the toiling land of care, Myles will live unforget- table as being one of those who sponsors the motto : To do the best is in you, and he does that well. Page seventy-eight RAYMOND A. FITZPATRICK Wit and humor belong to Genius alone. — Don Quixote. Brockton High School, 1918; Stylus 4. Raymond A. Fitzpatrick, for such is his title, came to Boston College during the past year. Like most other natives of the shoe city, he had yet to hear his own voice in the musical clubs, debating so- cieties, or in the journalistic offices. This lack of participation seems deplorable. For many moons Fitz even evaded having his picture taken for the Sub Turri. This is noteworthy in that when the other fellows, notably Mike Dolan and Jack Lyons, invaded Champlain ' s, the police had to rope off a safety zone around the cameras. But bygones are exactly such. He must have been a wide and profound reader, with plenty of taste for the sensational in art and science. We can picture him plodding away beneath an arc light with his favorite authors set before him. Bernard Shaw, Tolstoi, and what ' s this? Oh, yes, Ibsen. On the shelf are piled the lives of the heretics in twenty folio volumes. And to complete the studious atmosphere, there lies Gibbons ' Rome. Well, Ray, we are thoroughly convinced of two things in your regard. First, you would have qualified as a charter member of Ford ' s liberals had you been in college at the formation of that rite. Secondly, if you will regard speech as being not altogether unworthy of a scholar of your latent ability, you will one day astonish the world with a revelation of the golden thoughts which you now keep hidden beneath your shroud of silence. ' Page seventy-nine JOHN P. FLAVIN Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. — Shakespeare. Marquette 2; Fulton 3, 4; Presi- dent 4; Lecture Team 4; Intercol- legiate Team 4; Heights Managing Editor 4; Editor-in-Chief 4; Sub TURRI. Many of our great American statesmen, inventors, financiers, and business men have favored the rural districts by hav- ing lived in them, loved them, and died in them. If living in the rural districts is a criterion of greatness, or an omen of future fame, then Johnny, certainly, has a future ahead of him which may well be viewed through rose colored glasses. An ambitious chap is John, always with an eye on the future, always seeking ways and means to replenish his scattered fortunes, and always planning plans extraordinary. Think, not, therefore, that John looks not upon the softer side of life. The pal of Keyes, and Obie, and Lash has been a pal to everyone, a popular student and a friend of friends. Oh, by the way, says John, I ' m having a little party at my house next week, won ' t you come down? How often have we heard that salutation and always with a thrill, for Johnnys parties are incomparable! And among those present were: — well, when you gazed at the gathering, you were never disappointed; your heart missed an explosion or two, but you were certain never to miss a party out at Hersey Place. Why, that ' s where we met — but no matter you wouldn ' t know anyway, and ours was not the only case of i . ■. an extended friendship arising from a visit to the 1£L wilds of Quincy. Consequently we owe the Gran- ite City a debt for sending John into our midst. Many of our College activities have been directed by him, and our judgment has been that these in- door sports have been conducted brilliantly, cap- ably, popularly, and fairly. Page eighty JOHN M. FLYNN There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. — Shakespeare. Boston College High School, 1919 St. Thomas and Suarez had better look to their laurels as philosophers, for from the hills of Somerville comes a long-leg- ged champion of the oft disputed, yet ever staunchly defended Aristotelean Philosophy. With the physical build of a gridiron giant, and the colossal intellect of all wizardry, John looms up menacingly to all modern foes of scholasticism. The very embodiment of spiritual, physical, and moral genius; he stands in his shirt sleeves in the little tower house in Som- erville. There, between spasms of philosophical endeavor he flags the trains and speeds them on their way. Only once, we understand, did he fall asleep at the switch, but that was in Montreal where blizzards and trains for home wait for no man. Although only a Freshman in Mis diebus, John stoutly defended his position from the ethical standpoint; the faculty relented and John has lived to see the day when he could smother the Senior professors beneath a barrage of objections, and do this with absolute impunity. Early in his prep school days, John manifested an undaunted spirit, mingled with a kindliness of manner toward all his associates. He will be best remem- bered by the Class as a man who could finish an exam while the oppressed around him were look- ing in vain for a point of attack. Several near riots occurred in Senior when the subject of this biography strode majestically from the hall attended by the applause of the multitude. But none of us is perfect. And many a time we have smoked his last cigar- ette, while he bit his fingernails in desperation as the delicate perfume irritated his nostrils. John, old man, to know the heart of you is enough. Your virtues are manifest. Keep up the good work thus far done, and your devil may care swagger will capture the world as it has captured the Class of ' 23. W Page eighty-one EDWARD F. FOGERTY 0 wad some power the giftie gie ws To see ourseVs as ithers see us! ' ' — Burns. Rockland High School. 1919 This magnetic son of Rockland has been wondering what we have been think- ing of his charm and winning mannerisms for the past four years. Now, Ed, the writer is hard put to dash off his thoughts about you, because he knows so little of you. Of course, the Editor should not have assigned me to such a task; but he could not help himself, since he realized that I knew a little more about you than your next door neighbor. And why? Simply because you were one of our many two-thirtyites who steamed away from the Heights at the close of class and showed up next morning in time to wipe the perspiration from your brow. You were to a certain degree an unfortunate individual, for yours was the unique facility of incurring another ' s blame. A jinx invariably perched himself on your broad shoulders, and when things went blooey in the classroom you had to do some tall explaining, hey, Ed? However, you were a man of your own convictions even though you were at times hilarious in them. For the information of those of you who are unacquainted with Ed ' s means of diversion, in secret we tell you that he worked for a footclothier in Rockland. He was employed in the gentlemen ' s department and never did he receive a kick on any sale which he made. There is a rumor about Rockland Square that Ed has entered the service of the United Fruit Company in Cuba. If we are correctly informed; then bandana days are in store for this youth. We wish him luck and urge him to keep out of the hot Cuban sun. rice HUTCHINSf SHOES Page eighty-two FRANCIS LEO FORD Of laughter, love, and life he sings, The Muses down from heav ' n he brings. Boston College High School, 1917; Stylus 1, 2, 3, 4; Editor-in-Chief of Stylus 4; Sub Turri; Liberal Club 3, 4; Class Poet. For four years Frank has delighted us with his poetry. He is the Stylus bard who has no peer. As Editor-in-chief of the Stylus he has achieved his ambition to make it a magazine extraordinary, lit- erary, and truly aristocratic. But do not picture him, reader, clad in a sheepskin, stretched beneath a shady tree, blowing pleasing notes from a hollow reed. Rather see him as he really is — a man of high ideals, a spiritual alchemist, who transmutes into spiritual gold our thoughts and dreams. When Frank was graduated from Boston College High School in 1917, the war prevented his entering Boston College. But I will go through college if it takes me until I ' m forty-five years young, he then vowed. He forced Fortune to smile upon him, and after two years in the world, with some of the corners rubbed off, he enrolled in the Class of ' 23. Latin and Greek had a two year lead on him, no mean handicap. But he overtook them. He was a philosopher long before he entered Junior and therefore, he devoted his time to writing poetry. He will long be remembered by the students of Pedagogy, and if his plans _ gs  W6k succeed, he will be thrice blessed by the coming gen- eration as the man who advocates schools in which there will be no examinations, no diplomas, nor de- grees awarded. He is a charter member, and one of the two surviving members of the Liberal Club. The Editor of the Sub Turri will never be quite able to put a limit on his appreciation of the manner in which Frank and his playmates cooperated in mak- ing the book whatever success it might be. But we wonder and wonder: When Frank is gone who will give Davis permission to speak? Who will defend the proletariat against the Class plutocrats? And who will sing as Frank has sung of laughter, love and life? Page eighty-three OWEN A. GALLAGHER Musa, mihi causas memora — Vergil. Boston College High School, 1919; Dramatics 1; Baseball 1, 2; Basket- ball 1, 4; Class President 2, 3; Ful- ton 3, 4; President 4; Intercollegiate Debate 4; Chairman, Senior-Smoker; Sub Turri ; Oratorical Contest Win- ner; Senior-Junior Debate 3. 4; Class Orator, Whatever may have been the traditional formulae by which writers of great themes have called upon the divinities for in- spiration, at all events, all ye Muses, con- sider yourselves invoked. For the pres- ent scribe knoweth full well the inade- quacy of his talents in treating of the em- inent and eloqu ent Owen A. Gallagher. We say eminent, for was he not the illus- trious pilot of 1923 throughout Sopho- more and Junior? His biography dur- ing those two years is the history of the Class for that eventful period. His activities are those of the various sections, until finally the last lap to Senior- dom revealed a single unit welded from units. It was the oratorical contest of 1922 that marked the climax of Owen ' s career. With a delivery unexcelled in the history of collegiate oratory, the Junior President proved his superiority over a group of speakers who had met and conquered all comers in the intercol- legiate forum. At our Senior smoker, we beheld Chairman Gallagher making the B. C. spirit irresistibly contagious to all present, conducting himself in the meantime with all the ease and grace of a Chesterfield. Somehow or other, we feel assured that Owen is to enter Law School immediately after receiving his A.B. His scholastic ability speaks well for his fu- ture successes. But what is of paramount import- ance to Church and State is the character of the citi- zen. In Owen A. Gallagher there is being gradu- ated a man upright, dutiful and sincere. His loyalty and sense of justice are characteristic of those whose personal integrity constitute the proudest chapters in the history of the American Bar. ty J U Page eighty-four JOSEPH D. GALVIN Ros — His hair is of a good colour. Cel — An excellent colour. — As You Like It. Boston College High School, 1919. It is true that Cleopatra had red hair but what, we ask you, has Cleopatra to do with Joe Galvin? Echo, almost im- mediately, answers nothing. What ' s Cleopatra to him or he to Cleopatra? The answer to this is the same as in para- graph one, sentence two. Granted that the young lady of the Nile had red hair and that Joe is inclined the same way, it remains for us to twang the lyre for the young man from Canton, Mass., the home of Chinese restaurants. Shakespeare did as much for Mrs. Pha- roah and did fairly well — considering that he was only an innkeeper and not a college graduate. First of all, Joe is red-haired. Pardon us if we may have mentioned that detail before, but it stands out so conspicuously to professors and classmates alike that it deserves most honorable mention. We know that three hundred and ninety-seven recitations that fell Joe ' s lot in four years, so happened because an undecided professor let his eyes stray about the room and was hypnotized by his fiery locks. It is pleasing to be able to record also that with very few exceptions, Joe was able to respond in the low, many-brave-hearts-are-asleep-in-the-deep voice that has been the envy of Al Bedard and other perspiring bassos. What is surprising about Gal is that one so modest and quiet-mannered could be so universally known and popular among his fellow-students. Be- sides studies — and Joe was one of our deepest di- vers in Philosophy — his only activities were the so- dality and the K. of C. Club. Anyone who can win solid esteem in a manner as unpretentious and gentlemanly as Joe ' s already has a promissory note on success. Page eighty-five THOMAS EDMUND GARRITY Philosophy will clip an angel ' s wings. Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine — Keats. Cambridge Latin School, 1919; Hockey 1, 2, 3. 4; Captain 4; Ath- letic Editor Stylus 3, 4; Dramatics 1 : Vice-President Athletic Associa- tion 4; Sub Turri 4. Here is the only man in the Senior Class who can express his philosophy in a single sentence: Sell him the idea. And Ed has sold more ideas than a peckful. For instance, he has sold more Pictorial Reviews to shy stenographers and debutantes of the pencil than any regular back-door demonstrator. Ed also urges a terrific puck, and has played on all the hockey teams which are worth mentioning, since the Boston College campus usurped the territory of Newton. He captained the greatest little array of spitfires that ever barked shins in the Boston Arena, and he was the inspiration that forced the best of the Canadian invaders to content themselves with short ends. To keep in trim between hockey seasons, Ed wrote the sports for the Stylus with a swagger and a twist as in- dividual as it was fascinating. Socially, T. Edmund votes in Belmont, the home of spring water and Puritan platitudes. He calls college Karlage; he says father like George Olesen, stressing the five r ' s. Talking from the side of his mouth, he discourages all unjust aggression, and strides along two yards at a step. He has a voice that will fit in any fairly bal- anced quartet, justifies the existence of dress suits by filling one to perfection, and can lift his patent leather oxfords with the best of the aesthetic contor- tionists. We have no fear for Ed. Nature planed him with too smooth a grain to be the purchaser of oil stocks or golden cobbles. We shall always run to our back doors after graduation whenever we hear some sweetly syllabled voice ring out with the strain, Good morning, Madame. We shall expect to find there Ed doing his stuff with the same old im- pregnable line. Page eighty-six RENE GINGRAS What passion cannot Music raise and quell? — Dryden. Lynn Classical High School, 1919; Fulton 3, 4; Heights 3, 4; Oratori- cal Contest 4. Some time since, before crowns and coronets had been converted into less im- posing articles of hardware, it was the custom of ambitious song-birds to give free concerts in the royal households looking to the bestowal of kingly patron- age. As times have changed, the present generation of aspirants have turned to the college choral unit as a means to enter- ing professional company. Our friend, Rene, is one of these later day trouba- dours compelled by political vicissitudes to join a glee club. And thereby hangs a tale. If we remember aright, he was selected from among Professor Burke ' s artistes to put forth the college ' s supreme vocal effort in one of her grandest moments. It was the day that we welcomed Marshal Foch and not only did Rene sing, but he rendered the stirring Marseil- laise with such fire that the soldier ' s eyes flashed, and indeed, Rene impressed us so that we prophesied his success, should ever his melody reach the ears of an impressario. Aside from being a singer, Rene is a clever debater; an apt mind in scrutin- izing the subtleties of Psychology theses; and one of the most useful men in the sanctum of the Heights. To one who knows him, he is the quintessence of amiability. He is a rigorist in matters of conscience and would not smite a mosquito unless he had con- clusive proof that the insect had lit on him. Punc- tilious, fastidious, of strong sense and delicate sensi- bility, he is the superlative gentilhomme. We wish Rene good fortune as he steps down the familiar path as a Bachelor of Arts. We know that some evening, when we are passing through Hunting- ton Avenue, we shall see his picture on the bill- boards of Symphony Hall. And after we have gone in and listened till the last liquid note dies in the recesses of the room, we shall rush to greet Rene — and help him rake the flowers off the stage. Page eighty-seven GEORGE F. GORMLEY ' ' Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth. There are no birds in last years nest. — Longfellow. Goddard Seminary; Baseball. Once upon a time there lived at Uni- versity Heights a youth who answered to the name of George Gormley, but his friends and companions, not liking the cognomen that had been thrust upon him, so to speak, rechristened him Gitch, and from that day to this he has been naught else to us. And as his original name had been thrust upon him, so too was greatness thrust upon him. For his friends, seeing in him all the qualities that go to make any politician useful to the community, looked about for a place where he might develop those qualities to the fullest extent. Now there is in the thriving hamlet of Dorchester, a com- munity which is designated by the misleading title of Cedar Grove. Cedar Grove, mv children, is not a picnic ground, nor yet a park or a zoo, or a palatial mansion. It is Cedar Grove, as devoid of life as the chair upon which you sit. Nevertheless, the machine got busy and Gitch was made the Mayor of Cedar Grove. He was duly inaugurated at the Gas Works Ball at the bungalow on Copen Street. At College, dear children, Gitch has been the most popular of men. He is very collegiate, we regret, and was one day detected with open galoshes. Gitch has been on the football and base- ball squads, and no move was made in checkers with- out him. ' Tis rumored that the pride of Cedar Grove and Peabody Square has become enamored of a fair Dorchester damsel. No doubt, they will live jGoooftRo) s 111 happily ever after. So long, Gitch, or as the L. 1 rl French would have it, Olive Oil. Page eighty-eight GEORGE JOSHUA MARIA GRANT Abnormis sapiens. — Horace. Boston College High School. 1919. The name of Grant has played an al- mighty part in the affairs of the American Commonwealth. First in the order of time, we studied about the great leader of the Civil War period. Then came G. W. Grant, the late lamented president of the Boston Braves. But neither of these men surpassed in careless audacity that relic of our college years, George Joshua Grant, member extraordinary of the Class of ' 23. We have always maintained that when a man persists in wearing to class at one time, a pink corduroy vest with an orange ribbon tie, and without any consideration whatsoever, adds insult to injury by reversing the color scheme on the ensuing day, then the laws providing capital punishment are not half severe enough for such a malefactor. O temporal mores! We wonder if the Pine Tree State has any more native sons like unto George J. At Biology, he proved himself a prodigy, and after having used up all the feline population within a day ' s airplane cruise from Newton, he imported countless cargoes of rats and other wild beasts from the wilds of Maine. We took out our horoscope the other night and scanned the heavens for some tell-tale signs of George ' s destiny. Years have passed, George is the M. D. of the countryside with a buggy, old Dobbin, and all the fixin ' s. His dibs, the Doctor, is a twentieth century re- reincarnation of Sir Roger de Coverly, with such a mirthful cast in his behavior, that he is rather be- loved than esteemed. We got no further, for just then the sun leaped from the eastern nothingness and obliterated the field of our speculation. And, so, George, may the radiant sunshine of the coming years be the rewarding sequence of your years of devotion to scientific pursuits. I WONDER. IF I CAN Page eighty-nine JOSEPH GERARD GREEN The stars are cold and blue and clear, And fairies seem to play Upon the ivaves and ' midst the rocks Where vagrant moonbeams stray. ' Boston College High School, 1919; Glee Club; Baseball. Mr. Daniels? Why yes sir, this is ' Joe ' Green. Join the Atlantic Fleet? What, war with Germany? Yes, indeed, sir. Goodby, sir. Oh, boy, oh joy, where do we go from here? A few hours later, and Joe Green, varsity diamond star of Boston College High, was trundling down to the Navy Yard not far from his home to where the battle-wagons rode at anchor on the eve- ning tide. Aboard the destroyer Bush they put him, but as news travelled slowly to Potsdam because of the rigid allied censorship, it was not until some moons later that the German war lords learned of Joe ' s presence in the U. S. Navy, and straightway they staged a revolution and sought peace. Shattered were Joe ' s dreams of swinging his hammock in the lee of the Kiel Canal, but that disappointment failed to interfere in the slightest with his enjoyment of the romantic life on the ocean blue where water, water everywhere and an occasional reef with its seething surge, constitute the entry in every day ' s log. Honorably discharged from service, friend Joe de- cided that there was still a lot to be learned, so he swung about and shoved off on a four years ' cruise with the Class of ' 23. We shall miss your merry laugh, shipmate, and also your daily greeting, not to mention your song. May your popularity and success among us j be a foreshadowing of your coming record in the j-ift crule, crule world into which we all are going. hen May your pathway be as smooth as the quarter- ON Rr , f deck of the Bush, and my your heart remain as c free from care as the day when you answered the p call of the sea. Page ninety JOHN FRANCIS HEAPHY To owe an obligation to a worthy friend is happiness. — Chanon. Beverly High School, 1918; Foot- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; S. A. T. C; Captain- elect 3, 4; Press Club 3, 4. And so the Class of ' 23 is happy; be- cause in its number is one Jack Heaphy, a worthy friend to all whose pleasure it has been to have made his acquaintance; a loyal son of Boston; a scholar who is wont to succeed; a sterling athlete who has won the praise of friend and foe alike. ' Tiger Jack — for such is he known to us all — has won our esteem and the favor of al l his team-mates. Twice was he hon- ored with the captaincy of the eleven and twice did he resign; once to devote his efforts entirely to scholastic routine, and again to give way to the man who earned the honor by his work the season I loafed. In 1921 Jack did not don the uniform, but as the autumn of ' 22 approached, we saw him back in his togs and sweatshirt, snapping the pigskin to the sturdy Darling. Such has been the color- ful career of this spirited, courageous, lordly linesman. It is the invincible, in- superable, indomitable; the clean, honest, chivalrous Jack Heaphy, who has won the love and praise of all true sportsmen. To your fellowmen, Jack Heaphy, you are not only a defensive player in a superlative degree, a power in the offense, a center who has met no peer; but more than that, you are a man among men; loyal to your friends, true to your purposes and ideals, diligent and untiring in your efforts; just and fair in your dealings with all; devoted to your Alma Mater, and steadfast in her defense. It is with pleasure that the Class of ' 23 wishes you good fortune and success in that greater game of life in which you are destined to play. May the consistent successes which have marked your sojourn with us during these happy four years, be symbolic of your every achieve- ment in that larger sphere. Page ninety-one FRANCIS JOSEPH HICKEY He is truly great who is little in his own eyes, and counteth for nothing all the heights of honor. — Thomas A. Kempis. Sodality 1, 2, 3, 4; Promoter of the League of Sacred Heart; K. of C. Club 3, 4; Fulton Debating 3, 4; Class Historian. Frank Hickey won the Junior Philoso- phy medal but it is his protean gifts that impress us most strongly. As one who uses the Narrow Gauge R. R. for trans- portation, four years ' practice have given him first rank even among the old-time commuters. For the benefit of those who have never ridden on the Narrow Gauge, we must explain that regular patrons are liable to call at any time for odd tasks; Frank, originally cast as a passenger, has served with distinction as brakeman, en- gineer, emergency track-clearer, the man who tries to lift the window for the wo- man across the aisle, chief lantern swinger, telegraph despatcher, in fact Frank has played every part except that of the kindly, old lady whose upsettable stomach invariably causes her to faint on the third mile of the journey. And Frank could fill this role only — as another Winthropite explained to us — he could do it, he can do anything, that boy, he has the talent and the ambition but somehow he ain ' t got the right kind of a stomach. To this light-hearted youth life is a merry proposition and a serious problem. Examinations are necessary evils and also exciting gambles. But in this case the gamble was a sure thing — provided that isn ' t a contradiction in terms. A more loyal and faithful supporter of college activities could not be found. During football especially, he showed a talent for higher mathe- matics, but the odds were correct, judging by his bankroll. With such a combination of talents, it seems like gilding the lily to wish him success but here goes. L -|jpp — mf Page ninety-two JOHN EDWARD HUSSEY Give thy thoughts no tongue. Arlington High School, 1919 The person for present discussion is the genial, auburn-haired John Hussey from the rustic province of Arlington. Prompted by the characteristic modesty, which was one of his attributes, John al- ways seemed to exert himself in shunning the limelight as much as possible; never- theless, he could not help but become prominent with the happy, carefree, dis- position which so greatly endeared him to his classmates. John had the happy faculty of being able to turn everything into a joke; in fact, most of our efforts were directed to- ward discovering whether or not he was ever serious — and, incidentally, we, his beloved classmates, would feel highly pleased if John would be serious just long enough to explain his reasons for abandoning that cute little mustache that he used to display at the beginning of his Senior year. John has one weak point which we are compelled to mention. He loves to drive automobiles. Not for this smiling youth are the roller skates of Memphis, the bicycles of the Revere race track, or the high-spirited horses of the Russian Cossacks. With spurning disdain he disregards any form of locomotion other than a high-powered motor car, with plenty of oil and gas, with which he is able to do a mile in nothing flat — almost. We do not yet know just what paths John will follow, but whatever they are, we will carry with us the memory of John as a cheery, good-natured, and keen-witted companion whom we hope will carry the sunshine of his .nature to many others, and thus be the means of brightening their ways day by day in every way. Page ninety-three FRANCIS A. JORDAN By this face This seeming brow of justice, did he win The hearts of all that he did angle for? — Shakespeare. Boston College High School, 1919 Francis Albert Jordan, generally known as Ben, hails from the famous city of Waltham as his mannerism plainly shows. He first came into prominence at Boston College High School where he prepared for his entrance into Boston College, and incidentally became a member of D. H. D. In his Freshman year Ben was con- tent to pursue the even tenor of his way, but in the following year he realized his life ' s ambition, when he saw his picture accompanied by a writeup in the Waltham News. However, he had to fall out of a second-story window and through the lower one to secure such coveted fame. From the thrilling account of the ac- cident we learn of Ben ' s popularity with the Waltham Knights of Columbus, as an athlete and a good sport. While a Junior he won the medal for excellence in Political Economy, which fact augurs well for his success in the financial world. Once you have met Ben you will never forget him, and the memory of his wonderful laugh will always bring a broad smile upon one ' s face in the years to come. A good student and an excellent companion, generous to a fault, kind-hearted and good-natured, we have always found Ben to be a real Prince of Good Fellows. A combination of such qualities will surely be the means of affording him unlimited progress in the industrial world. Page ninety-four ARTHUR W. KANE How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. — Shakespeare. Boston College High School, 1919; Band; Orchestra. For four years now there has been in our midst this calm and capable fellow, Art Kane. Art was never a fellow who boasted of what he had done, but was always ready to render aid and to put his shoulder to the task that must be accomplished. He was a friend to all, and and stood high in the estimation and pop- ularity of his classmates. He was one of those fellows who are content to let things come and go and never worry about the future. To him it was always, the present. With this philosophy of life Art marched along with us during his college days. Steady and reliable in class, he was never in the clutches of the law; but was always to be depended upon for good results. It seemed with just a little more effort something really brilliant would undoubtedly have been forthcoming. However, Art seemed content to hide any such accomplishments. Never to be considered in that class of bold, assertive chaps, he was supremely happy in his own retiring way. Art, throughout his whole career in college was one of the leaders and mainstays of the Musi- cal Clubs. He played four years in the band and orchestra and his all-round ability to play differ- ent instruments made him one of the big noises. What his future life work is to be, we cannot state, but we are assured that some day all the good things he has hidden from us will be re- vealed to the world at large. Then when this lid of his modesty is pried off the treasury of natural ability, shall we see Art, the real Art Kane. Page ninety-five DANIEL LESLIE KELLEHER He ' s on the square, so we can ' t object to the corners. Brockton H igh School, 1919; Glee Club 1. Lake Street — all change! Dan woke up with a start mumbling something about those joy killers who delight at tearing others from the arms of Morpheus. Besides being prominent in Sleeping Circles, Dan is known for the size of his shoes. However, that may be, a man who has for four long years travelled to the University Heights from Brockton, must have covered some ground. Dan possesses a voice that reminds us of the milk they serve in the lunch-room. It ' s strong at the beginning but gradually weakens until it has a lullaby effect at the end. That he is an optimist may be inferred from the fact that he sold his Physics book before the names of those conditioned in that subject were known. The Shoe City lad has been rather inactive as far as college activities go. We might say in his defence, though, that an acute attack of indigestion, caused by his eating too many Greek roots while Dan was yet a Freshman, was the reason for his non-entrance into the various clubs in the following years. We don ' t know what your ambitions are, Dan, but in whatever you are to do, we earnestly hope that you shall bring along that pleasant smile and son- ambulant basso for which you were known at the Heights. Page ninety-six DANIEL JAMES KELLY do know of those That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. — SHAKESPEARE. Boston College High School, 1919 If ever an anti-noise organization comes into existence, Dan will not only be a charter member but also a high official in that society. For no classmate recalls an occasion on which Dan was in any way boisterous. To him such deport- ment would be decidedly out of place. It has become an impossible task to thrust prominence upon him, not that Dan never accomplishes anything of note in the classroom, but simply because publi- city is an ugly goddess in his eyes. The sphinx-like attitude of Dan has provoked the curiosity of many of us. We remember in by-gone years how Father Keating failed to elicit any informa- tion from him other than what was required. Many amateur detectives took up the trail, but the deductions set down in the class diary by Sophomoric Sherlock Holmses have seemed unreliable. He was tracked to his haunts but fooled all in the end. So there is a dark, dank, dismal secret still unsolved. Dan has held an appointative office. Father McCluskey made him Cus- todian and Wielder of the Window-Stick. His onerous duties consisted in ven- tilating the abode of philosophers, that is, letting the hot air out and the cold air in. But at no time was there a surfeit of heated atmosphere. Tardiness and lack of application are not to be charged against him. When he departs in June it is certain that the troubled world will not be afflicted with a ninety horse-power talker in Dan. 1 ninety-seven JAMES E. KELLIHER am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. Brockton High School, 1919; Holy Cross, ex- ' 23. There is one night in the year on which things do happen in the little town of Brockton. The evening in question came along last week. As the town clock tolled forth the bewitching hour of seven. Jiggs arose from the hearthside; pulled on his hip boots; donned his diamond studded mackinaw; put on his most col- legiate looking headpiece; buckled to his belt two six shooters; and went out into the night. There was but one place to go and he went there — to the B. C. dance in the old town hall. But not for Jiggs did the saxophones moan. Reactionary to the last, he reminded the frivolous Dan and Frank, the latter known in Brockton as Long John Silver, of the Nirvana. Schopenhauer at his best could have done no better in the way of keeping in the foreground the inevitable sleep. At last it came, to be interrupted only by the siren whistle which shrieked its way into Jiggs ' bad graces in the cold gray dawn of the morning after. Reluctantly, he journeyed to Newton, telling his companions en voyage of the utter futility of all study and of all philosophizing. His irony would anni- hilate the argumentation of a Cicero, and we sympathize with the men who handed the hemlock to poor old Socrates. Yet, why rant on? This is merely the hum- orous side of Jiggs. Seize upon him in his lighter moods and you will appreciate why L ' Allegro furnished so happy a theme for 1 - ' hi IT „ OFF J Milton. There is little of the awkwardness in Jiggs that characterizes his famous namesake of Hearst fame. Jiggs, on the contrary, is gracefully two-fisted, and we judge him to be the man who must ultimately redeem Brockton for B. C. and give to the Shoe City the fearless leader of Cath- olic laity that she really deserves. Page ninety eight JOHN T. KEYES Living to wing with mirth the weary hours. Boston College High School, 1919; Alumni Editor, Heights 4; Class Day Committee 3, 4 ; Glee Club 3 ; Sub Turri. Once there was an isolated island, and lo ! one day was seen in the distant hori- zon a ship coming straightway to the island. The many of the island congre- gated on the shore and murmured among themselves and wondered thereat. Soon the foreign bark was from the shore but a few yards distant. The somber island- ers beheld a boat lowered and a solitary person of no great height or breadth step therein and plying the oars reach the shore. This strange man, small, with a winsome smile and twinkling eyes seated himself on a log and pushing forward a small broken twig and motioning thereto saith to the multitude: Sit down and be ye comfortable. And, lo! from the assembled sober men broke forth a great and long peal of mirth because in this stranger were they all pleased. For four happy years this diminutive stranger lived among them and proved himself as true as the finest steel and as bright as the star of morn. Alas, soon came the day when he, this true and loyal one, must depart and the many were sad and grieved much. Skipper you dropped in on us from a summer cruise and elected to stay. Equipped with a low rumbling growl and a wealth of wit and humor you walked in without knocking, made a hurried pass with a package of Luckies sat down and sang Mid- night — it ' s one o ' clock, with you and me I ' m all alone. Keeping the boys happy, making Pol. Econ. a stable subject for Juniors, and handing out radishes to hungry humanity in South Boston were your favorite pastimes. That is — exclusive of your evenings — which you spent in studying, maybe — who can tell? And your nights, Johnny, ah! — your nights! Those you spent when the day was done. Industrious, reliable, sincere, — and a man of wit and humor — Skipper Keyes — Aye! Aye! Page ninety nine THOMAS M. LANE ' ' Though fond of many acquaintances, I desire an intimacy only with a few. — Oliver Goldsmith. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette 1, 2; Fulton 3, 4; Vice- President, Fulton 4; Sub Turri. Tom Lane will long be remembered as one beadle whose heart never became atrophied. Of Tom ' s early life we know but little. Tradition has it that he was unanimously awarded the blue rib- bon at the all -Massachusetts Baby Show. When yet of a tender age, he was wont to muse upon the Muses. Oft in our moonlight strolls about the campus, we have come upon him, still musing, seated beneath a towering elm, his arms embrac- ing ... a ponderous volume of Shakes- peare. Until last summer at Mt. Washington, Love ' s Labor ' s Lost, remained his favorite play. His Freshman year at B. C. he spent in accepting the condolences of his class- mates at his misfortune in dwelling in Cambridge. His Sophomore year he de- voted to horsemanship, a talent which served him in good stead in taking the hurdle with the rest of society in the mountains. As for his last two years, the duties of beadleship claimed his attention, as did his hopeful glances to- ward the Seminary, which, however, we refuse to designate. In his Senior year, he culminated his athletic career in a blaze of glory, when in the Holy Cross football contest, Tom proved himself a rooter of remarkable ability. Now that we have revelled in startling revela- tions, we may consider in brief the real Tom Lane. He is tall, somewhat rangy, light-haired, and given to frequent smiles. His talents are many. He is an orator, student and poet of the finest collegiate calibre. His personal ego, and the inimitable manner in which he conducts him- self within a knitted vest have earned for him the title of everybody ' s friend always. But with all, as long as Catholic manhood shall stand for prin- ciple and authority, Tom ' s attitude towards life will be found to conform with the noblest of standards. Page one hundred ALEXANDER L. LASHWAY Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone! English High School, 1919; Mar- quette 2; Heights 3, 4; Baseball 1, 2, 3, 4; Sub Turri 4; Fulton 3, 4; Lecture Team 4. Ah! Muse, what difficult task has been set for me to attempt to compose a few fitting paragraphs to so worthy a name! Inspire me, therefore, goddess of those who write, and guide my hand. But hark! The day has begun and the steno- grapher of the Book of Life gets set for a busy session. Each long black pencil quickly dwindles till but a small stub, it follows its predecessor into mystic obli- vion as the scribe follows Al through the class room and into the sanctuary of the Heights. Fast and furious he works to keep ahead of Al ' s flying typewriter and even while he is finishing the last sentence — lo! he finds his elusive charge haranguing the multitude on the value of prayer and fasting. Again the tired scribe beholds a black-faced comedian and an hysterical audience, and anon, there is Al in the chapel, oh, anon! Al never had a dull moment. Always busy — he always had time for some- thing else. A perfect optimist, he clutched Father Time by his wrinkled neck and demanded more hours in a day — or rather more hours in a night. Muse, my plea has failed. You are losing your skill ; you have spent it all in favor of Horace, Vergil, and Shakespeare; you have but ill-treated me in my attempt to do justice to the dark youth of Back Bay. But Muse, we have said enough. Depart, therefore, to aid someone more worthy and leave us alone with our memories of Al — the pal and friend of all. Page one hundred one JOSEPH MARK LEVI Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. — Carlyle. Boston Latin School, 1919; Science Club 3; Sub TtlRRi; Stylus 2, 3, 4. Joe is one of those quiet, reticent beings, who, beneath an unruffled front are deeper than the straits of Gibraltar. Did you ever argue a subtle question with him? No? Well, then you are fortun- ate, for Joe ' s method is peculiar and very embarrassing. He merely suffers the other fellow to talk until exhaustion precludes further speech. Then he says a few words himself, and the other fel- low wishes that he hadn ' t wasted his time. Have you ever watched him in action sending and transmitting radio messages? He sits there, with his big blue eyes glued on nothingness, while his acoustic nerves are all aquiver. Of course you have read his poetic gems in the Stylus. Since you answer in the affirmative, we should judge that for once luck is with you. Verily, Joe writes some beautiful verse. His conceptions are loftv, yet simple, and there is a forceful, subtle touch to his expression. Oc- casionally, very much so, in truth, he dabbles in love poetry. Speaking of love poetry brings us to the conclusion of our questionnaire. Have you met him at the B. C. Club dances? Yes, we knew you had, else you had not attended them yourself. Joe is considered in gymnastic parl- ance as quite a stepper. Most graceful in bear- ing, debonair of manner, with his eyes on all his company always, that is Joe Levi. Let Com- mencement not mark the end of our friendship. May we often meet again as fellow alumni. There ' s a long, long, trail awinding, Joe, and £$$ we wish you success on your way. Page one hundred two BERNARD FRANCIS LOFTUS All thoughtful and kind and untroubled. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette 1, 2; Assistant Manager Basketball, 3, 4; Student Council 4; Sub Turri. And now our pleasure and privilege, (as Joe Comber would have it) to pres- ent Bernie, an alfalfa bud transplanted. Like the great emancipator, the color of the ground was in him, the red earth. His ruddy face glowed with 01 ' Sol ' s ruddy smile. He burst into class morn- ings like a breath from the open spaces. His good nature was contagious; his pop- ularity inevitable. The Duke of Marlboro is a born exec- utive. His nature is to manage. He managed Basketball for two successful seasons. He was also at the head of the Marlboro Collegians A-l ball tossers. He managed Armstrong and Markey ' s celebrated cafes and he managed to rate ninety or better in all subjects. The fame of Bernie ' s intellectual magnitude preceded him. Many long years ago, in 1916 to be exact, the old gray mare lost her exalted position in his opinion and he realized that Learning is the fountain pure out of which all glory springs. For him knowledge made no bloody entrance. He soared on the Pegasus of the classics; he wielded the test-tube of science; he answered the sphinx of Mathematics, and he hurdled the apparent impasses of Logic. Lotus, some dubbed him. To others he was Luke. He also answered to Adam. He proved an ideal companion whether in levity or gravity. As regularly as a dramatic critic he checked his coat at Keith ' s. Yet deeper than his love for badinage lay his fundamental trait, practibility based on principle. No trust in him was neglected. All else he sub- ordinated to duty. With Father O ' Brien we pre- _, s y W£mi diet success for Bernie, the Duke of Marlboro l J B. Wl VJV and the Prince of Good Fellows. Page one hundred three FRANCIS A. LONG The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently. All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. ' ' Brockton High School, 1919 Dan Kelleher and Frank Long are Brockton ' s finest. No, they don ' t com- prise the police force. What we intend to infer is that they are the most consist- ent star gazers of the gunboat city. We have often flivvered through their home town en route to the Cape, and never have we missed seeing their astro- logical operations somewhere along that Middleboro road. Frank especially has done notable work in this regard. He always has the latest wrinkles to reveal about the softest stonewall observatories available, and he is credited with being the first man who convinced the Brock- tonians that the world with its land and water was absolutely flat. Neverthe- less, Jiggs Kelleher, who spends his evenings looking into the fireplace, and sighing for more worlds to conquer, r efused to listen to Frank until Tanner or- ganized that memorable auto trip which gave to the world that song about three o ' clock in the morning. However, it was not until much later in the day that they arrived home, and George Damon, the blue-eyed theologian, has preached about it ever since. Frankie Long was the noisiest chap in ' 23. heard in class at all times. He could never be quieted, for as Kant would antimonize, he was ever quiet. We enjoyed his silent company throughout the course until in Senior he was stricken so ill that tall hats and frock coats came near being the or- der for ' 23. Now that he has returned to health and also to class we wish him longevity and then some. His blatant voice would be Page one hundred four JOHN JOSEPH LYONS Hi s words are bonds, his oaths are oracles ; His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth. — Shakespeare. Dorchester High School, 1919; Ath- letic Representative 1; Heights 3, 4; Sporting Editor - 4. You all know Jack — -he of the gal- oshes and dangling homespun surtout, who so well becomes the jaunty light- weight felt which seems to be part and parcel of his personality. About him lingers an air of studied nonchalance as, grcaefully awkward, he weaves his way from the salle a manger knotted with heterogeneous groups, all friends of Jack. From sea girt Savin Hill each morn in languid ease he journies college- ward. Springtime will see his snappy saffron Stutz replaced by a speedy Benz, for Jack, you know, is quite well versed in ways of trade and dabbles in the auto business, a not unlucrative avo- cation. Genial editor of sports with a penchant towards the liberal not found often in collegiate circles journalistic, he makes himself at home in the Heights sanctum as he lounges comfortably in his swivel chair with his feet poised upon Chief Rain in the Face Mulligan ' s desk. Jack might be summed up by G. K. Chesterton as being conventionally unconventional after the mode of modern youth. He is, moreover, quite adept at the art of conversation, so that we reckon his name as particularly fitting in a social way. Yet fancy our surprise when one fine day, to us he did confide his judgment of the sex they call fair, in fashion gallic: Hereux qui nen y a. A trifle cynical, cleverly satirical, but not intentional. We know you, Jack. However, naught more of you save this — happy the man that meets you when in a greg- arious and companionable humor. He must feel as did the poet with the daffodils — that one could not be but gay in such a company. Page one hundred five PATRICK H. LYONS Our cradle is the starting place, In life we run the onward race. And reach the goal; — Boston College High School, 1919; Orchestra 1, 2, 3, 4. Class baby? Yes, we have four or five of him. It is a matter of grave fact that in the long run we have established a record that will furnish a bullseye for countless ages. Not that we have the biggest class ever. No indeed. Nor have we the brainiest class. But, when it comes to infantile prodigies, then ' 23 has given the merry ha, ha, to the rest and best. Introducing the most accom- plished two-year-old in captivity — Pat Lyons. Hs ' s a little dimpled darling of some five feet ten, with crimply crimson hued hair, a mouth that tilts upward at the edges, laughing eyes, and a battered headgear that originally came from where you bot the hat. In common with all children, Pat had a penchant for riding a la carle (which is the French for Toonerville trolley). North Easton and Boston, his ticket read, and he spent many days of his younger life in studying the landscape which lies among the telegraph poles between said hamlet and aforementioned metropolis. Other faults he knew not unless his musical activities at the Heights could be counted against him. There was once upon a time a noted judge who opined that capital punishment should be in- flicted for saxophone playing. But if the learned judge had heard Pat play, the ruling would have been over-ruled, and the word jazz would have been written into the le- gal vocabulary. But to toss aside the nutcracker, we honestly think a whole pile about Pat. Now that Com- mencement is drawing nigh, we suspect that Pat will become suddenly growed up. We surmise that years hence, when we finally emerge sable- haired into the ranks of the alumni, Pat will be conducting a circus troupe comprised of North Eastonian rustics. Or he may even be a mem- ber of the police force in his hustling center. Anyhow, Pat, you chose the right course in col- lege, for — Laugh and the world laughs with you ; Weep, and you weep alone. Page one hundred six WILLIAM CHARLES MacDONALD ' Tis not my tale:il to conceal my thoughts. St. John ' s Prep., 1919; Basketball Squad 3, 4; Hockey Squad 2, 3; Baseball Squad 3, 4; Capt. Informal Tennis Team 3. Here, gentle reader, is Bill our heri- tage, — bequeathed to us by the Class of Twenty-two. Bill is amazingly contradictory in his habits. In the winter time he goes in for that rough, so-called sport, bas- ketball. In the summer time tennis oc- upies his attention. Let it not be thought for one instant, though, that Bill con- fines himself exclusively to athletic sports. Nay, nay, he is quite familiar with and versatile in all forms of indoor sports. Nuff ced! It was only lack of weight that kept Bill off that B. C. football team. He was a whale of a quarterback up at St. John ' s Prep, where he captained his team. That ' s Bill in action. To see Bill in a state of passivity one should have observed him in class. Classes always bored him to death. He could never see the use of arguing about the possibility of an infinite series of contingent beings. What ' s the diff- erence anyway? Bill gave evidence of having a soul for music. Billie Nolan and Billie Mac went to the 1923 Glee Club concert together. It would be hard to con- vince us that anybody in the house enjoyed the evening as much as they did. What do you think of the music, ' Bill? ' What music, ' Bill? ' They enjoyed their popcorn, though. ?§£- V Page one hundred seven CLARENCE ALEXANDER MACKSEY Meritorious work we know Oj some praise is well secure. — Goethe. Boston College High School. 1919 Winchester, we know, is a quiet, dis- tinguished town, far removed from the bustle of the city. It has given to the Commonwealth many illustrious men, among whom our classmate will one day take his place. Of course, it stands to reason that the inhabitants of Winchester twenty miles away should be citizens of exemplary lives. Verily, Clarence up- holds the traditions and fair name of that aristocratic suburb. History of the present collegiate generation will bear witness to the truth that neither the un- certainty of the railroad service, nor the bleakness of North Station, nor the sardonic scramble on the Elevated could deter the punctual arrival of our hero, nor could all these terrors, whether con- trived by man or by Dame Nature, succeed in dispelling his serenity on arriv- ing in class each morning. Reliability is a watchword of his, for no record exists of his chronic absence or lateness. On that score he merits a real reward. His like we shall not see again. Publicity was never a phantom pursued by our Winchesterite. In Sophomore English ( not to be mistaken for that species of tongue common among lower classmen), he attained prominence by his pithy and unique description of the characters of Chaucer, particularly those in the Canterbury Tales. His impressionistic pen pic- tures won the approval of the Class, the professor constituting the minority. We are not casting horoscopes, yet we venture to predict that Clarence will never stop to look around for those imbued with a sense of their journalistic importance. He will be busy, as usual, carving out his own little niche in the Hall of Fame. }J MILES Page one hundred eight ANTHONY MAURO Blessings on thee little man. — Whittier. Weymouth High School, 1919; Ford- ham University, ex- ' 23; Heights 4. lft Four years ago, as the orators would say, an immaculately attired young man gazed in admiration as the cohorts all gleaming in maroon and gold darted about on the playing fields of Fordham. The athletes were of course, the Eagles, who had stopped over for practice on their flight to West Point. The young spectator was none other than Tony Mauro, and the magnetism of the great Fitzpatrick and Company finally attracted him to University Heights where he regis- tered as a Junior. Tony has made a multitude of friends here at the College. In his spare moments, he is usually the center of a group attentive and eager to grasp every detail of his enthralling narrative of life as it is understood at Fordham and misunderstood in the rather overgrown hamlet nearby. The Heights has also claimed Tony ' s leisure, and his keen eye for news has more than once added lustre to the brilliancy of the reportorial staff. As to what the fates hold in store for Tony, we can hazard no predictions. Tis said that astronomy as she is studied in East Weymouth has long claimed Tony ' s interest, and perhaps he intends to carry on in that particular science. For the past year he has been prominently mentioned for the next presidential candidacy on a ticket endorsed by victims of the exploited railroads. If these rumors are correct, then a landslide is inevitable. Perhaps it is Tony ' s ambition to become a pedagogue. His inimitable colloquial style would serve him in Sr- k jf good stead in this profession. At any rate, as the poet would say, Blessings on thee, little man. i Page one hundred nine WALTER LLOYD MAYO Happy am I; from care I ' m free! Why aren ' t they all contented like me? Boston College High School, 1919: Band 1, 2; Leader of Orchestra 1, 2; Concert-master, Orchestra, 3, 4. Walter needs no introduction. The once inimitable Heifity today holds not his enviable position; for a star has risen in our midst, and is fast eclipsing the brilliancy of the master. No musi- cale of any importance was ever conducted under the auspices of Boston College that did not boast of Walter as its lead- ing musician. Patrons of Boston Col- lege musical clubs act in such capacities mostly for the pleasure of listening to the songs of his violin. We can attri- bute no praise worthy of his services to the musical endeavors of the college, in his capacity as concert master, conduc- tor and soloist of the orchestra. In his Freshman year, Walter first startled his audience at Jordan Hall with his rendition of the studied compositions of the world ' s famous violinists; and continued his amazing career as a soloist to such an extent that at the later concerts, in behalf of Alma Mater, his playing was a revelation to the keenest musical ears in Boston. Perhaps the finest example of his untiring support to his college is found among the archives of the drive. The mention of those days of hard work and worry brings to our minds the thirty-some odd concerts that were rendered throughout greater Boston under the direction of this master musician. For four years you have given to Boston Col- lege and to us the fullness of the talents that are yours. May you accept our heartiest congratula- tions and best wishes for your future success in the greater struggle to come. IUAL.TE.K MAYO Page one hundred ten ROBERT EMMETT McALEER Blessed is the man who does not profess too much, For he will have less to retract. Boston College High School, 1919; Band 3, 4; Glee Club 4; Manager Musical Clubs 4. The most distinguishing feature of Bob ' s career in college is his long and successful connection with the more har- monious student activities, such as Bands, Musical Clubs and Orchestra. He is a veritable wizard at the piano, and oft on the long afternoons out on the Heights has the time been whiled away by magic power of music, with Bob and Walter Mayo in the role of magicians. Of all strange words of tongue or pen, this blooming Beethoven hails from the obscure hamlet of Belmont, also distinguished as the jungle where roams the Handsome Ed Garrity. Bob will tell you that one of the speediest modes of transportation from Belmont to B. C. is to tread the road whereon the afore- said Ed recklessly drives his flivver. Oft in the stilly morn, when slumber ' s chains have bound Bob with unwonted strength, has the old boat of Ed ' s ' saved Robert E. from a stormy interview with the reverend and vigilant Prefect of Discipline. As a fitting recognition of his services, Bob was given the managership of the Musical Clubs in Senior year, and it was in large measure due to Bob ' s hard work that so many and such successful con- certs graced the record of the Musical Clubs dur- ing the same year. Bob is one of those quiet chaps who go ser- enely along the path of life without making any fuss about it and from whom one would never glean the least inkling of his talents. Just a reg- ular fellow with an extraordinary talent for music who has added much thereby to the general good fellowship of those with whom he has come in contact. Carry on, Bob, and farewell. Page one hundred eleven LEO MARTIN McCABE He is wise who dost talk hut little. Boston College High School, 1919; President Somerville B. C. Club 4. There are many distinctive qualities about Leo, but to our mind the most pro- nounced is that, although he was born in Charlestown, he denies his birthplace to have been in the shadow of the Bunker Hill monument. Of all Charlestown cel- ebrities, Leo is the only one, of whom we know, who does not claim this honor. In this admission is exemplified Leo ' s many characteristics. He is one of the most unassuming members of the Class, and that ' s quite a distinction. Leo, otherwise known as Jake, is no athlete. But it is such men as he who made athletics possible. We believe that there was not a sporting event during the past four years which Jake did not attend. Socially, Leo shakes a mean tennis racket. The Somerville B. C. Club conse- quently elected him President. The Club as well as the Class appreciates his participation in all Boston College functions. We shall be sorry to part with Leo ' s companionship, but there is one gentleman to whom such separation would be unbearable. We refer to Ben Jordan who has been Leo ' s buddy. They have been together so much that to see either of them alone would be as strange as the sight of only one pickaninny in the Gold Dust ad. Page one hundred twelve JOSEPH DANIEL McCARTHY In quiet things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart — The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart. — WORDSWORTH. Boston College High School, 1919; Fulton 3, 4; Heights 3, 4; Sub Turri. Back in his prep school days, Joe was known far and wide as an adept in the art of Tennyson; and the literature of the world was enriched by the addition of many gems from the pen of the capable Joseph. But upon entering College, Joe apparently forsook the realm of the ideal, and plunged into the world of reality. At times, however, the yearning to invoke the Muse prevailed, and the pages of the Stylus and Sub Turri bear eloquent wit- ness to his ability to build the lofty rhyme. Sophomore year was destined to bring new laurels to the unassuming son of South Boston. He turned his attention to the ancient languages, and his genius soon bore fruit. He was elected Vice-President of the famed Greek Re- search Club of Sophomore A. While he held office, Joe distinguished himself by his success in pursuing the elusive participles and camouflaged verbs. It is said that he wrote thousands of lines in defence of the orthodox method of de- clension and conjugation. Joe never lost his proficiency in handling the English language, and when the Fulton issued its call for debaters, he was right in line. As a member of that famous organization, he rendered an excellent account of himself, and his speeches were noted for the poetic tinge which colored his rhetorical efforts at all times. We may well pay tribute to Joe ' s versatility. Fanciful expressions, rail- road tickets, basketballs, Greek roots, — he handled them all with the finesse of an expert. That he will show the same ability in dealing with the va- ried affairs of later days, we confidently expect. Indeed, it is only consistent that we look for great things from the Poet of the Peninsula. one hundred thirteen ac LAWRENCE JOSEPH McCARTHY Afoot and light-hearted I ' ll take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me. Boston College High School, 1919; Fulton 4; Dramatic Club 2, 4; Treas- urer 4; President, Chelsea B. C. Club 2; Sub Turri. Though it might be said that Chelsea gave us Larry McCarthy, yet it would be more true to say that Larry gave us Chelsea — for the little hamlet to the north owes much of what fame it has at B. C. to the irrepressible Mr. McCarthy. A firm believer in the value of look- ing on the bright side of life, his chief pursuit has been that of chasing worries from the minds of those whose brows are furrowed with care. When we shall have forgotten the mirth-provoking antics of Mac, then we shall have lost some of the most pleasant memories of our college days. But there is little fear that we will ever forget the manner in which he used to hold us spell-bound as he regaled us with his adventures as the American consul in his home city; nor can we picture him without remembering his inimitable performance in the role of a Grecian caterer otherwise known as a hash slinger. McCarthy was right drawback on the famous team that included such stars as McGettrick, Supple, Carty, Dimmock and Sweeney, internationally known as Rough Riders. The years we have spent in these classic halls have indeed been brighter for ' Larry ' s presence, and we know that whatever may be his calling, he will spread sunshine all the days of his life, for he is persuaded that: Care to our coffin adds a nail no doubt, And every grin so merry draws one out. as Page one hundred fourteen HAROLD F. McDERMOTT My shoulders ache beneath my pack. (Lie easier, Cross upon Hi s back) My rifle hand is stiff and numb, (From Thy pierced palm red rivers come) Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me, Than all the hosts of land and sea. So let me render back again This millionth of Thy gift. Amen. — Sergeant Joyce Kilmer. Boston College High School, 1917; Marquette 1, 2; Fulton 3, 4. It is a far cry from the gruelling tur- moil of warfare, to the peaceful task of mastering the classics, the sciences, and the ologies, but God in His mercy and goodness, brought Mac home safely to us from the Meuse-Argonne. It may be that you are surprised to learn that this Cambridge youth was Private McDermott of the 318th Infantry, 80th Division, A. E. F. For, at College, the bloodiest account of battle that ever passed Mac ' s lips was his view of the late gridiron contest with Holy Cross. As an impersonator, Mac has no peer. The night of the formal opening of the College Drive, the student body, it will be recalled, paraded in town. Well, that night Demosthenes turned over in his grave, and tore violently at his beard, enraged as he was that a modern should walk through the metropolis of cultured Boston — the home of the bean and the cod — with a cigarette drooping frorn his lips, while dressed in the garb of Athens ' foremost orator. Mac is really good at impersonations. He played the roles of an undertaker at the Heights football game, a student the night before an exam, a grocery clerk on Saturday, and general managerie of Squire ' s manicuring parlors, and so on. The Class of 1923 must now leave the sacred halls of Boston College, and all that your class- mates can wish you, Mac, is a continuance of the success which has crowned your four years of unde rgraduate activity. Goodby, good luck, and God bless you, is all that we can say. Page one hundred fifteen BEAVEN J. McGADY No care beyond today. — Gray. North High School, 1917. Matriculation and migration seems to be the essence of this gentleman ' s college life to date. From the time that he waved his coat tails at North High School, he has been guilty of the above m ' s with refreshing frequency. Holy Cross college awarded Beaven his letter in football in the year 1918. But climatic fever and the fact that Tony Comerford was coming to the Heights, lured our burly boxing instructor to B. C. in 1919. Lest we forget, Beaven and Uncle Sam called it a draw after Beaven had served in connection with the S. A. T. C. at Holy Cross. Beaven soon had the students slugging each other and was appointed boxing instructor at the college. This capacity he served in and was the cause of much of chip-on-the-shoulder spirit among the upper classmen. That happy autumn when our football team boasted an unscathed escutcheon, Beaven claimed a letter which was awarded him as was another the following year. He is active in boxing circles in his home town in Worcester and has the status of a fight promoter. Beaven won ' t smile unless you smile first; and although he is a most capable punctuator of the facial area, you have to pick an argument before he makes your insurance collectable. A final word. There is a mystery in his life. He is always looking at his watch around 7:40 p. m., and then he looks up and down the street impatiently. A damsel appears o ' er the horizon. Bev smiles. Be careful, friend; and good luck. Page one hundred sixteen FRANCIS MICHAEL McGETTRICK Language was given to us that we might say pleasant things to each other. Boston College High School, 1919 He is known to all of us as F which name is quite in keeping with Frank be- cause of its abruptness. We don ' t wish to infer that he is surly or the possessor of a harsh disposition. Rather is the op- posite true. He is among the first to ap- preciate a joke and he is the first one to make a joke of what the rest of us would regard as a common-place incident. He does not conduct an Equestrian School, but he is undoubtedly the most capable individual in the college for tak- ing anyone for a ride. In his Fresh- man and Sophomore years, he must have devoted a great deal of his time to the study of satire, for surely now, he is a most eminent exponent of it. He never allows his jesting ability to assert itself during a lecture but at- tends strictly to business. We will miss him after graduation and hope that we will come in contact with him at least occasionally, so that we may for a while listen to his spontaneous witticisms. As to his future, it is rather hard to pre- dict. He is a member of the Pedagogy Class, and, therefore, we may conclude that he intends to take up the teaching profession. If he does, we have little doubt of his ability to keep excellent order in the classroom. Then again, we should not be surprised if he took up his abode in the Red Edifice across the way. In any event we wish him well, and our only regret is that we cannot continue to enjoy his company five days each week. bL Page one hundred seventeen CECIL F. McGOLDRICK How good is mans life, The mere living, how fit to employ All the heart and the soul, And the senses forever in joy. Boston College High School, 1919; Student A. A. 2, 4; Assistant Mana- ger Football 1, 2, 3; Cheer Leader 4; Dramatic Association 1, 2, 3, 4; Marquette 1 ; Senior Smoker Com- mittee. Don ' t judge the book by its cover. His name may be Cecil but that doesn ' t mean a thing. Mac, as he is better known among the boys, is a true enthusi- ast of all that is B. C. From his earliest days as a Freshman, Mac has been prominently conspicuous in all lines of activity. In the fall of ' 19, the football team was honored by his services in the position of Freshman manager. Service was Mac ' s motto while acting in his autumnal capacity and service he gave to the utmost not only in his initial season but continually throughout his Sophomore and Junior years. Football, however, is only one of Mac ' s hobbies; and as his record shows, dramatics, oratory, and social activities always found Mac an admirer. Every play held within the last four years can attribute its suc- cess in great part to this able student of dramatics. His ability as a comedian, (which by the way is natural), as a dancer, and in general as an entertainer will long be remembered by those who have seen him perform. If past achievements are in any way a criterion of the future, we should hang our heads in shame unless we predicted great things of Mac in the after life and confer on him the best wishes of the Class of ' 23.  e one hundred eighteen FRANCIS J. McGORTY To thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. — Hamlet. Danielsonville High School, 1919 From the rock bound coast of Maine to the fog bound coast of California his name is a household word, a signal for cheers, and an open sesame for toasting. As a fighter for right, morality, virtue, independence — in fact, anything that is good and wholesome, and lovely and pure, he is the acme of perfection, the knight errant of rectitude, the sweet pa- totie of Grade A virility. (Time out for breathing). This is how Neal O ' Hara would intro- duce Francis J. McGorty, President of the Connecticut Boston College Club, the only organization of its kind which sent a one hundred per cent delegation to the Boston College-Detroit game last fall. And what a trip that was! While Larry McCarthy and Bill Melly were testing the resistance of the telephone poles which stretch between Albany and Buffalo, Frank visited all the B. C. alumni in and around Detroit and or- ganized a cheering section which taught the Wolverines the gentle art of royal rooting. Back again on the Heights, Mac proceeded in the continuance of his good work in smashing the pride of the smart set opposed to scholasticism. His success in this pursuit offers a striking contrast with his failure as a marble player down in Danielsonville. Now, Mac couldn ' t play marbles worth a cent, but when it came to classics and the ol- ogies, then Mac was the seventh wonder of the world. Now that he is about to pass on, as did our beloved Father Donnelly last June, we wonder who will respond to the plaint of our former Greek professor, because of the lack of tears at Polyxena ' s plight. Mac alone, of all us hard hearts, would weep, thereby proving that he had at least the common touch. All hail to the future mavor of Danielsonville! Page one hundred nineteen PHILIP McGOVERN The heart of honor The tongue of truth Boston College High School, 1919 Track 1, 2. Various and expressive are the cogno- mens that have been applied to different members of our class, but to Phil Mc- Govern alone has been awarded the dis- tinction of being called the rest of the class. Little did Phil realize, when first he trod these classic corridors, that he would one day be so designated. Rather did he set his ambitions on becoming a sec- ond Jake Driscoll, and so we found him, even as a Freshman, making great strides as a track performer. In fact, so well did he stride that he was chosen to run at a certain track meet in New York, and thereby hangs a tale. The story of his first night in a Pullman is said to be one of the classics among the yarns of railroading. It seems that Phil had an upper berth, so you can imagine the rest. Phil got very little of that. Junior year found Phil forsaking the cinder path for the cloistered cell of the biologist. Were we versed in the diction of the laboratory, we might de- scribe his activity in detail, but suffice it to say that Phil proved himself a budding Pasteur when it came to wielding a scalpel with professional ease, and probing feline anatomy. Another of Phil ' s claims to renown lies in the possession of Titian locks. We feel that time fijii] alone stands between Phil and the attainment „.,A Z of his ambition — to be a leader among the future practitioners in the field of medicine. Page one hundred twenty NORBETT H. McINNIS ' Tis not in mortals to command success But we ' ll do more — we ' ll deserve it. Boston College High School, 1919; Marquette 2; Assistant Manager Baseball 1, 2; Assistant Manager Football 2, 3; Chairman Cap and Gown Committee; Sub Turri. Norbett can be fittingly epitomized by the word work. A harder working fellow in all departments of activity could not be easily found. In studies, he boasts of a scholastic record without blemish. All Mac knows about con- ditions is what he has heard. But it is in this indoor sport alone that he lacks experience. In Freshman, Mac began his career as a Manager of baseball. In Sopho- more, he transferred his managerial ac- tivity to football, and he continued to lend his untiring efforts to this department of sport until his Senior year. Sports have always seemed to be Mac ' s great hobby when he was not focusing his attention on the books; and although he never indulged to such an extent that he felt that he was good enough for the varsity, still he averaged fifty yards on every other of the many drop-kicks which he sent over the bar in his four years here. Those who watched Mac practise with the Senior team could not be too generous with their praise. The Senior retreat found Mac among those present in the choir. He lent both his voice to its music and the delicate touch of his fingers to the organ. Few in the Class of ' 23 have worked harder or in a more unassuming manner than has our friend from Allston. We have nothing to wish Mac but all the successes of life in whatever line of endeavor he may follow. Would that we were all so sure as he of the heights which he is bound to climb. m Page one hundred twenty-one james h. Mclaughlin A modest youth with hidden pride. Woburn High School, 1919 Three boys from Woburn conspired and schemed as they scanned the long list of colleges that patiently awaited their selection as to which one was fated to become their Alma Mater. Being ra- tional, they arrived at the only solution, and as a consequence, we have had the pleasure of the company of three of the most amiable fellows whose acquaintance could be made. As three Irishmen should — Murphy, Delaney, and McLaughlin — these lads differed; not so much in opin- ion, as in daily pursuit. Larry left shortly after two-thirty each day to push sodas and to fill prescriptions in the local drugstore; while Joe at first gave vent to a melodious tenor in the Glee Club and later undertook to learn how to write prescriptions for Larry; and Jim in his spare moments studied the art of boxing to make sure that Joe would have prescriptions to write; so the three boys, you see, have started off rightly, and here ' s hoping they will carry on. That Jim has a punch was evidenced during a session with our former boxing coach and present classmate, Bev McGady. In his Freshman year, the sound of the old boxing gloves was music to his ears; and a certain afternoon, when the coach had eaten plenty of onions and felt their inherent strength, the latter (we mean Bev I decided to give Jim a chance. Both sidestepped several beautiful lullaby deliveries until the ex- perienced coach feinted with a right and sent a left flush into Jim ' s unmarred physiognomy. Immediately, an emergency call was sent for Pete Walker; for Jim ' s ire had been set afire, and Bev lost a little gore. Deliver a winning punch in your college after- math, old Woburnite, and don ' t forget to contri- bute to the support of Joe and Larry. Page one hundred twenty-two WILLIAM LEO McNULTY Infinite riches in a Utile room. Lawrence High School; Heights 3, 4; Sub Turri, Assistant Editor. Here as you see, ladeez and gentul- men, is the proud possessor of the only mustachio in the Class of Twenty -three ! Here, officer! keep that crowd back! The above-pictured Sir Willis has been with us but two years, having been originally of the Class of 1920. But Twenty ' s loss was our gain, for Mac is a real asset to goodfellowship. In the interim between his Sophomore and Jun- ior years, Mac was the star reporter for the Lawrence Daily Banner. There it was that he achieved that literary ex- cellence for which he was noted among his classmates. Mac belongs to the modern Bohemian school of literature which believes in drinking much coffee and reading Nathan and Mencken. Mac ' s proficiency on the typewriter and his willingness to lend his support pulled the Heights out of many a hole and helped materially to put this book into existence. When you read this book through, as undoubtedly you will, pick out the best dozen write-ups (excepting this one) and you will have an ex- ample of Bill ' s work. To let you know what the Class thinks of Mac, everybody was afraid to tackle this write-up because they did not think themselves capable of doing him justice. So we thought the best way to do him justice would be merely to say this. If you have never gone to the show with Mac then you have a treat in store for you that you will remember to your dying day. His frequent attendance at the theatre has made him not only an authority on the subject but an im- personator of no mean ability. Well, cheerio, Mac, we expect to be reading one of your best sellers some day. JO. Page one hundred twenty-three MYLES T. McSWEENEY ' ' The poet ' s eye in a fine frenzy rolling. Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet ' s pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. — Shakespeare. Boston College High School, 1919; Stylus 1; Alumni Editor 2; Ex- change Editor 3; Assistant Editor 4; Liberal Club; Fulton 4. Take a large test tube and in it pour a little of the following: philosopher, psychologist, poet, essayist, porter, sold- ier, short story writer, reporter and liberal. Allow this to stand for four years and the resulting solution will give but one result — Myles T. McSweeney. Pedagogue could have been included in the list of Myles ' proclivities but it was the explicit vote of the Liberal Club to list pedagogues with the progressively sterile. For the Stylus, Myles has done his best work. Even in his Freshman year, he was able to write intelligently enough to be appointed to the Editorial Board. Time has improved his deftness of pen. His essays have sunken the Puritan High Hats over Puritan ears and have taken the Quaker Element for ridiculous shakedowns. What else can we say of him? Is he always smiling? No he hates gargoyles and ninnies. Does he marvel at the stupid or fall for the senti- mental ? No, he is a realist, a liberal and a skeptic on the existence of moral entities. He is many other things but his biography will be written shortly after his execution. We don ' t care whether he fares well in this world or not and we know that he is of a similar mind. Our only hope is that we shall meet him frequently, be the meeting-place wakes, funerals, weddings, christenings or even over cocktails. Time will not change him we are certain, but only serve to mellow his sympathy for all that is true, sincere, and natural. Page one hundred twenty-four PETER JOSEPH MONAHAN He could distinguish and divide A hair ' twixt south and south-west side. Boston Latin School, 1919; Mar- quette 2: Fulton 3; Vice-President, South Boston B. C. Club; Sub Turri 4. Thanks to Pete, South Boston or Southie, as he would term it, was admit- ed within the pale of civilization, in so far as we are concerned. Before we met Pete, South Boston, to us, was inhabited by people of strange habits and customs. They toted guns, barred their houses at night, and were constantly at war with the rest of the world. However, after four years of companionship with this amiable gentleman, we are now convinced that the tribes who inhabit this land are composed of intellectual giants who ponder oft the fact whether there is such a thing as space, and if space does exist, when did its existence begin, for what reason and what purpose. Pete always took to a heated discussion as the proverbial duck to H 2 0. He would rather argue on any conceivable subject than partake of the most appe- tizing dish. Thus, by the time Pete had arrived to Senior, he had caused many an unfortunate to submit to his prowess and often a brainy Prof, to distinguish subtly the weighty objections which he hurled against some thesis. In the Marquette and especially the Fulton, this second Suarez scintillated. Pete in addition to these mental capabilities had the happy faculty of being a doer of deeds. To entrust him with a mission was to augur well for its successful culmination. He was a scholar of exceptional merit which his many premiums and medals prove. Coupled with the above characteristics his formidable ar- gumentative disposition, amusing irony, and close application made him one of the most popular of the Class of ' 23. FE0C1 SOUTHS) DON ' T ARGUE Page one hundred twenty-five JOSEPH B. MORIARTY Ne plus ultra. Boston College High School, 1919 In a vine covered cottage situated in Boston ' s most deserted spot, the Common; Joe Moriarty first listened to the inter- mittent chug-chug of motors striving to climb Beacon Hill. He beheld the statesman ambling along to earn their daily bread, and as he waxed stronger with each passing day, he willed that he too might one day rise to fame. Law and order, and Calvin Coolidge went to Washington ; Don ' t give up the ship and the Bermudas grew prosperous. I must take unto myself a motto, spake Joe, and straightway he chose Ne plus ultra to be his guiding star. Now this does not mean that there are non e other like him, as Al Bedard would have it; it means that Joe ' s ambition was to be a student of the first calibre. Hence, the dictum. And just as the knights of old carried their insignia emblaz- oned on their shields, so Joe carried his Ne plus ultra coat of arms as a modern Medusa to dissuade all those who would divert his intentions of plod- ding on to renown. In Junior, Joe actually became a very profound philosopher under Father Mc- Clusky ' s careful guidance. The Stonyhurst Series as well as Russo had no terrors for him. Not |£ that he did not carry on in Senior, but the fact is „i that Joe is naturally retiring and he refused to £[ recite except when called upon. So shines a ' good deed in a naughty world. In turning over, Joe, to assail your neighbor, Len Morrissey, we want to express our hope that our next trip through College will find you more talkative. Speech is golden, when it issues from fellows like you. Page one hundred twentj--six LEONARD GERARD MORRISSEY Endowed with the capacity for big tasks. Medford High School, 1919; Base- ball 1, 2; Football 1, 2; Hockey 1, 2, 3, 4. Coming at a time like the present, when the Class of ' 23 casts but its shadow over the campus that surrounds our Gothic Mount, this year will inscribe in the Memoirs of Twenty-three many fond reminiscences. No truer thought can ever be recalled than that no single mem- ber of the passing class has brought more glory to it than has Len Morrissey, our stellar hockey defence. How often have we cheered him because of his remarkable skill in stick handling, his speed, and his sure eye that has brought victory out of the jaws of defeat. Despite the work done, despite the glory gained, he has been graduated, persistent to the end in his former modesty. We shall also remember him as a happy and thoughtful pal who possessed at times a smiling cheerfulness that would awaken love in the hardest heart of Schopenhauer, and at times a frown that would make Hot Springs run cold. As a student, Len has ever felt that the Faculty should use some of his tuition for the purchase of blue pencils yet seldom did we find him on the wrong side of the fence when the Reverend Dean read the examiner ' s verdict. Perhaps the most potent factor in Len ' s makeup is his membership in a real B. C. family. Before him were Jim and Frank, and with and after him is Bill. All are B men in at least one sport, and Twenty-three to a man proclaims all hail and farewell to the third member of a royal and loyal B. C. family. Page one hundred twenty-seven EDWARD F. MULLIGAN The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenace furrowed with care. His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His arm chair an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on a dusty old table, with different documents spread. ' ' Boston College High School, 1916; A. A. Council 1, 4; President 4; Track 1; Heights 2, 3, 4; General Manager 4; Press Club 2, 3, 4; Sub Turri. In the various crises through which Alma Mater has passed in her progress toward the attainment of her lofty objec- tives, the Mulligan Guards have acquitted themselves with honor and renown. So when the purple legion was being mobil- ized at South Worcester for the invasion of the Hub, it was by no means sur- prising that Ed in the role of the modern Ceasar should have supervised the progress of undergraduate defence operations here. Rumors from Camp Cleo were discomforting to B. C. hopes in those dark days, yet Ed never faltered, nor suffered others to falter. As a newspaper man down town, he devoted his nights to the cause of publicity for the embattled Cavman. He lingered long after classes at the College, striving to organize the underclassmen, and to en- kindle in them the genuine spirit which burned within him. In fact, to this fiery haired youth more than to all others should be attributed the invincible morale which manifested itself throughout the entire season, and which cheered our great team to its splendid victory over Holy Cross. Ed, old man, you are bound to soar to worthier heights in the journalistic world, but whether in the editorial sanctum or in other capacities, of one thing we are certain; the determination and vivacious spirit which characterized your collegi- ate triumphs will stand you well in that something which folks call life. In you, Boston College 3Sm I I recognizes a man loyal and sincere, a son who is essentially a Boston Collegian, first, last, and always. Page one hundred twenty-eight THOMAS HARRY MULLOWNEY Spinoza Preach some philosophy to make me mad. — Shakespeare. Brookline High School, 1919; Base- ball 1, 2, 3, 4; Captain of Baseball 4. When the sun gets hot, and a crowd of baseball fans congregate, and begin to yell, Atta boy, attention is divided between Bullet Joe Bush of the famed Yanks and our own Spinoza Harry Mul- lowney. Harry has been cavorting about at the Heights for the past four years, devoting all his energies to study first, and baseball afterwards. During the long, cold, dreary, winter months, he burned the fabled midnight oil in his endeavor to carry away class honors. In his Junior year, he won the Degree of Spinoza. In Senior, Psychology and Ethics were his pie, and although he fed himself up on these, never did he fall victim to dyspepsia. For a side branch, it is to be recalled, Harry twirled for the varsity nine. He was quite spectacular in his B. C. uniform, and won admiring glances from certain of the fans as he pranced about the diamond in his graceful fashion. Harry has been an essential factor in the varsity outfit since he made his debut in 1920. He ever played clean, fair, honest baseball, striving to win, and bring to his Alma Mater the tribute she sought. How we watched for his highly de- veloped slow, his speed ball, his change of pace, his steadiness in pinches, his effectiveness at the bat! And because he displayed these qualities that go to make baseball greatness, his teammates elected him to the captaincy of the varsity nine. This is the highest honor that can be bestowed upon an athlete, and we of the Class of ' 23 are proud that the honor of this eminently successful season also rests with one of our members. Besides being a good ball player, Harry has many other excellent characteristics. He is a good fellow, and a first rate friend. Because of his good fellowship, his splendid sportsmanship et al, his classmates entertain fond hopes that he may hit for a perfect average in the contest in which the innings for such as T. Harry Mullowney are endless. Page one hundred twenty-nine LAWRENCE JAMES MURPHY There ' s a smile on his lips, And a light in his eye, As his classmates he greets ff ith his usual ' ; ' . ' Woburn High School, 1919; Mar- quette 1, 2; B. C. Club of Woburn, Vice-President 4. One of Woburn ' s foremost entries in the universal race for fame and fortune is Lawrence J. Murphy, known to his intimates as Larry. There is no greater booster of the justly famous tannery city than Larry, to whom it is the Hub of the Universe. Larry now holds his degree only because he was rugged and diplo- matic enough to weather stormy sessions that would have meant ruin to many a less gifted student. It was rough sailing for a time. However, being a connois- seur of cigars, Larry poured oil on the troubled waters in the shape of Corona- Coronas, and then everything was serene. When not gleaning knowledge at the Heights, Larry is engaged in jerking sodas at a well known Woburn Pharmacy, the proprietor of which declares that Larry ' s geniality has been responsible for a substantial increase in revenue. As a result of this work, Larry ' s collegiate activities were necessarily limited. His cheery greeting, Hi fellows, has become a byword. Larry, too, has ability which very few are aware of. He is musically inclined, and his original compositions would cause Verdi to turn in his grave, could he but hear Larry as he puckers his lips and pours forth beautiful nothings from the depths of his soul. But with all his good points, Larry has a most regrettable failing. He has become a heretic. Al Ripley has seduced him away from the right path. Larry is a zealous votary at the shrine of Mor- pheus, and he believes in external worship as is evidenced by his loud snoring which disturbs the discussion on the immorality of the soul or on some other equally interesting subject. But as Bobby Burns would say, A man ' s a man for a ' that. So, too, is Larry. As a character not easily to be forgotten, Larry will be honored with a place in our memory as a capable, good-natured student, and an affable and ready witted friend. Page one hundred thirty WILLIAM LOUIS NOLAN Listen, my readers, and I will tell Of the deeds and achievements of William L. East Boston High School, 1919; Track 1, 2, 3, 4; Captain of Track 4; Student A. A., 4. Things looked blue for old B. C. in the fall of ' 19 when the brightest of all school boys track stars had decided to matriculate at Georgetown. Luckily, however, good men discover their mis- takes before it is too late and Bill was no exception to the rule. His transfer to the Heights was effective while the scholastic year was still hardly underway, and al- though his reception consisted not in the cheering of students and the playing of bands, yet his entrance brought cheer and joy to everyone. Bill has certainly proved his worth and easily eclipsed the enviable record he established in high school. The Class of ' 23 has always been sure of at least a few points in the interclass meets while it had Bill as a member; and what is more, there has always been rejoicing in our midst when reports of the intercollegiate meets reached our ears. His election as captain of track came as no surprise to us who know him, and such a reward was surely merited by his showings on the cinder path It will be remembered that our speed demon has also been a cheer leader for the last few years, and his ability to muster the entire vocal strength of the student body needs no mention. The cheering during the past year has firmly established a precedent worthy of being followed in the future. Let us say we owe much of success to Bill. Our only regret is that we haven ' t more fellows like him among us. As Bill was ever a sure- pointer for his Alma Mater in his every endeavor to bring to her the triumph which she sought, we wish him equal good fortune when he becomes a competitor in the great race of life. WURRV UP. officials, I ' ve, gotta broad jum AND RUN I rHE DA3HE.SL VE.T Page one hundred thirty-one FRED OBERHAUSER Perhaps the most important thing for the educated young man to remember is that education never amounts to anything substantial, either spiritually or material- ly, ij divorced from humility and effort. West Roxbury High School, 1919 Football Squad 1, 2, 3. It is a long, long trail from West Rox- bury High to the classic shades of Uni- versity Heights, but Fred made the jump and appears none the worse as a result. In his prep school days, Obie was quite a football player. He was on the B. C. squad for three years but was handicap- ped by a lack of avoirdupois. Bananas and cold water seemed to be of no use. Yet he attended practice day after day and shared in the satisfaction that belongs to every gridiron warrior. Much of Fred ' s time at Boston College has been spent in the Chem and Physics labs. Here he could be seen any afternoon endeavoring to solve the mysteries of some abstruse formula or stirring some dangerous looking mixture. His ambition is to outshine John Flynn as a practical chemist. To this end he daily experimented with all kinds of chemical combinations. If some afternoon a gigantic explosion rocks Chestnut Hill, we shall conclude that Fred has been successful. Fred receives a degree which will make known to all the world that he has honorably completed the technical course leading to the degree of Bachelor of Science. Whatever branch of business Obie undertakes, we know that he will use to good advantage the practical knowledge he has absorbed at the Heights. His modesty and straight forwardness have earned for him many friends. We know that they with us wish him bonne chance. Page one hundred thirtv-two JEREMIAH FRANCIS O ' BRIEN As merry as the day is long. Maiden High School, 1919; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Secretary of Class 2; Heights 3, 4; Football Squad 3, 4; Assistant Prefect Sodality 4; Class Day Committee 4. From the name he ' s Irish and from the man he ' s the Irish at their best. Jerry, the writer, the singer; a man of wit and humor; Jerry, the athlete, the pal of all. Outstanding above all others there was one particular trait in the blonde haired Maldenite which could not but impress itself deeply upon you. Jerry was con- scientious, the most conscientious man in the class. Jerry broke into prominence in his Freshman year when as a perfect, typical Irishman he brought down the house at Home Night. His advance from then on was phenomenal. He acquired the habit of being a leader and never got over it. But he didn ' t reach the apex of perfection till he and his dark-faced partner attempted to entertain at Quincy. Broadway Rose! It was two years before Johnny Flavin was reinstated into the good graces and trust of his fellow villagers! In his public perfor- mances in this town O ' Bie was a riot; but in his private — er — relations he was a panic — to the townsfolks. More than one fond mother was heard to remark, I wish my son was like Mr. O ' Brien. And the girls said — well they didn ' t say anything but they thought a lot — oh, yes. No one remembers when we first met you, Jerry. You always seemed to have been one of ,:. ■;.• «jc us anc j necessary for our happiness. And now you go whither we know not — but we do know that as no one seems to remember when you were not one of us so no one of us will ever forget you. You take joy and humor with you and may you set out to meet success with an open hand. Page one hundred thirty-three CORNELIUS JOSEPH O ' CONNELL ' ' Studies serve for delight, for ornament. and for ability. — Lord Bacon. Boston College High School, 1919; Dramatics 1. Con emphatically agrees that the first year is the hardest. To him the initial year of College proved a lively one. Misfortune designated a front seat for him. Still, opportunities for fame were numerous there. Fr. McCormack early discovered him to be a mathematical genius. Okie was ready and correct with answers pertaining to sines, tangents, formulae, and the rest of those unspeak- able things which conspire to render a freshman ' s life wretched. Accordingly a brotherly act was often performed when the less enlightened were spared from questioning. Towards the end of that memorable year, Con made his first and last appearance as a Shakespearian actor. A doughty soldier was he — member of a squad of four who, rushed on the stage to bind and drag off transgressors of lawful decrees. Okie ' s enthusiasm on that occasion pointed him towards a blue-coated, brass-buttoned, night stick-carrving life. That ambition has passed with Freshman days. While always devoted to the Arts, the owner of the above historic name has leaned decidedlv to science. As a student of philosophy, Suarez managed to agree with him in most of the subtle distinctions. It was as a poet, however, that this young gentleman won particular fame, and although he never would consent to be numbered among the Stylus artists, yet he was chosen bard of Canton at the recent March meet- ing there. Studies surely served Okie for de- light. Physics class especially was honored with his profound attention. I n the laboratory, he experimented ad exhaustum. Therein, you have an excellent reason for rendering a vote of confidence in the ultimate greatness of one youth from the hazy vicinity of the Blue Hills. Page one hundred thirty-four JOHN A. O ' DONNELL And gladly wolde he learn and gladly teche. — Chaucer. Boston Latin School, 1919 John is exceedingly quiet, in fact he has been called upon but once in the last six months. John is what is popularly known as a 2.30 bird on the Heights. To the uninitiated, I hasten an explanation. Having imbibed all the instruction offered by his professors, John was off to parts unknown when that final ball announced dismissal. No Sir, he didn ' t believe in throwing that horny animal around or engaging in other legitimate enterprises. But someone got the jump on me and announced that still waters run deep. We are entirely ignorant as to what John did in his spare time. Perhaps a fair lady now enters upon the scene and again perhaps she does not. But before we forget, John is attractively good-looking, a decided blond, having decided at birth, not like others we know. He has a remarkable Pompeian Complexion, an adorable set of teeth — but it is beginning to look as if the damsel did enter the scene after all. After having been graduated with honors from one of America ' s most exact- ing high schools, the Boston Latin School, it was only natural that John would be acknowledged one of the most condescending of his class during the four years of his sojourn at the Heights. He is taking Pedagogy as an elective and has in- ,jj|§fes. formed the correspondent that he intends entering yf the teaching profession. We decline to prophesy but will await with anxiety the verdict of Young America upon J. A. LQ- Page one hundred thirty-five GERALD PAUL O ' LEARY Exceedingly wise, fairspoken, and persuasive. ' Boston College High School, 1919; Glee Club 4. Gerald P. O ' Leary, or just plain Jerry as he is saluted by his friends here at the College, is a native of artisto- cratic Dorchester. It might be mentioned here that Jerry is a great booster for his native town. We never knew there was anything of relative value connected with Franklin Park until we met Jerry. It is rumored that Jerry was instrumental in having one of the finest high schools in the country built in Dorchester. Like most of his townsmen, he was at times held firmly in the clutch of that notorious demon Jazz. The manner in which he handled his feet would put to shame some of the well known eccentric celebrities on the American professional stage. In like manner, Jerry showed his dust to many in the race for scholastic honors. There was one thing about this chap that marked him off from the rest of the Class. Jerry had a great mind. This is not absolutely true as regards the rest of the Class, for when it comes to minds, well That ' s what they ain ' t got nothing else but. However, Jerry had a mind of his own, and it was this one little thing that gave Jerry his claim to extinction. It was the dinkiest little black derby that you ever saw, but it covered his thinking apparatus for four long years of daily journeys to the Heights. No, Jerry was not a cake eater, but he certainly liked the frosting. In closing, we convict Jerry of having been a regular fellow, well liked, a conscientious student, and a danseus premier. You are sentenced to a life term of success and popularity, old man. FORE -A.- Page one hundred thirty-six GEORGE F. OLESEN The proper study of mankind is man. Boston College High School, 1919; Heights 3, 4; Sub Turri ; Marquette 2; Fulton 3; Band 2; Dramatic Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Vice-President 3; President 4; Senior-Junior Debate 3; Manager, Weekly Entertainments, 4. We wish most heartily that we could commend every member of the Class of ' 23 with the same sincerity that we com- mend George. No one in the class has worked any harder for her glory or for the name and fame of Alma Mater than he. His record tells only half the story and is a mere outline of his achievements. The labor spent, the difficulties met and the obst acles overcome, have yet to be re- lated. George ' s hobby has always been dramatics, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that dramatics has been his passion, for George never does things half-heartedly. From our earliest years as Freshmen we can recall George as having been associated with Fr. Murphy ' s plays. Late hours after class have often found him working without complaint for the perfection of dramatics and no play with which George has been con- nected has not been of the highest standard. You never saw George hurrying home when classes were dismissed; always he could be found in some obscure corner writing up his little bit for the Heights. Do you remember those weekly entertainments that were put on in the Assembly Hall every Tuesday during the Senior year? How can you forget them? They were the handiwork of George, he was the moving spirit behind them. Unaided and with great labor he put something over that did much to weld the student body together in goodfellowship. Good work, old scout ! George has done a great deal in every line of activity and has done it well. As long as Boston College has men of such spirit in her ranks, suc- cess and progress are well assured; and the Class of ' 23 wishes him bon voyage in what promises to be an interesting career. Page one hundred thirty-seven CHARLES DANIEL POVAH Travel makes all men country men, makes people noblemen and kings, every man tasting oj liberty and dominion. — Alcott. Boston Engilsh High School, 1917; Chairman Editorial Board the Heights 3, 4; Sub Turri Staff. Quiet, unassuming, and of thoughtful mien, you have noticed him, always ap- pearing as if in reflection on some weighty problem that is of soul stirring interest to humanity, or drawing fanciful pictures on his books and papers and making designs resembling those on the tomb of King Tut. Travel is his hobby, travel is his aim, and he hopes to end his days travelling around the world, seeking new things, peering into new faces, and discovering new phases of life. It is evident to us that if he would but stifle for short periods that wanderlust and devote his time to cultivating that fine taste for literature that he possesses, and to developing the pleasant style of his present day writings, he would be numbered among the famous authors of the future. The Heights has risen to a standard above the ordinary by the character of his editorials, always well written and purposeful. If you have ever talked with Charles, you were amazed no doubt at the vast amount of knowledge he possesses. He can discuss nearly anything with you, and intelligently, too. His broad acquaintance with collegiate life is derived from undergraduate training at Catholic University as well as at Boston College. During the war, Charles was in the Marines. This much we gathered from the service pin he wears, for mis- take you not, he never speaks of himself. Conse- quently, we do not know how he regards the fair sex, or. whether he ever regards them. Perhaps because he wishes to roam, he feels that he can ' t s be hindered. At all events, we leave it to him, and look for the day when we shall see books issued by some famous publishing house, under the name of that internationally acclaimed author, Charles D. Povah. 4 Page one hundred thirty-eight JAMES G. REARDON Love of peace and lonely musing. Boston College High School, 1919 Hail the president of the Porto Rico Club! We can honestly say that never was a man better fitted for a position than he. Porto Rico, as anyone would have assured you during the long dreary winter months, was the promised land — Jim had promised it- — the land of lan- guorous ease under black velvet nights, and soft siestas in the purple sunlight of noon; the land where the constitutional motto was Dolce Far Niente. What wonder then, that Jim was its most en- thusiastic press agent. Of course nothing resulted from the club. It proved to be a mythical organ- ization with an ephemeral constitution and non-payable dues. That nobody did go to. Porto Rico is entirely irrelevant to the subject. To Jim the class owes a vote of thanks; while the blizzards howled threateningly outside, Jim de- serves the credit with providing the members of ' 23 with the stuff that dreams are made of, with geographical location of Utopia. After that it was roll your own and the man with the best imagination won. Where Jim got the ability for dream — or perhaps it is a gift — is a question. Perhaps it was at B. C. High, but we do know that when he came to the Heights, he immediately got just recognition. Jim never allowed the lectures to in- terfere with the privacy of his dreams and we have always admired him for it. But that is not the only admirable quality. Jim has an altogether sane outlook on the fu- tility of most human endeavor and, so, he devotes himself to the task of living kindly and peace- fully with his next-door neighbor. Also, we can- not imagine Jim trading any of his moral prin- ciples or his contentment for any shoddy worldly success. Character of this calibre is refreshing to meet, and in our friendship with Jim, we have indeed been the gainers. Page one hundred thirty-nine FRANCIS E. REYNOLDS — Study and ease Together mixl, sweet recreation. And innocence, which most does please With meditation. — Pope. Boston College High School, 1919; Science Club 3; Marquette 1. The name of Reynolds calls us back to ye ancient Freshman days when the marks of manhood consisted in a pocket- ful of Camels and a nine-forty admission into class. But the throne of the prince of nerve was justly presented to Barney Reynolds as the most swaggering of them all. At least, so ' twas until one fateful jug-Sunday when Barney met his Nemesis in the person of the former Dean, Fr. McCaffrey. The well-represented class had settled itself for a dull fore- noon, when Barney, late as usual entered like a lion, ready to attack the worst that might befall. And the worst did befall. Fr. McCaffrey with a final loss of patience, shattered Barney ' s self-possession with a perfect barrage of mys- tifying questions, winding up with a well-expressed doubt as to Barney ' s hav- ing any ideas at all. To this the latter meekly assented, realizing the futility of argument. It was a sad blow to Barney ' s pride to be thus publicly assailed. But still, it was beneficial, for ever since, his scholarly fortunes have been on the rise. Now we have in Francis E. Reynolds a model student to whom work is as nil, not even the departments of biology, chemistry, and physics (to which the average A. B. man has a decided aversion ) being an exception. So it is very likely that the error of Barney ' s early ways has been realized, and we now may look forward to another lumin- ary in the world of medicine, which profession he intends to enter after his rather eventful college ONI-V HOURS =k Page one hundred forty ALBERT F. RIPLEY — On awakening he found himself on the green knoll from whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning — ' Surely, 7 thought Rip, 7 have not slept here all night. ' — Washington Irving. Dorchester High School, 1919; Base- Ball 3, 4. We imagine the original Rip must have left traces of his somnolent state in his descendants, and that Al is one of them. For yawning ponderously one day, Rip said to us, Isn ' t it a shame that the nights are so short? But hark you, we never said that Rip is always sleepy. He is sleepy only sometimes in common with other normal mortals who have good consciences. Mistake you not, brethren, he is often very wide awake, for he has been numbered among the ball tossers for two years and his fame has gone abroad. Rip and his car ply the highways and byways of all New England every summer, and few are the denizens of any community who do not know him. While up in Catucket, N. H., this summer we happened across an old farmer, who upon hearing we were from Boston College, said, Hey, d ' ye know a feller named Ripley which goes to Bosting College? We ' ll say we do, and we said it just like that. Whereupon, the freedom of the old Colonial mansion was ours even to the cider cellar. Every night, the farmer would extol Rip ' s exploits, one of which jre submit. Wal, this feller Ripley gits up tew bat in the ninth innin ' s with three fellers on th ' bags, and we uns three runs b ' hind. Wal, he hits the first ball to the right fielder, but the feller in the field was just goin ' tew ketch the ball when the sun got inter his eyes, and he turned his back. Wal, ding bust it, if the blamed ball didn ' t land in his hip pocket, and ' fore he could git it out, ' Rip ' had got across the plate, and we uns wins th ' game. Great boy, this Ripley! And so say we, as we have yet to see him without a smile, re- gardless of how much he has lost matching with Murph, or Mac, or Long. Page one hundred forty-one JOHN D. ROCHE A soul is full of worth as void of pride Which nothing seeks to show or needs to hide. ' Marlboro High School, Turri 4. 1919; Sub Out among the hills of central Massa- chusetts lies a city small in population but rich in tradition, which boasts of a high school. Marlboro High has given to the Class of ' 23 only one of her al- umni, yet that one has done her honor in a most plausible manner. Filled with enthusiasm and expectation, Johnny tucked beneath his arm the insignia of his well earned academic honors; and af- ter bidding farewell to his rustic friends, he set out on his conquest for greater glory in the Athens of America. Evidently the sight of Boston ' s lofty buildings and the thrill of riding in the world ' s worst subway had no ill effect upon his ambitions, for he has always been an honor student. In his Sopho- more year, he had the proud distinction of being awarded the premium in his section. This lad ' s greatest ambition has always been the accumulating of a vocabulary second to none. The idea of being a two-thirty bird never held any appeal for Jack, and he could be found about the campus almost any afternoon either perusing the columns of a Boston daily or conversing with some diligent soul. His habit of becoming familiar with after class activities made for him many friends. Some call him Jack, others Johnny, while some less cultured ones might call him Aleck. To sum him up one might say: Whatever he did was done with so much ease, In him alone ' twas natural to please. ;yy2 Page one hundred forty-two RICHARD HENRY ROCKETT My trust is in the God of Heaven And in the eye of him, who passes me. ' ' — Wordsworth. Marblehead High School, 1919; Mar- quette 1, 2. The departure of the Class of ' 23 from the Louvain of America will provide the acid test of many fond acquaintances which had their rise in the happy circum- stance that brought us together sub-turri. Yet in our passing, fonder memories take form. Long shall we remember the ser- ene and courteous, the cheerful and calm, Dick Rockett. Modest and unassum- ing, if you wish, but diligently capable was he always. It was ever refreshing to catch a glimpse of the unalloyed hap- piness that graced his countenance. He impressed you as being a typical New England lad, did Dick Rockett, with the ruddy glow of youth, and the generous gladness in his eyes, and all the rest of the endowments of which the native orator and former Governor of this Com- monwealth spoke. But our friend, Dick, had reason to be happy, for when he was not enter- taining, he was being entertained. Oftentimes, Dame Rumor had it that he had failed to make his connections with the newspaper special for the sandy city. Indeed, when a notable personage like the pride of Marblehead will ap- pear in class with his pedal extremities encased in a pair of shiny oxfords — well, gossip will run rife, that ' s all. There is at least one redeeming feature and that is this: Dick never suffered the light fantastic to mili- tate against his classical endeavors. When in the early morning the gentle breezes of the Atlantic lazily rolled banks of haze through the bracing air of this seashore town, this ambitious lad was up and doing, for it was a long, long way to University Heights. But since ambition nourishes opportunity, it is the fond hope and trust of the Class of ' 23 that opportunity will not fail him who h as so long yearned for its tender embrace. Remembrance worketh with her busy brain, saith Dryton, which we shall supplement with: May you fare well, o ' er life ' s stormy main. Page one hundred forty-three ARTHUR T. RONAN Take life as it comes with a smile and a song, And your troubles and joys will all blend. Salem High School, 1919 Come, puss, puss, puss. No, dearly beloved brethren, this is not the grand old game of Puss in the corner, at which we became so adept long ago beneath the whirring June bugs and the yellow glare of the arc light in East Burlap. Puss, puss, that ' s the siren call of Art Ronan, bugologist ex- traordinary, whose scientific bent has been a menace to all felines which have sought escape from extermination. May- be it comes natural to Art to select the black cat for annihilation. It will be re- called that he ( Art, not the cat) owns up to having Salem as his dwelling place. Now when Art is away from home, witches with brooms are admittedly scarce. Hence, it follows that black cats are the closest approximation for the satisfac- tion of Art ' s now down in Salem feeling. scarce. Hence, it follows that black cats are the closest approximation for the satisfaction of Art ' s now down in Salem feeling. But once upon a time, before Art fell to the low estate of a student, his beaming countenance used to be seen early and often in class activities. He used to be a regular member of Sophomore D, the Tammany Hall of two years ago. His was the solemn office of preventing Dick Rockett from becoming too verbose in the many conclaves of Sigma Delta. Both of these Northern shore celeb rities sat on the standing board during the second semester. Though Art has become a hard boiled exterminologist during the past two years, it must not be concluded that he has ne- glected the surer roads to knowledge. When the reporter for Sub Turri interviewed him, Art parted with the information that a pedagogue is nothing other than a dog ' s ancestral record. Hence, it is evident that teaching is a considerable distance from Art ' s objective. Still, the fact remains that Salem is best known from the witches and brooms and felines that she has made famous. To such a man as Art Ronan the task becomes one of civic duty — to put the old witch city once more on the map, this time as being the home town of a man preeminent in the medical world. Page one hundred forty-four ALFRED SCHMIZ Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledge Nature ' s wealth, and learning ' s spoil IF in from school or college; Delve we there for richer gems Than the stars of diadems. — Montgomery. Boston Colleg2 High School, 1919 You all know Al. He is that quiet little fellow who can never be found at home on Sunday evenings, and who dur- ing the intervening long, tedious week, seeks distraction in his books. He is, to be sure, a riddle; but by application of modern psychological methods, the solu- tion of him is not impossible. Whence, we deduce this, that after the bestowal upon him of the officially inscribed sheep- skin, Al will never be lacking an honest occupation, if ability to do and ex- perience in doing count for anything. To wit, gaze at the Cantabridgian clad in overalls and jumper, a general utility man, painting fences, plastering walls, puttying windows, aye, even remodeling houses. What? You don ' t believe that those tender looking fingers, seemingly made for social use only, are capable of performing the aforesaid menial tasks? Then after all, you don ' t know Al, and you don ' t know the joy that a he-man takes in honest toil. Democratic in spirit, polished in manner, friendly to all, this black haired youth with rub- ber tired spectacles, can do anything and everything from winding an alarm clock to winning class medals. We doubt that Cambridge will be big enough to contain him, when after graduation, he places his entry in the race of success. We do hope, though, that he won ' t stray far from the Heights, for, to be sure, i r — half of our joy in life would be lost were Al to say Adieu. But notwithstanding that Al, old man, we wish you luck. one hundred forty-five WALTER C. SHEA Nothing comes to him who waits. ' ' Boston College High School, 1919; Band. And so Walter C. Shea bought a horse, a real live horse, not a trot, in order that he might not be outdone in the speedy quest for knowledge. On our last visit to Lowell (that is, the last time we felt insured enough and otherwise protected against the local bandits and all their es- sential relationships to journey thither), we had occasion to question several of the seedy natives. To the query, Have you seen Shea and his speedy Spark- plug? they replied proudly, ' ' Why, do you mean that ossified quadruped that used to hold up traffic? Yes, that ' s the one. Well, them days has gone forever. Shea bought it from the livery when it was being embalmed prior to its wake at the soap factory. He made a horse out of it though. Some job! Having since seen the stealthy steed, we are inclined to agree. The adjoining picture is misleading as he looks this way only when taking exams. Horseback riding and Fatimas are the sine qua non of his existence, and his greatest ambition is to become a jockey and raise a mustache. Tully and Shea — the one without the other is like Epsom without the salts. Since the former desires to sail the ocean blue, and the second hopes to ride to fame and fortune, the day may come in the not too distant future when Tim ' s ship will dock in time to allow Jim to run out to see Walter clear the last barrier and ride Spark- plug to victory. Tim to the utter astonishment of the royalty assembled will lead a regular Bos- ton for the winner of the Grand National Sweep- stakes. Page one hundred forty-six HENRY LEE SUPPLE The path he takes must lead, Always on, and never back. Boston College High School, 1919: Treasurer, Chelsea B. C. Club, 4. Luke, as he is affectionately known, is one of the joys of the Class. For four years we have enjoyed his company; not only in school but at every function, so- cial, athletic, or otherwise, connected with Boston College. To jump in medias res, Luke is a worthy type and figure of all that is col- legiate. It is in this circle that his cuff- less pants, form fitting coat, Arrow col- lars, and thin black ties that Luke out- strips them all. We expect to see our fashionable friend from Everett break into the moving picture limelight soon after he has been graduated; and if records of the past mean anything, time will prove this talented prodigy a greater sensation than is his model — Valentino. Smile not, dear reader, for many a true word is spoken in jest. Already his profile has rendered many an ad attractive and be it known that his following is not to be scoffed at. To be serious, however, Luke is one of the hardest working men in the Class. Monday mornings his arrivals were always heralded with grief and scorn; for Luke was the ablest of the treasurer ' s assistants. His inexorable demand for the weekly dues would put many a tax payer to shame; for his aim was true, his selection of pleas inimitable, and his victims many. In brief, a good student and an excellent com- panion; good natured, kind hearted and a prince of good fellows. With such a combination of superior qualities, the success he has had with us is prophetic of things still greater that are des- tined to be his precious possessions. Page one hundred forty-seven JOSEPH LEO SWEENEY Neat, but not finical Sage, but not cynical. Boston Latin School, 1919; Basket- ball 3, 4. Joe, we must confess, is one of the many who claim or rather admit hailing from Roxbury. Of all these above men- tioned, Joe is without a doubt the most advanced in certain definite lines; namely, physical immensity, reticence, and basket- ball. The first of these is apparent to any observer, the second is admitted even by his most intimate acquaintances, the third is explained by a careful perusal of the comparative scores of the B. C. basketeers and their opponents of the past two years. But Joe ' s achievements do not stop here. Eor what is most important of all, he is an eminent, thorough, and consistent scholar. In his four years he has been an honor student. In the Sophomore year, he proved himself the most adept scholar of his section by winning the much coveted medal as a reward for excellence in the classics. He is, as we said before, the most reticent individual, considering his many ac- complishments, in the Class of ' 23. Any ethician will inform you that Joseph really knows what ethics is. He does not think that ethics is the subway station opposite Boylston — he knows it. Roxbury may have its burglars, its cake- eaters and lounge-lizards. But whatever profession Joe may choose, may he be as successful as he was in his college career. To some that may be well wishing, but to Joe it surely is. Confer ' Luke. GI2.ZV GHOSTS Page one hundred forty-eight NICHOLAS JOSEPH TANGNEY He hath a heart as sound as a bell, and his tongue is the clapper, for what his heart thinks his tongue speaks. — Shakespeare. Dorchester High School, 1919 If good fellowship and sincerity were ever united with a studious nature, this combination most certainly exists in Nick. Nick made the long, somewhat va- ried journey from the wilds of Dorchester every morning to enjoy our companion- ship and more especially to drink deep draughts from the fountain of knowledge. Although Nick has always kept far from the maddening crowd, and has been of a most retiring nature, those in search of him never had very much actual trouble in -finding this pleasant youth. One had only to look for the most win- ning, pleasing smile in the college, and there, standing behind a radiation of friendliness, he would find the brilliant Nicholas. Prof. Tangney, it is said, has revelled much in society. Our informants tell u s that the lure of Terpsichore has ensnared him in its meshes and that bright lights and soft music bring joys unlimited to his soul. Whether or not there is any foundation to this rumor we can not say, but it is certain, that whatever his hobby is, he still retains his cool, clear thinking head. A rather quiet factor in the class, he has been heard to speak only on rare occasions and has consistently taken all things calmly and without undue pomp or show. Never- theless, it has truly been said that the greatest men are those who say the least and consequently we expect great things of Nickie. We shall not be surprised if Nicholas Joseph Tangney proves to be another example to bear out the truth of this maxim. Page one hundred forty-nine JAMES TIMON Apparel oft proclaims the man. Worcester Classical High School, 1919; Holy Cross, ex- ' 23. Smiling Jim can be numbered among the sunbeams of our class. He is a new acquaintance to most of us, having spent his primary collegiate training at Holy Cross, and made his debut to Boston Col- lege in his Junior year. It was not long, however, before he was hailed as a regu- lar fellow and the cause of the cheerful- ness of those surrounding him. Jim soon made up the handicap of being cast among new faces; for there are few who could resist his winning smile and care- free ways. A good student too is Jim. Perhaps not a medal winner but still persistent despite all obstacles, and a true supporter of Alma Mater. If, dear reader, you can picture to yourself a fellow new to most of his class- mates, always one of the first to arrive at every B. C. function and this in spite of the fact that he comes all the way from Worcester, and must return to his home at night, and one forever promoting a spirit of joy — then you have our Jim. We predict a splendid future for this real student and fellow. His smile has gained for him many friends at Boston College, and his disposition is bound to assure him of many more in whatever pursuit he may choose to follow. m Page one hundred fifty LOUIS M. TRACY Man could direct his ways by plain reason, and support his life by tasteless food; but God has given us wit, and flavor, and brightness, and laughter, and perfumes, to enliven the days of mans pilgrimage, and to charm his pained steps over the burning marl. — Sydney Smith. Cambridge High and Latin School, 1919; Fulton 3; Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4; Class Secretary 4; Sub Turri Al- umni Editor. There used to be a headliner in vaude- ville who was billed as Gumpo, the man of a thousand talents, or something like that. He could sing, dance, play musical instruments, do card tricks, jug- gle, and about everything else, including the stunt of catching cannon balls on the back of his neck. We admit that we never saw Louie get any cannonballs in the neck, but that is the only feat that Gumpo did that Louie couldn ' t do. Louie is such an amazing bundle of contradictories that it is hard to get all of him under the microscope. Only five feet tall, he is, so far, the best imitation of a class baby. Yet the good folk of Cambridge, where he went to high school, say that he was a first class, rip-roaring quarterback. Also he admits being a tenor and a soloist, but he is a regular fellow in spite of those handicaps. He is the only scholar living who is able to study Sophocles ' Oedi- pus Rex by means of the text of Cicero ' s orations. We have seen him do it, class after class, and furthermore, Fr. Donnelly will vouch for this accomplishment as additional evidence of his skill. Verily, only a man of Louie ' s distinction could serve the Senior Class as Secretary for one whole year without the aid of pet, pencil, or paper. It is true that Rip and other radicals attempted a recall movement, but this was pure jealousy. Louie could, — why detail them all? Louie is a man of all trades and all pleasantries. Serious of mien, an- gelic of voice; spiritual of touch (musically not financially ) ; he has a trace of the immortal Bobby Clark that makes him the most likeable of companions. He has only one fault. He will pronounce the w in chance, although every- body knows it ' s silent. Tage one hundred fifty-une TIMOTHY M. TULLY ' ' Bui words are things, and a small drop of in l, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think. — Byron. Boston College High School, 1919; President. Lowell B. C. Club 4; Mar- quette 2; Glee Club 1. Tim Tully is a man of few words. In class, after class we have seen him — never as an objector to any particular thesis, not as a member of the inquisitive school who first ask questions, and later give themselves to thought about the subject matter. As is usually the case, however, when Tim speaks the very walls stop and listen. And if Tim shone anywhere it was in the Pedagogy class, when he volunteered some first-hand information on the Army psycho- logical tests. Tim is of a quiet nature and rather diminutive stature, but evi- dently, he had fallen prey to some of those alleged psychologists who helped win the war. Other information of Tim we have none, except that he travelled daily from Lowell, wherever that is. The commuters life worried Tim but little. We don ' t mean to insinuate that he found relaxation therein, but the truth will out, and the fact remains that the B. U. and B. C. contingents have become fast friends on the train which day by day plies between Lowell and the mainland. His duties as President of the Lowell B. C. Club and the distance which he traveled gave Tim no opportunity to join the Musical Clubs or the Debating Societies, and yet he has a good voice, and as we said before his words convey much food for thought. He will undoubtedly become na- val adviser on the staff of the town manager of his natal village, and we trust that he will not al- together forsake his fellow shipmates on that mem- orable voyage which might well be termed Four years before the mast. Page one hundred fifty-two GAYNOR R. WELLINGS : ' Happy is that child of fortune whose duties and pleasures always coincide, but blessed is that son of toil who stops his ears from hearing the sirens song as he sails by the enchanted isle of pleasure on the homeward way. — HortNE. Boston College High School, 1919; President Marquette Debating So- ciety 2; Marquette Prize Debate 2; Fulton 3, 4; Intercollegiats Debate 4; Secretary 4; Assistant Manager of Baseball ' 1. On the rostrum Gaynor is invincible; in the classroom he is model; on the ball feld he is formidable; but in the parlor — well, or as our fellow townsmen on the Cape say, I ' ll be hornswoggled. Eui since all ' s well that ends well accord- ing to the myriad-minded gentleman, then we may well conclude that Gaynor has succeeded in spite of the forces that seemed naturally to have conspired against him. And when, Gaynor, old man, you make the rounds of your acquaintances with Sub Turri tucked snugly beneath your muscular arm, our trust goes with you that in our crackling exuberance we have not left any truth under cover. Gaynor, be it known, is the quintessence of masculinity. It is a mere trick of fate and not his actus humanus that society has played the role of siren to him., The complete failure of the music to have any charm for Gay is due to the zeal with which he has ever entered into collegiate activities. He is the Class ver- satility artist. Were the walls of the Fulton to speak, we should learn of his fiery eloquence within those classic regions. He has conducted or assisted in conducting innum- erable functions for ' 23 since its infancy. As a baseball and basketball player, the varsity has often tried vainly for his services. Gaynor, in parting we cannot wish you good fortune, for you have already acquired it for yourself. A man of your type can never fail. Farewell, fellow un- dergraduate! Hail, fellow alumnus. Page one hundred fifty-three CHARLES R. WYATT ' ' Really, gentlemen, I beg pardon for so much philosophy at one time, and now, lei me apply it. — De Quincey. St. Mary ' s High School, 1918; Fabre Club 3; Secretary, Taunton B. C. Club 3. Such wa s the plea of Charles R. Wy- att to his biographer when the latter sought to plumb the depths of Charlie ' s thoughts in order that they might be re- vealed for the scrutiny of a needly world. For silent Charles, as we shall remember him, rarely communicates his interior sentiments to anyone, but when he does, well, you can make up your mind that his judgments count. After completing his course at St. Mary ' s High, Taunton, in 1918, Charlie decided to travel to the Heights for his studies in the human- ities. He has made an enviable record in his work, and the Class may look for big things to be done by this youth from the city of stoves. Charles is a firm believer in psychoanalysis, as well as woman suffrage — his tendency to the agricultural pursuits also being a characteristic of him. He possesses a vast store of rural knowledge, which has frequently solved momen- tous questions for the vincibly ignorant in regard to them. He is a very modest individual, always ready to give aid to his fellow classmates, and assiduously shunning praise for good work done. His ability to conciliate will work to the utmost advantage in the high school classroom. But whatever line of en- deavor he shall pursue, he can at his own sweet will accomplish the aim he has in life. Then too, his habit of decision guarantees him a success of JG ' DD which 1923 has had a pleasurable foresight. (DOBB azSffia I ' age one hundred fifty four Ex- ' 23 Men Robert J. Allen George T. Baker George M. Barlow Edward J. Barry- Francis A. Barry Aloysius J. Breen John P. Brennan Harold P. Brickly Herbert A. Broderick Charles H. Brison Charles D. Burke Edward A. Burke Thomas L. Burns Edward J. Callahan William J. Callahan Raymond W. Cavanaugh Ladislaus A. Ciesinski Charles R. Connell Edward J. Conway Robert E. Caughlin John T. Craven John J. Crosby Frank A. Curley Harry F. Curley William H. Daly George T. Damon Eugene M. Danehy Harold J. Dennehy Harold J. Dennehy Robert F. Denver Edward J. Devlin John L. Digan James J. — Dillon Francis G. Doherty Francis R. Doherty Albert T. Donovan Gerome G. Donovan Walter F. Downey William J. Ennis Bart. J. Flaherty Arthur C. Feiring Walter J. Flynn Edward P. Ford John W. Fortin Adrian J. Gambet John H. Gay Peter M. Gilfoyle Hugh Kearns Matthew Hale Francis L. Healy Michal L. Healy Leo W. Hogan Bart Hogan John F. Hourihan Daniel E. Hurley Thomas J. Keavy Cyril F. Kelly Edward G. Kelly Harold W. Kelley John E. King Stephen P. Kneizis Joseph P. Lally Francis L. Larkin James H. Lavelle Joseph W. Linehan John F. Lynch Page one hundred fifty-five ' age one hundred fifty-six Page one hundred fifty-seven Page one hundred fifty-eight w Seme? Wood GeotcjeJos iu.G YJQrfa_ firroute io fejus %  lift flue oftlsClufy Page one hundred fifty-nine Page one hundred sixty one hundred sixty-one Page one hundred sixty-two REV. DANIEL J. LYNCH, S. J. a true friend to senior Class of 1924 Again we inspected the work slowly progressing on the Science Building, and then we reported to Fathers McCluskey, Crowley, and Boehm to learn all about Logic, Ontology, and Cosmology. After a strenuous pre-election campaign, our leader of two years ' experience, John F. Monahan, was returned to the President ' s chair. George M. Dowd of football and baseball fame, was chosen Vice-President: Mark H. Keohane, Treasurer; Robert C. Merrick, Secretary, and Philip C. Cleary, A. A. Representative. On the evening of Oct. 29th, when the frightened Fresh- men were chiefly engaged in avoiding terrorizing Sophomore ghosts, and other hallowe ' en pranks were going on among the more frivolous underclassmen, the Juniors held their annual Home Night. Not that they are at home on only that night. Not at all. The program pres- ented was lively and varied, but the Class did not fail to offer a prayer for Dan McDermott who passed to his reward during the previous summer. The attendance at Sodality was good — a tribute to the interest aroused by Fr. George Eberle, S. J., Moderator, and Charles A. Reardon, Prefect. The sermon by Fr. Eberle on the Class motto Noblesse Oblige, will never be forgotten by the men of ' 24. This sermon was one of the observances of Junior Week, an in- novation by this Class. The features included the Junior-Senior Debate, the Memorial Mass, a hockey battle between the two upper classes, and a real social affair at the Somerset. All considered, it was an eventful, inspiring year. Its termination finds the Juniors strongly united to undertake the leadership of the undergraduate body. And what organization of men could be better fitted to stand before the world with the dignity of Seniordom in their every act than that Class whose motto symbolizes the esprit de corps of Boston College, Noblesse Oblige? ' ' Page one hundred sixty-four Some Poc [- Page one hundred sixty-five Class of 1925 Astronomers may glory in the solar system. They may point to comets and to asteroids far removed, but the class of 1924 extols her constellations as the greatest of the universe. And well she may. For upon her roster are re- corded the names of more than a few of sportdom ' s brightest lights. From them the fame of Boston College radiates throughout the country. Nor is her perfection by any means confined to the display of brawn and dexterity. Her orators are eloquent, her debaters skilled in polemics, her scholars erudite, and her Thespians talented. Under the able leadership of William Arthur Reilly of Roxbury, Vice-Presi- dent John J. Keohane, Secretary John E. Corcoran, Treasurer James Foley, and A. A. Representative Charles Darling, the Class effected several laudable in- novations. Their maxim was, In lazy apathy let Stoics boast. A reception committee to welcome visiting athletes, an exclusive Soph bulletin, a printed ballot system for election of class officers are but a few issues of their pro- gressive spirit. Her members reflect as individuals the enterprising energy of the Class. Dar- ling, Captain-elect of football, Fitzgerald, Captain-elect of Hockey, Woodley, adjudged most accomplished orator, are masters in their respective fields. New England possesses none better than Dillon in the 600, Mahoney in the 1000, Reilly in the 45-yard hurdles — indoor champions all. The Stylus and Heights attest the power of her litterateurs. The Christmas play disclosed Slattery grac- ing the footlights as merry Falstaff. Her experienced debaters instruct the Freshman Tyros to distinguish and divide a hair ' twixt south and southwest side. The Varsity two-mile relay composed entirely of Sophs, namely, Walsh, Mahoney, Finnegan and Kirley, showed its heels to the best of College Relay Teams. Foley, Culhane, Fitzgerald, and Morrissey, contributed in making the Hockey Team College Champions. We may truly say that the class of 1925 bids fair to establish the prestige of Boston College upon a plane hitherto unreached. The aurora of her career will not soon fade. Page one hundred sixty-six QntheRocKs Sea. ? a ai or Smarts I Shirt Sa es 7r i Page one hundred sixty-seven Class of 1926 Scarcely seven months have passed since we of Freshman, burning with the thirst for knowledge and ambitious with the hope born of inexperience, assembled within these walls. How well do we remember that strange feeling as we filed into Assembly Hall and looked ourselves over for the first time. From the very beginning it appeared that something unusual had come to pass, and time has indeed justified early expectations. Now as we trace our rugged path through sunshine and shadow, we are about to emerge into the coveted sphere of Soph- omore. Our work may have seemed hard at times, almost impossible to ac- complish, nevertheless, there has been always time for pleasure. Strong in numbers, we were especially remarkable in individuals of conspicuous merit. Even before the Class began to function as a unit, O ' Connell and Donohue brought fame to ' 26 by their prowess on the gridiron. What Boston Collegian can ever forget Okie ' s recovery and touchdown in that never to be forgotten victory over Holy Cross? Our first Class meeting was held on the eleventh of October. Joseph A. Comber, the Senior President, lent dignity to the occasion as we chose with proper ceremony the following officers: President, George Burke; Vice-President, Melvin McCulley; Secretary-Treasurer, Edward Dolan; and Robert Daley, Athletic Representative. Space alone forbids the recounting of the great representation of Freshmen on the athletic squads, the musical clubs, and other college activities. Space alone, or lack of it, prevents the narrating of the various joys of Class nights and B. C. Club socials. The crowning ac- complishment of all was the remarkable Freshie night on February first. The Assembly Hall, the scene of our first get-together, was literally the place where 1926 gathered again in one grand reunion. The program was excellent; the satisfaction of all who attended was apparent. May our future records be as the past, may our achievements be proportional to our hopes. For then it is a certainty that 1926 will go onward and upward with B. C. Page one hundred sixty-eight The League of the Sacred Heart Publish, and cause it to be published, over all the world, that I will set no limits to graces for those souls that come to seek them in this, my Heart. The Class of 1923 has been especially identified with the League of the Sa- cred Heart, as it is now organized at Boston College. It was in September 1919, when the present Seniors entered the College as Freshmen, that Reverend Father Thomas McCluskey, S. J., then Professor of Philosophy in Senior, re- organized the League. On the first Friday of each month since, there have been meetings of the student body in the Assembly Hall. It is hoped that when they are graduated, Boston College men ever deem it a sacred duty to continue their affiliation with this great organization of the Catholic Church. At the present time, the League has thirty millions of members. The Class of ' 23 may remain members for life, and gain all the indulgences by making the morning offering for the first degree, by saying one ' decade of the Rosary for the second degree and by making a monthly Communion of reparation. And regardless of whether or not we are so situated that we can assure ourselves of the general intention recommended by our Holy Father for each month, we can still, in the event of the latter circumstance, have recourse to addition to the morning offering of these words: And especially for the intention recommended by our Holy Father, the Pope. To Father McCluskey, our Reverend Moderator, the Class of 1923 realizes its overwhelming obligations. Not only has this venerable Father continually upheld the ideal of Catholic leadership for our inspiration; he has enkindled in us an ardent devotion to the Sacred Heart, and an uncompromising resolu- tion ever to act in a manner worthy of our Redeemer ' s infinite love for even the humblest of men. Our offering of thanks is at best a lowly one. But our beloved Moderator will receive the Savior Himself, that everlasting reward be- stowed upon all who foster the beautiful devotion to the Sacred Heart. Page one hundred sixty-nine MAY SHRINE Page one hundred seventy one hundred seventy-one T wo Id eals It was a bleak November day on which Marshal Foch visited Boston College during his recent sojourn in the United States. The thick banks of fog which brooded over University Heights lent anything but a favorable setting for the reception of the outstanding military genius of the World War. Yet M. Le Marechal felt happy at his being with us. Clearly, it seemed good to him to be reliving as he related to us the joyous hours of his youth at St. Clement ' s where this manly, zealous Jesuit collegian prepared himself for his great career. In a strong, commanding voice, he told of the principles of piety and patriotism given him by his professors, and as he spoke, we saluted him — a living exemplar of the ideal so long held before us. Almost a year had passed since then. As Seniors bowed down with the hum- ility that wisdom brings, we attended our last College Retreat in Saint Mary ' s Chapel. How thoughtfully we meditated upon the eloquent sermons of Fr. Pyne of Holy Cross. And when His Eminence, William Cardinal O ' Connell, spoke to us, so simply, yet ever so sublimely, then, indeed was it brought home to us how our entire course has been suffused with the light of divine truth. What an edifying sight inspired us! From the altar before which we have in- voked God ' s blessing upon our daily tasks, thence Alma Mater ' s greatest son de- livered an undying message to the young men whom the battle for right will one day summon to arms. In common with Marshal Foch, His Eminence told of principles, of the necessity of our distinguishing between what is tinsel and what is true in life. He spoke of the heavenly reward, and as he did our vision seemed to penetrate the temporal sphere, and we yearned for the eternal. What a splendid lesson is afforded us in the lives of these men. The church- man, ever foremost in the cause of Church and State; the soldier, sword agleam in defense of Fatherland, and breast aflame with loyalty to God. As they have lived, so shall they die, true to the principles instilled into their hearts by the Jesuit Fathers. They have shown us the way to victory, to the real and lasting peace. Men of ' 23, Aux armesF ' T. G. E. Page one hundred seventy-two one hundred seventy-three Page one hundred seventy-four -. V ig§Kjft8jg«| i ™ ' J : 1 P -  V • 1 -.i 33 dvfin M «b ff KM IffiH ; ' ■. ' V Hi 1 ■■■. 1 L i • ■■■. ki. - i wIkm H MAJOR FRANK CAVANAUGH Page one hundred seventy-six Four Years of Cavanaugh An expression, in affectionate levity spoken, is good old Maroon and Gold. For many years past it has filled the hearts of the sons of Boston; for four years just past, it was ever on the lips of the Class of ' 23; and as with all other classes, so with ours — an individual class, but united with all others in devotion, affec- tion and loyalty to good old Maroon and Gold. The triumphant march of B. C. to the golden goal of football triumph has had its beginning with the class of ' 23. It has been four years of Cavanaugh; four years of the Class of ' 23; and four years of football greatness. It was in the year of 1919 that this great class entered upon these Gothic heights — then unhailed in football fame. It was in the fall of this same year that Major Frank Cavanaugh came to us and sent a sturdy, plucky, but none too numerous squad through their paces for the first time on Alumni Field. Of the inchoate elements in this march of triumph, much must be left un- written. To a man we know only too well the difficulties which confronted us. Yet these but added greater glory to our splendid success and present prestige. Up to a few years ago our gridiron teams never stood on their own legs. They tottered along supported by humble apologies. It was the spirit of 1900 and 1910 which made possible the achievement which we enjoy. This is all past history, and their sacrifices and not their brilliant exploits constitute our proud boast. In the fall of 1919 Coach Cavanaugh issued the first call for candidates for the team. Less than two elevens responded! Yet a few days hence a spirited and courageous eleven held the Harvard squad to seventeen points. This de- feat but nourished the seed of determination so solidly implanted in the hearts of our men by the able coach; and the 1919 eleven under the leadership of the famous Jimmie Fitzpatrick, went through the rest of the season in a very credit- able manner, losing to the Army and Rutgers, but taking Middlebury, Yale, Holy Cross and Georgetown into camp. Middlebury proved to be an easy practice game and our team won readily, twenty-five to nothing. Jimmie ' s trained toe counted in each of the three big games. With one pen- dulum-like swing of his left foot, he sent the oval through the uprights in the Yale bowl and changed the count 3-2 Yale to 5-3 B. C. — and this was done with amazing accuracy from the 47-yard line. Holy Cross next felt the sting of this toe when our friends from Worcester, found themselves on the short end of a nine to seven score. Georgetown was then humbled ten to seven when Bos- ton ' s own booted the leather over the cross-bar in the last few minutes of play GRASS DRILL Page one hundred seventy-seven for the deciding; three points. And the great Fitzie can point to three great victories in three great games of one great season. We were, however, destined for even greater laurels on the gridiron; and the eleven of 1920. captained by the versatile Lukie Urban, established a record that will ever stand symbolic of genuine sportsmanship — a timely tribute to our men and their crafty coach — and a lofty example for all sportsmen of the fu- ture to aim at. The season was not marred by a single defeat. The team was hailed All Eastern Champions — the greatest honor that could be conferred upon Alma Mater by her football warriors. A silver loving cup, fittingly inscribed, adorns our Trophy Room in their honor; and a maroon banner ablaze with the scores of the vanquished, hangs in the A. A. office — there proudlv but silently bearing testimony to each victory. The season opened with Fordham. Our boys ran up twenty-five points while the Bronx boys ciphered. Then loomed up Yale — and for the second and last time, the Pup snarled and pranced about, seeking revenge. He set himself to leap, but poor Pup — he o ' er leaped. At the college, true spirit among the boys had reached its height. We all wanted to see the game and most of us did. The aristocratic hired Pullmans, but the greater number went over the road. We were all football mad and we all saw the Yale eleven plus Thurber of Col- gate, the field judge, topple and scramble for safety beneath a 21-13 avalanche. The Pup has since then barked up less lofty heights than those to which we soar. Springfield, Boston University, and Tufts next displayed their wares. They bowed to their host and were respectfully and respectively defeated by the scores, 12, 34, and 37-0. The crack Marietta eleven, with their marvellous aerial at- tack, proved to be keen competition until the final whistle blew. But our mighty men were not to be denied, and the dame from the West returned nursing a 13-3 defeat. The lads from the Capitol City came up once again to take home a 30-0 lac- ing. The wearers of the Blue and Grey were orderly and well behaved lads but were poor competition for our stellar eleven. The Purple then thought to cross our goal-line, but the Maroon and Gold sent Cleo and his boys home think- ing over the 14-0 drubbing; and we may mention that our boys set Cleo think- ing up his annual and characteristic alibies. Not a single defeat; and Yale and Marietta the only foes to score against us. What a wonderful achievement ! What an unusual constellation was ours! A CRONIN PLUNGE Page one hundred seventy-eight Eastern champions of 1920! But — Princeton, Dartmouth, and Columbia cast caustic eyes on this unusual unit of football stars, and enlisted in their ranks such men as whose names shall not blemish this page. Our Alma Mater has suffered severely from this malpractice in which others take such delight. Consequently, due in part to graduation and to these other causes, Coach Cavanaugh was left with but Kelleher, Kelley, Liston, J. Doyle and Cap- tain Tony Comerford with which to open the 1921 campaign. Our courageous Cav set to his task. The team took three straight to get off to a good start. Boston University and Providence Collegians were vanquished with ease. The scores, 13-0 and 25-0 respectively are indicative of the power that rested in the newly moulded machine. The sunny south was then visited by our team, and here the Green and Yellow of the Baylor Bears floated at half- mast when the wearers of the Maroon and Gold triumphed over these bare- legged warriors by a 23-7 count. It was in this game that we experienced the first fatal blow of the season, for the sterling Darling received a broken ankle in the first period of play. Four thousand miles of travelling had a fatal effect on our team as was evi- dent when the powerful Detroit eleven completely eclipsed our remarkable re- cord of thirteen consecutive victories. Fordham and the boys then battled to a scoreless tie, but another casualty was added to the list when Steve Patten was forced to retire from the game with a broken ankle. Marietta next whirled in from the West, seeking revenge for her previous up- set; she calmly returned to the plains again after our boys had decisively proved by a 14-0 score, that her aerial attack was passe. The next contender was one of the greatest elevens that ever wore the Blue and Gray. Twice, when victory was seemingly in our grasp, Flavin, the Georgetown flash, dashed within scoring distance of our goal; and Kenyon or some other Hilltopper carried the ball over. Captain Tony Comerford was spectacular in this game; yet his spirited fighters felt the sting of a 14-0 defeat. Cleo then visited Boston — Cleo smiling. That ' s incidental. The Purple, however, surely had the goods; and we went down in defeat. The score — oh — 41-0 As Garrity puts it: It ' s useless to say more and equally painful. But to our coach we say that we appreciate the obstacles that confronted him and his assistant, Joy; and we are truly grate- ful to them for their untiring efforts to produce a winning eleven. The fall of 1922 found Captain Bill Kelleher and his mates determined to avenge the Purple triumph of the previous season and to win back the Jesuit title. The return of Jack Heaphy, our All-American center, to the pivotal HAP WARD GOING THROUGH Page one hundred seventy-nine position was hailed with great delight by all. His stalwart figure in the line, his uncanny diagnoses of plays, his accurate passes, his speed, fight and snap were felt in every move the team made. Chuck Darling, our premier punter, proved to be a magnificent quarter, possessing plenty of football brains, cool- ness under fire, cleverness and great ability in passing, powerfully fast and a finished and deadly tackier. Tony Comerford ever played spectacularly in his game of end-rush and seldom do we find an end possessed of so keen a diag- nosis of plav, such smashing speed and tremendous power. In Captain Bill Kelleher, we had the ideal full-back; a tower of strength on interference, re- markably strong on defense, and a player ready to take any amount of punish- ment and still retain a final punch. This was the sparkling setting of so successful a season. Boston University and Fordham were our first prey; the former falling before our line to the score of 20-6, while the latter experienced greater defeat as the 27-0 indicates. The contest at Detroit which had been poorly officiated much to our disfavor and their discredit, resulted in a 10-8 defeat. The greatest evil encumbered, how- ever, was the loss of Smiling Bill Kelleher, and our star tackle, Joe Koz- lowsky, from the line-up for the next four games. The powerful, intelligent, versatile and clever Lafayette eleven was at its zenith when it was returned vic- tor by two touchdowns over our boys who went down in glorious defeat. Villa- nova was easily defeated 15-3; and the Baylorites, hailed as champions of the Southwest, proved spectacular in their barelegs but otherwise in football ability. Twenty-five to nothing was the final tally and the Baylor boys received their lesson in true, clean, hard football. Luke Urban ' s Canisius College eleven threw a scare into the B. C. camp by their unexpected strength; and the final count, 13-7 indicates the closeness of the struggle. Captain Kelleher and Joe Kozlowsky returned to the line-up for the George- town game. Their presence was a strengthening influence; and while the boys from the Heights completely outclassed our Southern visitors, the wearers of the Blue and Gray managed to stave off our attacks at the crucial moments and the contest ended in a scoreless deadlock. Our objective contest with Holy Cross proved to be the most spectacular game of the season. Proud, confident and strong, the team from Mount St. James faced a Boston College eleven whose main asset were a spirit of gameness and a keen desire to efface the memory of the 1921 debacle. Before a monster crowd of 40,000 spectators, who thronged Braves ' Field to witness this gridiron classic, the sons of Boston College fought valiantly against a supposedly superior team CAPTAIN KELLEHER GOES OVER Page one hundred eighty and overcame them by dint of sheer grit and determination. The conflict, one of the most bitter of all battles fought between these noted Jesuit rivals, ended in a 17-13 triumph for Boston College. Thus a successful season was brought to a colorful climax — a season featured by six victories, two defeats, and a scoreless tie. And as we reflect on our line, we find that we had a well nigh perfect protection for anything that might have arisen; and that our backfield was perfectly balanced and uniformly perfect and powerful. We could eulogize Manager Jerry Coughlin for his untiring efforts but this modest youth needs no eulogy and so with Ward, Cronin, Donahue, O ' Connell, and Elberry. So too the subs, Beaver, Matthews, Wilson, Donnel- lan, Dowd and Duffy — all are heroes and we hail them all. Boston College, to a man, pays you tribute, Major Cavanaugh, as the finest coach we have ever had and can ever hope to have. We salute you. For your team and our team — GLORY! Remember, you men who had part in that conquest, that your names are writ- ten deep in the hearts of all Boston College men. The spirit to give your best for your college in so far as you are capable, was truly illustrated in this great victory; and the spirit of true sacrifice was pointed out to all Boston College men by those thirty gridiron warriors of the Maroon and Gold. Let us all re- member and emulate this spirit to the best of our ability. And although the merely ephemeral lustre of the above narrated achievements may have long since faded into football history, still we of the Class of ' 23 shall ever retain in undying memory the happy thought of four years of Cav- anaugh, four years of football greatness, and four years of the Class of ' 23. P. H. C. CAPTAIN-ELECT DARLING SCORES Page one hundred eighty-one Page one hundred eighty-two Three Aces CAPT. KELLEHER Smiling Bill, they called him. Bill never lost his pleasing grin, whatever the outlook. His specialty was defensive work of the highest calibre. No matter how pow- erful the opposition, Bill usually found a way to get the man with the ball before he got very far. Able player and inspiring leader, Bill will be missed at Boston Col- lege, but he will never be forgotten. CAPT. BILL KELLEHER JACK HEAPHY When shall we look upon his like again? Roving Jack, greatest center that ever wore the Maroon and Gold. Jack was one of the chief reasons for our success in 1919 and 1920, and starred brightly in both conquests at New Haven, much to the discomfiture of one Tim Callahan. His 1922 record again won him prominence as an All-American candidate. If his successors even approach Jack ' s standard, then Holy Cross has reason to worry. TIGER JACK HEAPHY TONY COMERFORD All things must have an end; and Tony showed what a good end means to a foot- ball team. For four years Tony was one of B. C. ' s most dependable gridiron per- formers. Prominent factor in two triumphs over Yale and three victories over the Purple, Tony leaves behind him a record of achievement that will be an inspiration for all future winemen at the Heights. TONY COMEIiFORI) Page one hundred eighty-three Page one hundred eighty-four Page one hundred eighty-five Page one hundred eighty-six JACK FITZGERALD CAPT. -ELECT MANAGER TOM CANNON COACH FRED ROCQUE Ice hockey, as far as we are concerned, originated in Canada, spread and de- veloped in the United States and reached its apex at Boston College in 1923. Only four years previously, hockey had struggled into Maroon and Gold sport life as a major sport. It had, until then, enjoyed a sort of desultory existence due to weather conditions in this clime and the limited popularity of the game itself. There were, however, those who believed in the future of hockey and to them we owe in a great measure its present success at Boston College. The Morrissey brothers, Frank, Jim, and Len; Leo Hughes, and Ed Canity, persevered in their attempt to establish hockey on the par with football, baseball and track at the Heights. Our Freshman year saw it as a major sport, Dido Falvey was secured as coach, and under Captain Frank Morrissey the boys worked hard to live up to the newly acquired status of their sport. Well, they didn ' t set the world on fire, but they did show such promise under the existing disadvantages that the following season found the squad under the tutelage of Fred Roque with the arena in which to practice, and with the begin- ning of an enthusiastic backing that was later to develop into the greatest and most loyal following of any college hockey team in America. Leo Hughes led this team and it soon began to command attention from the sporting public. It is hard to say just what contributed most to the development of the players this year. But certain it is that this was the year in which the wonderful team of the following season was formulated. It may have been the coach, it may have been the natural ability of the players themselves or even the use of the Arena for practice, but if any particular factor is lo be credited above the combination Page one hundred eighty-seven of these advantages we believe that it was the experience of the practice con- flicts with Ramie Skilton and his men. This team won from Amherst, Mass. Aggies, and M. I. T., the latter losing a series of games to the Heights aggregation. Incidentally it is interesting to know that the one game of this series which B. C. lost is the only defeat which the College has suffered at the hands of an American college team since Coach Roque has taken charge. The season closed with rather fair applause and whispered discussions as to the prospects of the ensuing year. The next season followed, as seasons will do, and Leo again led the team. Tech, West Point and Yale were easily dis- posed of and Boston College was hailed as the eastern collegiate champion. The crack McGill sextet however, registered a lone victory over the Maroon and Gold, but the American standing remained intact. The progress of these three years was nothing short of phenomenal. From the mediocre to one of the foremost college teams in the United States had elec- trified the sporting public. The fourth year was to paralyze it. The sextet of 1923 made its bow during the Christmas vacation. McGill, a Canadian favorite, first fell by the wayside. Tech followed and B. U. after a stiff battle, also was subdued. Boston was now firmly established as the lead- ing hockey city south of Canada, and Boston College was without questio n the most popular team with the fans. B. U., in the opinion of the fans, deserved another game. B. U. secured another game. B. U. received a big setback show- ing the real difference between the teams. Tom Cannon searched frantically for good teams to play. The Eagles took a trip. West Point, Hamilton and Buffalo took setbacks. Back in Boston, Queens College essayed the vindication of Canada ' s hockey prestige and Canada went hockey bankrupt. The rest of the season comprised victories over such club teams as the Victorias, New Haven, and the B. A. A., while out of the west came Duluth with a championship Club and B. C. lost a hard fought game. Never has a hockey team evoked such interest at the Arena. Never was such enthusiasm shown. The walls rocked with the cheers For Boston. The names of the departing members of this team will be inscribed in our Hall of Fame forever. Captain Garrity, Leo Hughes, and Len Morrisey, leave gaps hard to fill, but we have faith in Coach Roque and the smartest lithe goal tender, Boston has ever seen, Captain-elect Jack Fitzgerald. We think we ' re leaving with the greatest hockey team that ever has or ever will represent Boston Col- ege. We may be wrong. Our wishes are for many more of them. J. J. L. Page one hundred eighty-eight LEO HUGHES One of the speediest forwards in college circles, fearless on the offense and formid- able on the defense. To all hockey fans in the East, Leo has been a source of admir- ation. To Bostonians of every age he has been a source of pride. May our 1922 captain follow through to greater fame and renown. LEO HUGHES ED. GARRITY To Ed went the honor of leading the finest sextet of the collegiate hockey world, a team which Major Frank Cavanaugh termed unbeatable. To it Ed gave his seven years of experience at Cambridge Latin and our own B. C. In virtue of this ex- perience and the splendid work of three seasons rich in victory, Ed brought to the position of captaincy all the elements needed to weld the members into a unit capable of achieving all its potentialities. The season ' s record is proof enough of Ed ' s skill as a master-builder. CAPT. ED. GARRITY LEN MORRISSEY There are defense men and defense men, but Len happens to be one of the brightest lights in the hockeydom. On innumerable occasions threatening attacks on the B. C. net were thwarted by the impregnable Morrissey — Fitzie _ combination. Len ' s col- legiate career was crowned with universal recognition of his being the premier defense man in intercollegiate hockey. LEN MORRISSEY one hundred eighty-nine Page one hundred ninety Track As we scan the pages of early B. C. Track History, we read therein humble apologies for the innumerable defeats suffered and tender words of praise and commendation for the vanquished. Today, we need make no apology for defeat, and words of glory and songs of victory dispell the gloom and sting of our early failure on the cinderpath. A new era in track had its inception in the appointment of Mr. John Ryder, as our track coach. It was in 1919 that this great coach of the running game courageously undertook a seemingly impossible task — and that, the making of a track team which would bring triumph to the wearers of the Maroon and Gold, and glory to their coach. The former was the aim of our affectionate Jack Ryder; the latter was his due, for he came to the Heights heralded as one of the best and most successful track men in the East. Indulgence in competitive athletics is a matter for individual determination. This is not a call for athletes. Athletes will report anyway. This is an invi- tation to all the students to enjoy the physical benefits that may be obtained for the asking. Thus, our new Coach informed all B. C. men that he was ready to begin his work; and we especially have seen the splendid results of his untiring efforts. Candidates experienced and inexperienced reported; and in less time than it takes for the telling, Coach Ryder produced a team that won the Eastern Intercollegiate Championship title; took fourth place in the all New England events; and, at the Penn Relay Carnival, our Relay Team breasted the tape as champion of Class C, and had turned in such remarkable time that it was henceforth placed in Class B. The Boston College Track Team had come into its own and was to be reckoned with in the future. Since then, the men from the Heights twice won the Eastern Championship. Entering the Penn games as Champions of Class C in 1920, our relay flyers established a new record in Class B in ' 21 and captured the event once again in ' 22. In the New England Championship, our men placed second in ' 21 and tied with Tech last year for first honors in this great annual event. The return of twelve letter men to the College last Fall made prospects for greater glory exceedingly bright. After a few weeks of ideal autumnal weather, the board track was laid, and the boys tuned up for an indoor season that was rich in triumph and glorious in defeat. The real treat of the indoor season came when young Pat Mahoney uncorked a burst of speed in the K. C. mile which not only won the event, but also made Pat the proud possessor of a magnificent trophy for the ensuing year. This youngster was not satisfied, however, until he was hailed champion of the 1000 yard run in the N. E. A. A. U. Other individual stars of the indoor season whose names and deeds have aug- mented the prestige enjoyed by Boston College in the sporting world are; Phil Dillon, the 600 yard N. E. A. A. U. champion and a 440 man of great promise; Bob Merrick, who recently equalled the world ' s record in the 120 yard low hurdles; and Art Reilly, whose win in the 45-yard timber event in the N. E. A. A. U. was a tribute both to Alma Mater and to modest Jack Ryder, for now we have with us another champion in another find. Page one hundred ninety-one Page one hundred ninety two In the Catholic College Relay Championship for the Cardinal O ' Connell Trophy, the Eagle mile quartet left Fordham groping their dust in the trial heats. Georgetown had vanquished the Purple and then toed the mark with our men. It was a wonderful race with our boys being barely nosed out by the crack Connolly in the most exciting race of the evening. The I. C. A. A. A. A. games gave Coach Ryder a splendid opportunity to show the mettle of his middle-distance quartet. In this event the wearers of the Maroon and Gold all but clipped the world ' s two-mile indoor record with Kirley in poor shape, after sending the much-heralded Syracusans down in defeat and thereby gaining the greatest of all track distinctions of 1923 in being chosen as the chief contender against the Oxford-Cambridge relay team at the Penn Relay Carnival. The board track has been taken up, and a large squad is running in prepara- tion for the coming outdoor season. Coach Ryder is at his task advising all comers and grooming the veterans. The brilliant prospects for the outdoor season have set aflame high hopes in the stout heart of our great coach. May his fliers fan this flame into happy realizations. P. H. C. OUT ON THE OLD BOARDS ge one hundred ninety-three Page one hundred ninety-foui Felicitations When in 1894 the Dorchester A. C. entered John A. Ryder as a competitor of real worth and true sportsmanship in the game that later became his sole profession, little did this club or its members realize that there was then in the making the great coach whom we have with us today. First running as an ama- teur and afterwards enlisting his efforts in the professional ranks, this modest, genial, unassuming gentleman crowned himself with renown. He came to us four years ago and in those same four years our track team, then unheralded, has reached a zenith in the track world seldom attained by any team in so short a space of time. This rapid rise is really remarkable when we reflect on the fact that, during this same period, Boston College has had more champions and championship relays than any college in the East can claim in even a much greater period of years. To Coach Ryder then greater glory for the magnitude of his admirable work, and to him the Class of 1923 pays tribute. He appeared on the horizon, scin- tillated, and shone; and while we pass on, he remains, still masterful and skill- ful, diligent and untiring. He has proven himself to be a real friend to the student body and a boon companion to ' 23. We open up our hearts in honor, in praise, and in commendation of what he has already achieved; and finally, it is our whole souled desire that he will carry on in his present success and that he will emerge from every fray bearing the victor ' s palms. P. H. C. Page one hundred ninety-five Page one hundred ninety-six Page one hundred ninety-seven COACH COADY CAPT. MELLEY MANAGER I.OFTUS Basketball at Boston College, despite many draw backs such as lack of con- veniences for practice, has enjoyed a creditable share of success in the past, but it remained for the season of 1923 to produce the first team in many years that was able to vanquish the Purple on the court. The opening of the campaign found a veteran aggregation answering the call for candidates, every member of the 1922 team being again available. To these were added several promising aspirants from the Freshman class. Coach Wil- liam Coady finally picked as the premier quintet, Captain Bill Melley and Owen Gallagher, backs, Jim Hickey, center; and Tommy Murphy, former captain, together with Andy Carroll of Dedham as forwards. Listed among the first- string substitutes were such men as Gus Whalen of the baseball team: Jack Keohane and Grat O ' Connell, of note in gridiron circles; Ed Mockler of the 1922 squad and Bill McDonald of the Senior class. The schedule arranged by Manager Loftus called for early season games with several college teams in New England. Capt. Mel ley ' s outfit found little diffi- culty in maintaining a clean record at the expense of these opponents, however. The middle of February found a well-conditioned team taking the floor against our perennial adversaries, Holy Cross. Few were they who conceded the Maroon and Gold more than a fighting chance to break the long string of wins that the Worcesterites had amassed, and when the first half ended with Holy Cross lead- ing 17-12, it seemed that the mantle of victory was once more to fall on the Page one hundred ninety-eight shoulders of our rivals. But the story of the second half is a different tale. It is the record of a determined battle against odds — of a heroic struggle to snatch triumph from the hands of a supposedly superior foe. As the fleeting moments saw the boys from the Heights overtake and finally pass their op- ponents, the enthusiasm of the spectators knew no bounds. Despite the valiant efforts of the flashy Riopel and the crafty Horan, the B. C. team, due principally to the accurate shooting of Tommy Murphy, and the superb defensive play of Grat O ' Connell, gradually established a commanding lead; and when the final whistle blew, the Maroon and Gold was triumphant by a score of 32-26. The return game at Worcester was a close and exciting struggle. Captain Melley and his mates did well to score 21 points against the rejuvenated Wor- cesterites, who gathered 35 tallies. The men on the squad deserve more than a passing note of credit. The fact that they were the first net team in many a yesr to lower the colors of Holy Cross in basketball is sufficient to place thsm in the forefront of the athletic representatives of the college. G. F. C. Page one hundred ninetv-nin: Baseball THE SPARKLING SETTING OF DIAMOND PROMISE Coach Olaf Henriksen set an early date for spring training, but Olaf had method in his madness, as is evident from the top-heavy schedule which our efficient manager, Ed Elston, drew up for the 1923 season. At this writing the team has had no intercollegiate competition, but from what was displayed by the large squad which worked the kinks out of their joints at the Armory in early season practice, we do not hesitate to prophesy a truly successful season. Many veterans reported to the coach, prominent among them such stars as: Comerford, Darling, and Wilson in the outfield; Tommy Philips, Gus Whelan, Mclntire, and Sonny Foley on the bags; and such splendid veteran battery mat- erial in Mullowney, Vargus, Patten, McCrehan, Lashway, and Catcher Ed Philips. With this formidable array, our coach has a varsity nine genuinely representative in the intercollegiate balldom. In addition to this, the team was especially strengthened by several new arrivals. Frank Gaspipe Sullivan and Hap Ward will help Philips receive the horsehide as the batters miss the deliveries of our heady pitchers. In the shortfield, Myron, an all scholastic choice, is a new- comer of great promise, while Manderville, a south paw first sacker will relieve Whelan at the initial corner. Bill Cronin, our star halfback on the varsity, is perhaps the cleverest utility man on the squad. Every game will see his ap- pearance for he is as sure at the bat as in the infield or in the outer garden. The year 1922 brought with it a new face in the Boston College baseball picture, but Olaf Henriksen needs no recommendation to the followers of the national game. Since his advent on the Heights, the steady improvement of the nine has been evident. The ability that he has displayed thus far in molding powerful combinations out of the material on hand warrants our prediction that the years he may spend at Boston College will be fraught with success and that the baseball prestige of our Alma Mater will fare well in the hands of the capable Olaf Henriksen. P. H. C. Page two hundred Page two hundred one Page two hundred two Rev. Richard A. O ' Brien FACULTY DIRECTOR Frank A. Reynolds, ' 16 GRADUATE MANAGER Trainer Dutch Carr Page two hundred three Page two hundred four The Lakes You are the giant eyes of him Who lies in dreamy ease, With Gothic Spires his chiseled crown And tressy hair, — the trees You are the captured blue of skies When summer zephyrs ride Gondola-like on ripples crest, With a babbled song of pride. Still memory paints you glassy white, With awe in frigid eyes, As if you saw the Master ' s Throne In deep Cerulean skies. Francis L. Ford, ' 23. Page two hundred five Page two hundred six The Philomatheia Club Centuries hence some historian will undoubtedly write with gifted eloquence of the wondrous growth of Boston College, the Louvain of America. How that institution rose from lowly beginnings to a position of eminence in the world of culture: how some of her sons fought the good fight in the civil order, while their fellow Alumni were blazing the distant mission trails; how the hierarchy and clergy of this archdiocese cooperated with the New England Province of the Society of Jesus in keeping the torch of truth aglow on the Heights; all this will one day be enshrined in literary archives. Then will be told also the story of the Philomatheia Club; of the circumstances surrounding its formation in 1915; and of its success in fulfilling its purpose as the fairv god-mother of Boston College. The devotion of these splendid women to the College fills the undergraduate with gratitude, and moves the graduate to realize his duties towards the guide of his youth. Lovers of learning, the Class of ' 23 will ever think of you as a loyal legion of Catholic women, steadfast in your adherence to the purpose of your organization, unbounded in your generosity, unassuming in your sacrifices, admirable in your love for Boston College. To you through Mrs. Vincent P. Roberts, your zeal- ous President, and to Rev. Daniel J. Lynch, S. J., your kindly spiritual director, we offer an humble thanksgiving and a pledge to emulate, every man of us, your spirit of loyalty to our own Alma Mater. T. G. E. Pag; two hundred eight Mrs. Vincent P. Roberts, President Philomatheia Page two hundred nine Copy of letter written by Sub-Turrist, ' 23, to Bill Daly, ex- ' 23, Editor-in-Chief of the Georgetown Hoya 1 ' Chestnut Hill, Mass., June 19, 1923. My dear friend Bill: At last the dread orals are over and I have actually found time to reply to that enjoyable and doubly welcome letter which you sent to me a few weeks ago. Your message awoke many dormant recollec tions of the countless happy hours which we as Freshmen whiled away at this beautiful center of Catholic scholar- ship. Would that you had not left us and had not taken up your abode at the Hilltop, and would that I would not rave so in the lunacy of ink; but, really, you missed out on one of the greatest programs of any conceivable collegiate year. Your most interesting enumeration of your Senior year activities is, indeed, to be complimented upon; and just to furnish a little novelty, I have decided to re- count to you a few instances of B. C. strife and social life. Of course, I am to relate only some of the interesting events that have taken place, for as Dryden has said, The curse of writing is an endless itch, and I am sure that you have no desire of sending me, or rather mine, a spiritual bou- quet in the event I scratch myself to death — for such would be the case, so full was our program. The first event of moment was one of great display of enthusiasm and spirit. On the eve of the Holy Cross game, the Senior Class held the annual Smoker at the Boston City Club. We invited the Alumni, undergrads, and friends of Bos- ton College to come and enjoy some of our Lucky Strikes and imported Pippins. The massive hall was taxed to capacity, and even then standing room was at a premium. An entertaining and formidable array of speakers waxed eloquent on football as we play it and as it is played; Cav put across a wonderful speech on true college spirit, and had the boys fighting mad for victory over the Purple. Owen A. Gallagher filled the chair after the manner born and provided the mon- ster crowd with a peppy musicale, to add a little flavor to the whole affair. Optimism was supreme, and proved, indeed, to be the foreshadowing of the morale that prevailed on the morrow. That night we painted the town red, and gave a reception to our victorious eleven at the Somerset. We all made merry on that evening and celebrated our victory in grand style. General glee reigned unchecked. In fact, as we glided over the floor, we told our partners of our sturdy and intrepid heroes, pointing out, as we whirled by, the stalwart Heaphy, the fighting Comerford, the daring Page two hundred ten Page two hundred eleven Darling, and all the boys. George Olesen was there in an official capacity, as were the noted salesmen, Ed Garrity and Ned Davis. These were the boys who made the reception possible, and it was surely one gr and time. After this event we drifted in a somewhat aimless fashion socially through the rest of December, devoting some of our time and energy to the books, and conserving the rest for the Philomatheia Winter Carnival. If you will pardon the digression, I might say that the Philomatheia Club is especially solicitous for the success of all Senior activities. This beloved organization conducted an enjoyable Winter Carnival during the Christmas holidays. You are thoroughly aware of the fact that the cli- matic conditions of the New England States change the Heights during the winter months into a veritable fairyland of ice and snow. Thus, conditions about the College are ideal for winter sports. And on that day — what a magnificent scene the campus did present: the air was as crisp and clear as the crystal waters of an Alpine spring, and from the cloudless canopy of an azure sky sunshine sifted down like golden rain, turning the snow laden trees into bejewelled giants. The campus was thronged with merry groups. The thrill of a mile a minute gait of the toboggan will linger long in my memory, and the unique sensation of skimming over mother earth and flying through the ethereal heavens will never pass entirely into oblivion. Following an afternoon of sports and fun, a repast was served to appease our hunger, and then we kept time with the music with our friends in our arms for the rest of the evening. The Philomatheia again scored high in the hearts of ' 23, for the splendid carnival afforded us, and to this motherly organization we are truly grateful for the high and noble character of this annual event. This brought us into January. The mid-years were now in order, and with them the Philomatheia Ball. We all drove up to the Copley Plaza in our hired cars; told James to call back early; and enjoyed the most wonderful and memorable time of our whole collegiate career. Genial Joe Comber, our Class President, led the grand march, and presented Mrs. Vincent P. Roberts, the President of the Philomatheia, with a beautiful bouquet of maroon and gold effect. Joe rivalled Valentino himself, but as you know, he is modest and careful. Even Al Bedard was there; and Will us McNulty manifested marvelous agility and splendid footwork. On that evening, my dear friend, pleasure and beauty met; and joy was unconfined. To be at the affair was bliss; but to be there in the prime of youth was heaven itself. Next in order was the Senior Minstrel Show. This was an innovation at the College and it proved to be a worth while and profitable undertaking. Cecil McGoldrick signed up Dom Keegan and we surely enjoyed one of the best min- Page two hundred twelve strels seen in these parts for many a moon. Tony Comerford played his usual end position. He stepped, strutted and stepped some more. We had several soloists, and a chorus which, with its barber shop chords, made a great hit. Then came the big feed, and you would think that some of the boys had started their hunger strike a month in advance. When Ed Dullea ceased making noise with his soup-spoon, and after Jack Heaphy had eaten off Harry Mullowney ' s plate, the latter, known to us as Spinoza, gave vent to his wrath by viciously haranguing the banqueteers. Volstead was barred, but not missed. We all spent an enjoyable evening, and then made for home to get a few hours ' sleep the same morning. On the way to class, however, many of the boys visited the neighborhood drug store to drink soda water to ease the troubled mind, and pur- chased dyspepsia powders to soothe the inferior regions. So you see, old timer, our Class was a live wire, and you should have never lessened the voltage by leaving us. But I am afraid that the length of this epistle will prove an eternal testimonial to the deductive powers of Dryden. Hence enough and more anon. Wishing you the fairest of skies for your Commencement, you old scoundrel, I remain Sincerely your friend, Ye Sub-Turrist, ' 23. P. H. C. Page two hundred thirteen Alumni Association If a college can measure her success, as such an institution, by the achieve- ments of her alumni in their various fields of endeavor, then Boston College can justly and without any seeming effrontery call her institution a success. In no meager way have her sons risen, but, rather, to a very eminent degree. Church, State, Profession, or Business, in each we can point with pride to its prominent members and say, Boston College Alumni. It is not surprising, therefore, to see these Boston College graduates, true to the spirit of their college days, closely allied in their Alumni Association. The Association can surely be given a great deal of worthy praise for the interest that has been manifested toward all B. C. affairs. The great success of Boston College in the past four or five years can honestly be attributed to the Alumni. Indeed, it is with great pleasure and enthusiasm that the graduates of B. C. and even the undergraduates have greeted the project of establishing the Alumni As- sociation in new and permanent headquarters. The need of such headquarters has long been felt, but circumstances have frequently prevented it. The Class of 1923 heartily endorses this stride forward and feels confident that the Asso- ciation will profit greatly by this advance. Such a home as is contemplated will be an outward sign of the spirit that has always actuated the Alumni and will, beyond a doubt, be a credit to it. We wish to express nothing bu the best hopes for future progress and add that we trust that this young class will aid not only morally along such lines, but practically, as will augment the honor and fame of the Association. L. M. T. Page two hundred fourteen Musical Clubs ANDREW L. BOUHEIS S. J. MODERATOR JOHN E. ECKER PRESIDENT THE GLEE CLUB T. FRANCIS BURKE DIRECTOR The achievements of the Boston College Glee Club under the directorship of Mr. T. Francis Burke for the past two seasons, have been remarkably progressive. This able organist and choirmaster has had splendid success in his every endeavor. He was graduated from the New England Conservatory of Music, and returned to the Conservatory to study composition under Chadwick and fugue with Stuart Mason. Boston College pays tribute to you, Mr. Burke, as being one of the most able and capable directors and vocal instructors ever to conduct the many concerts of her Musical Club. The Glee Club was indeed fortunate this year in having in its number men who have had four years of splendid training, and were schooled by such accomplished vocal instructors as T. Carey Martin of the Detroit Symphony, and the late Professor George Lowell Tracy of Boston. This season was replete with success. The concerts rendered throughout Greater Boston were most grati- fying. The annual concert was held in Jordan Hall and was especially well received and roundly applauded by a large and appreciative audience. The finesse of the renditions of her soloists brought forth thunderous applause, and merited much praise from even the most critical. To the Boston College Glee Club belongs the unique distinction of having gained a leading position in college musical circles. It has become, because of its remarkable and rapid advance, one of the really great associations at the College. In the past the class of ' 23 has contributed materially to the splendid success of the Club; and in its passing this class will carry on, and enlist itself in praise and spirit in the furtherance of these lofty and cultural ideals. P. H. C. Page two hundred fifteen Page two hundred sixteen The Band This was the inspiring formation of the Boston College trumpeteers between the halves of that never-to-be-forgotten gridiron victory over Holy Cross. Round after round of applause from the 40,000 spectators assembled at Braves ' Field greeted the rendition of our college anthem, and served to steel our; fighting eleven for the two gruelling quarters from which they emerged triumphant. Page two hundred seventeen Fulton Debating Society Man fearlessly his voice for truth should raise, When truth would force its way in deed or word, Whether for him the popular voice of praise Or the cold sneer of unbelief is heard. NEIL L. BULMAN S. J. MODERATOR It is a singular fact that, for many years past, among the most prominent of our New England orators are included a number of Boston College alumni. To say that Bos- ton College regularly contributes an enviable collection to the mass of native rhetoricians is to put it mildly, for the finished product of our noted Fulton Debating Society has offered the acme of intelligent discussion on any and every worthy occasion. The efficient work of this Society in various inter- collegiate contests causes the audience to marvel at the training which has produced such acuteness in reasoning, such glibness in delivery. Much credit is due the Moder- ator of a society, whose guiding genius is essential to its efficient conduct. As Mod- erator of the Fulton, Rev. Fr. Neil L. Bulman, S. J., has been an invaluable factor in guiding the members over the rough spots, contributing many vital points in the way of successful argumenta- tion, and rendering aid to the officers in administration. To the University of Maine, Fordham, and Holy Cross fell the honors of engaging the Fulton in mortal combat during the past year. The various lecture teams continued the good work of past years in bringing the social and civic problems of the day before the public. Seemingly, the order 1 of things was reversed, for the intercollegiate team assailed the Towner-Sterling Bill, while the lecturers dealt with the economic questions surrounding the funding of the Allied War Debt. The officers for the first term were: President, John P. Flavin; Vice-President, Edward J. Davis; Secretary, Thomas G. Eccles; Treasurer, Alfred J. Bedard; Censor, P. Harold Collins. In the second term the affairs of the Society were conducted by President Owen A. Gallagher, Vice-President, Thomas M. Lane; Secretary, Alexander L. Lashway; Treasurer, Alfred J. Bedard, and Censor, Richard J. Donovan. The annual prize debate medal was won by Owen A. Gallagher, Class Orator of Senior. This contest terminated one of the Fulton ' s most successful years. J. M. L. Page two hundred eighteen Page two hundred nineteen As the oldest of the student activities, the Stylus needs no introduction to the outside world. As the literary organ of the College, the Stylus is read and admired by every B. C. man at some time or other during every month of his life at University Heights. What then, can be said of the 1923 Stylus that will not apply to previous volumes? Well, as Editor you have Francis L. Ford. We sincerely doubt whether any of his illustrious predecessors could have been so irrestistibly human. He was the peerless poet, the dignified literateur, and the fluent conversationalist. But withal, he had the happy faculty of a lively wit, and a brilliancy of rejoinder which conciliated all, even the journalists on the staff of the College Weekly. When we spoke with Frank, we lost conscious- ness of that ultra reserve with which we should ordinarily confer with such majestic personages as Stylus editors. The makeup of the Stylus remained unchanged externally, but the internal policy centered about three qualities, creation, spontaneity, and naturalness. The passing of the plotty story, the unphilosophic essay, and the articles surfeited with debaters ' claptrap was one of the forward steps of the magazine. The Stylus openly attacked all things which savored of the smug, the insincere, and the pseudo. Departmentally, the Stylus improved greatly, each editor taking a commendable interest in his work. The Senior members of the Staff are satisfied with the completion of their labors. Well might they feel endowed with a sense of the delight that comes from duties and fulfilled and from a mens sibi conscia recti, as we learned to say long ago. They have labored for the Stylus from the day of its first issue in their Freshman year, and they have entrusted their bludgeon to the incoming Staff with a commission that they wield it wisely and well. The Staff for the year follows: Editor-in-Chief, Francis L. Ford; Assistant Editor, Myles T. McSweeney, ' 23; Exchange, John F. Brennan ' 23; Apud Poetas, Mathew P. Butler ' 23; Domi, Joseph L. Tribble ' 21: T. Edmund Garrity ' 23, Athletics; Alumni, Victor C. Carr ' 25; Associate Editors: Paul J. Wenners ' 24, William F. Walsh ' 25, James E. Tobin ' 25, Javier E. Molina ' 26; Art Editor, Carl DeSimone ' 24; Business Manager, John F. Monohan ' 24; Advertising Manager, Benedict T. Daly ' 23. T. G. E. Page two hundred twenty Page two hundred twenty-one The Heights started its fourth year under a new system of organization. Here- tofore the weekly newspaper was conducted under the guiding hand of the Editor- in-Chief alone. But the staff had grown to such proportions that it was found necessary to alter the system, and now we find a board of managership under the capable direction of Osgood J. Currier ' 23, as the general manager. Mr. Currier was formerly head of the business department and founded the new system under which the Heights is working, and we feel that the greater efficiency of the paper is due in no small degree to his efforts. The staff established a precedent when it published a fourteen page special pictorial issue on the day of the annual Boston College-Holy Cross football game. Ten thousand copies were printed and sold as the official score card at Braves Field. It is the policy of the weekly to feature every activity of college life at University Heights. All societies, fads and fancies, are covered by the reportorial staff, and the staff comprises the most representative organization of Boston College men in existence. At the beginning of the second term, Mr. Currier transferred to another institution of learning, and Edward F. Mulligan, ' 23, was chosen to fill the position. For nearly a year Mr. Mulligan had served as Editor-in-chief and he had brought to his office a wealth of experience in journalism and an unexcelled genius as an executive. Then, John P. Flavin, ' 23, Managing Editor, was elected to the Editor ' s chair, while Paul J. Wenners ' 24 became the Managing Editor. The other members of the Managing Board included: Edward J. Davis ' 23, treasurer; Edward C. Dullea ' 23, circula- tion manager; Charles D. Povah ' 23, chairman of the editorial board, and Frank B. Welch, ' 25, advertising manager. We cannot mention the Heights without recalling the efficient and capable supervision, and pleasant association with the Faculty Moderator, Mr. James Sweeney, S. J. Very meritorious work has been done by the following associate editors: John J. Lyons, Joseph G. Crane, Thomas G. Eccles, Alexander L. Lashway, r. Harold Collins, John T. Keyes and Alfred J. Bedard. all members of the Senior Class. R. A. C. Page two hundred twenty-two sJSCy 32 Page two hundred twenty-three The Radio Club THE TAPPA TOPPA CHI FRATERNITY It is a fact of history, and we delight in narrating it, that prior to the matricu- lation of the present Seniors in 1919, radio at B. C. was only a dream. As the Class of ' 23 has attained to its majority, so also has radio activity here, with the result that the winged sparks from IPR have carried the fair name of our College afar over the North American continent. Bound up in this notable and historical accomplishment are two of our greatest alumni, — men who, looking clearly into the future, have discerned there the tremendous part which wireless is destined to play in the coming decades. It was the munificence of the Archbishop of Boston, Cardinal O ' Connell, that made possible in a material way the establishment of our splendid station, while the man behind the guns, the zealous Rev. Fr. Daniel J. Lynch, S. J., gave freely of his time, his unstintde energy and his scien- tific experience to build up a really powerful organization of students to further the interests of radio at the Heights. To these vitalizing forces must be attributed, in the final analysis, the distinction of performing this most commendable work for Boston College. The Club prides itself in the possession of His Eminence ' s gift, in truth, one of the most effective transmitting sets in the country. During the transatlantic tests, the eagle ' s screech was heard in several localities of Great Britain. Since then, the club erected a new cage aerial, which strength- ened the signals considerably. As the direct result of Fr. Lynch ' s lectures to the students on radio and other scientific subjects, a large representation of B. C. men qualified as licensed operators. Radio schedules were made with Holy Cross, Fordham, Queen ' s College of Canada, and other institutions. Although this furthered friendly relations through aerial contact, still the B. C. keymen took a certain satisfaction in breaking the news to rival stations of the defeats of their sporting contingents by the Eagles in the latter ' s aerie. The officers of the club, John A. Ecker, ' 23, President; Charles E. Duffy, ' 24, Vice-president; the omni- present Alfred J. Bedard, ' 23, Secretary, and Sylvester J. Connolly, ' 24, Chief Operator — showed the way on a balmy spring evening to a place other than the Waldorf Lunch. Radio sparks filled the air that night, as the activities of the Radio Club arose to a festive climax. In the minds of a goodly number of the men, who must soon close thir philosophy notes forever, there is a consoling realization that no m,atter where they may chance to roam throughout this land in their pursuit of elusive fortune, the Radio Station on University Heights will constantly broadcast news of home to the alumnus who will but listen in. T. G. E. Page two hundred twenty-four Radio Quarters Page two hundred twenty-five Dramatic Club B The play ' s the thing. Simultaneously with the great enthusiasm for the Shakespearian Drama in America, the Boston College Dramatic Association de- parted from its usual comedy to present the first part of the renowned Elizabethan ' s Henry IV. Gerard H. Slattery, of the Sophomore Class played his usual lead, and secured for himself the distinction of being the fin- est artist yet to appear on a Boston College stage. Under the most adverse conditions the P la y was carried on to a successful finish and the months of earnest rehearsing were rev. William E. murphy S. j. forgotten in the long applause of those who remained until the final curtain. Bos- ton College High School Hall was creditably filled when the curtain arose and the wearers of the sock and buskin gamboled in the vestments of the courtly Britains. In the important roles of the production the following mem- bers of Senior were acting: Joseph A. Comber, Cecil McGoldrick, and Lawrence McCarthy. In the second term the association again produced a Shakespearian Play, this time the selection being The Merchant of Venice. For finish and presentation the former work could not be mentioned in the same breath with this production, for the individuals handled themselves adroitly and with a knowledge of their parts, seldom found off the professional stage. George Olesen, president of the Association is, or has been, Father Murphy ' s both right arms in all matters pertaining to the production. For four years he has chased the wooden horses about the stage in the guise of stage manager, and has been the important man behind the curtain in all the Association ' s offerings. The importance of his tasks in this position was hidden from the view of the spectator but withal, the players realized his ability, as well as Father Murphy, who retained him throughout his college course. Much more praise is in store for Father Murphy for attempting Shakespeare in this age of Philistine tendencies. He has proved himself a capable cutter of diamonds from the rocks of collegiate actors, and will be crowned with an especially brilliant tiara in the next world for his patience with the cast stiff as cast iron. The other members of the Dramatic Association to hold office were Joseph A. Comber, vice president; Lawrence McCarthy, secretary; and Cecil McGoldrick. business manager. F. L. F. Page two hundred twenty-six Page two hundred twenty-seven Philomatheia Athletic Banquet The wearied bore the emptied plates away, A lusty cheer the vesper silence broke; The lovers of learning again had saved the day, And gratitude two hundred hearts awoke. Well, there gathered around the festive board athletes and other notables to the above mentioned number. It was an appropriate time for an excellent repast, for the nine had just annexed its fourth straight victory and our appe- tites had keenly suffered from the bracing northwesterly breeze. Rev. Fr. Lynch the Spiritual Director of the Philomatheia Club, offered grace. Then on with the eats! They came, we saw, they were conquered. The trainer consumed a whole herd of roast beef, while Mark Croker, who never liked ice cream, de- monstrated his aversion by finishing his third dish. Next the speakers were presented with grace and ease by the erudite toast- master, Joe Comber. Frs. Lynch and O ' Brien, Dr. Murphy, Mr. Harrington and the country ' s greatest coaches spoke entertainingly on various phases of under- graduate endeavor. The worthy representatives of the Boston press were our honored guests and were rendered well-merited praise throughout the entire evening. The keynote of the speeches was the great ideal which occupies the chief place in the thoughts and aspirations of every loyal Boston collegian. Cav brought it out beautifully. We really felt stronger, nobler men after his eloquent appeal. Finally, the midnight sent our regular Boston for the Philomatheia echoing clear across the Charles River valley. Then we did ourselves proud on Hail Alma Mater and with its last dying notes there was given thanks everlasting to the Philomatheia club, our kindly hostess, thus constituting a perfect end to a perfect day. T. G. E. Page two hundred twenty-eight Page two hundred twenty-nine Class Statistics WINNER RUNNER-UP | Class Sphinx Kelly Ford i Comedian McCarthy O ' Donnell Shiek Lizzie Tish Lashway Grind Flynn Heaphy Bolshevist McSwiney, (Myles T.) Frank Long Jazz Artist McGoldick Macksey Most Wise Jiggs Kelleher Wyatt i Most Promising None of us Commencement Commit- tees | Most Nervy Mulligan!! Most Noisy Crane Shea Most Popular Sub Turri Staff The Class Dues Most Punctual Finnegan Cannon Most Active Bedard Fogarty (In any Exam) Fogarty Back Most Creditable Class of 1923 Best Moustache McNulty Bill Barry (The Poilu) Grand A 1 1-A r o Sweepstakes u n d George Joshua Maria Grant Page two hundred thirt Page two hundred thirty-one Directory Andreoli, Joseph V., 23 Falkland Terrace, Brighton. Argy, William P., 1034 Pleasant St., Waverly. Barry, Edmund G., 37 Neptune Rd., East Boston. Barry. William J., 108 Warren St., Roxbury. Bedard, Alfred J., 159 Water St., Lawrence Boyle, Thomas F., 48 W. Tremlet St., Dorchester. Brock, James J., 95 Cushing St., Dorchester. Burke, Edward J., 63 Lawn St., Roxbury. Butler, Matthew P., 275 Prospect St., Cambridge. Cadogan, William B., 5 Standish St., Dorchester. Cannon, Thomas J., 66 Bennett St., Brighton. Carr , John T., 9 West 3rd St., South Boston. Carty, William J., 6 Ingelside St., Roxbury. Collins, P. Harold, 93 Gore St., Cambridge. Colman, Patrick J., 13 Reed St., Cambridge. Comber, Joseph A., 22 Butler St., Lawrence. Comerford, Walter A., 94 Forrest St., Worcester. Connolly, Cornelius, C. M. College, Schuonte, Ontario, Canada. Coughlin, Gerald F., 92 Woodland Ave., Dorchester. Courtney, Jeremiah J., 189 Millbury St., Worcester. Crane, Joseph G., 298 South St., Jamaica Plain. Crayton, Clarence W., 716 Harrison Ave., Boston. Croke, Edmund W., 167 Hamilton St., Dorchester. Croker, Marcus F., 308 Needham St., Newton Upper Falls. Curtin, John J., 14 Julia St., Maiden. Dailey, Francis K., 534 Riverside Ave., Medford. Daly, Benedict T., 320 Dudley St., Roxbury. Daly, James J., 8 Summer St., Dorchester. Davis, Edward J., 15 Cushman Rd., Brighton. Delaney, Cornelius J., 10 Walnut Ct., Woburn. Desmond, Leo R., 131 E. Cottage St., Dorchester. Dimmock, Walter G., 31 Magazine St., Roxbury. Doherty, Paul H., 3 Derby St., West Newton. Dolan, William J., 35 St. Rose St., Jamaica Plain. Donovan, Richard J., 191 Farnham St., Lawrence. Drown, George H., 70 High St., Sanford, Maine. Duffy, William B., 114 Stearns Ave., Lawrence. Dullea, Edward C, 160 West 3rd St., South Boston. Eccles, Thomas G., 9 Beal St., Hingham. Ecker, John A., 71 Bloomfield St., Dorchester. Elston, Edmund V., 274 Walnut Ave., Roxbury. Englewald, Charles F., 123 Minden St., Roxbury. Page two hundred thirty-two Falvey, Francis E., 63 Chestnut St., Charlestown. Finnegan, Miles J., North Billerica, Mass. Fitzpatrick, Raymond A., 38 Foster St., Brockton. Flavin, John P., 16 Hersey Place, Quincy Flynn, John M., 9 Waldo St., Somerville. Fogarty, Edward F., 503 Webster St., Rockland. Ford, Francis L., 95 Columbia St., Cambridge. Gallagher, Owen A., 17 Ocean St., Dorchester. Galvin, Joseph D., 28 Pequit St., Canton. Garrity, Thomas E., 20 Townsend Rd., Belmont. Gingras, Rene H., 540 Western Ave., Lynn. Gormley, George F., 885 Adams St., Dorchester. Grant, George J., 545 School St., Lowell. Green, Joseph G., 117 Baldwin St., Charlestown. Heaphy, John F., 14 Wellman St., Beverly. Hickey, Francis J., 177 Woodside Ave., Winthrop. Hussey, John E., 18 Oakledge St., Arlington. Jordan, Francis A., 60 Fiske St., Waltham. Kane, Arthur W., 555 West St., Randolph. Kelleher, Daniel L., 156 Auburn St., Brockton. Kelley, Daniel J., 12 Ashley St., Jamaica Plain. Kelliher, James E., 50 Foster St., Brockton. Keyes, John T., 125 H St., South Boston. Lane, Thomas M., 209 Rindge Ave., Cambridge. Lashway, Alexander L., 16 Bradock Park, Boston Levi, Joseph M., 139 Ashland St., Roslindale. Loftus, Bernard F., 166 Essex St., Marlboro. Long, Francis A., 47 Highland Terrace, Brockton. Lyons, John J., 10 Victoria St., Dorchester. Lyons, Patrick H., 21 Day St., North Easton. McAleer, Robert E., 15 Fairview Ave., Cambridge. McCabe, Leo M., 131 Josephine Ave., West Somerville. McCarthy, Joseph D., 408 Third St., South Boston. McCarthy, Lawrence J., 559 Cary Ave., Chelsea. McDermott, Harold F., 62 Fayette St., Cambridge. McGady, Beaven J., 80 Salisbury St., Worcester. McGettrick, Frank M., 24 Dorr St., Roxbury. McGoldrick, Cecil F., 23 Lee St., Cambridge. McGorty, Francis J., Putnam, Conn. McGovern, Philip P., 5 Beacon St., Somerville. Mclnnis, Norbert H., 51 Franklin St., Allston. McLaughlin, James H., 35 Chestnut St., Woburn. McNulty, William L., 69 Lexington St., Lawrence. McSweeney, Myles T., 30 Circuit St., Medford. Macdonald, William C, 40 Pleasant St., Arlington. Macksey, Clarence A., 4 Norwood St., Winchester. Page two hundred thirty-three Mau 10. Anthony, 40 Madison St., East Weymouth. Mayo, Walter L., 18 Aldersey St., Somerville. Moiiahan, Peter J., 21 Mercier St., South Boston. Moriarity, Joseph B., 35 Sharon St., Boston Morrissey, Leonard G., 44 Marshall St., Medford. Mulligan, Edward F., 32 St. Margaret ' s St., Dorchester. Mullowney, Thomas H., 298 Boylston St., Brookline. Murphy, Lawrence J., 26 Rock St., Woburn. Nolan, William L., St. Andrew ' s Rd., East Boston. Oberhauser, Frederick A., 5 Leicester St., Brighton. O ' Brien, Jeremiah F., 239 Emerald St., Maiden. O ' Connell, Cornelius J., 6 Valley St., Canton. O ' Donnell, John A., 10 Savin Hill, Dorchester. O ' Leary, Gerald P., 34 Kingsdale St., Dorchester. Olesen. George F., 27 Lee St., Cambridge. Povah, Charles D., 575 East 8th St., South Boston. Reardon, James G., Medway. Reynolds, Francis E., 243 West 5th St., South Boston. Ripley, Albert F., 30 Florida St., Dorchester. Roche, John D., 40 Ames Place, Marlboro. Rockett, Richard H., 21 Sewall St., Marblehead. Ronan, Arthur T., 145 Federal St., Salem. Schmiz, Alfred P., 30 Worcester St., Cambridge. Shea, Walter C, 180 Mammoth Rd., Lowell. Supple, Henry L., 3 Baker Rd., Everett. Sweeney, Joseph L., 93 Fort Ave., Roxbury. Tangney, Nicholas J., 82 Centre St., Dorchester. Timon, James F., 546 Southbridge St., Worcester. Tracy, Louis M., 19 Rutland St., Cambridge. Tully, Timothy M., 41 Ellis Ct., Lowell. Wellings, Gaynor A., 151 Blue Hill Ave., Roxbury. Wyatt, Charles R., 68 Maple St., North Dighton. Page two hundred thirty-four Jo G«R«UT-r — .. c ftp-rain ' EROJLE -HI LflBQRJj Page two hundred thirty-five Page two hundred thirty-six Page two hundred thirty-seven The Communion Breakfast Sunday, March 11, was an eventful day in the history of the present Senior class as well as in the history of the college. For on that day was held the Senior Communion Breakfast. The occasion, the first of its nature at Univer- sity Heights, marked the establishment of a beautiful precedent which other classes in the future may fittingly emulate. The Senior Class inaugurated the event as a result of the desire on the part of its members to participate as a body in a spiritual exercise during the Holy Season of Lent, and also to give evidence of their regard for the necessity of spiritual as well as intellectual growth. Arrangements for the affair were decidedly in keeping with the simplicity and dignity which should characterize such an event and were admirably well carried out by an efficient committee which comprised: Edward C. Dullea, chairman; John J. Curtin, and Lawrence J. Murphy. Laetare Sunday — a day rich in spiritual associations — was, by a happy coinci- dence, chosen as the day of the communion breakfast. At 10 A. M., the members of the class assembled in the chapel to attend mass celebrated by Rev. Fr. P. J. McHugh. After the chapel services, breakfast was served in the Assembly Hall followed by an interesting program of speakers, all of whom proved to have a message of value for the Seniors. The affair was graced by the presence of the Rector, Rev. Fr. Devlin, who complimented the class on their initiative and told them of his desire to see the event established as an annual custom. The other speakers were, Fr. McHugh, at whose suggestion it was voted by the class to assemble every year on Laetare Sunday at University Heights for a communion breakfast. Grand Knight Frank W. Gleason of Pere Marquette council, Knight of Columbus, who appealed to the Seniors to give evidence of their training by becoming Catholic leaders; Joseph Mulligan of the Class of 1920 who gave a spirited and enthusiastic talk on the essentials for success in a business career; and, finally, the principal speaker of the day, Fr. Dore — Moderator of the Senior Sodality — who gave a masterly address on Catholic ideals and the duties of Catholic college men as crusaders of Christ to hold aloft the banner of Catholicity. The whole affair, from beginning to the end, made a deep and lasting impres- sion on the members of the class; and we will venture to say that all will lon:« remember the stirring words with which Fr. Dore concluded his address in which he portrayed in didactic discourse The Burden of a Degree from Boston College. Page two hundred thirty-eight The Laetare Address Reverend Father Leo A. Dore, S. J., took as the subject of his speech, The Burden of a Degree from Boston College. He began by telling us that it is always a pleasure for a Catholic priest to speak to a well educated, represen- tative body of Catholic young men, of men who show by the lives they lead that the best the world has is Catholic, and that the members of God ' s Church on earth, are the world ' s noblest sons. He pointed out to us briefly our glorious heritage as Catholics, the fact that no other civilization has ever existed that has done one thousandth part ss much as Catholic civilization has done for man, and that we must lead such lives as will enable us to hand down to our sons undimmed and undiminished, the glory which our Catholic Fathers have given to us. Without being pessimistic, he pointed out to us some of the vexing problems that are agitating this nation today, and the fact that it is our duty as well as our privilege to help to solve those problems. Becaus e of our Catholic education, we are better qualified than most men to distinguish right from wrong, the wise from the inexpedient, the really progressive from the merely rash; and Boston College sends us forth as her knights, to be models in our walks of life, ever laboring for the good not only of self and family, but of community and State as well, always making ourselves felt as potent factors in the intellectual and moral development of our country. A Catholic College has been our privilege and with it comes our responsibility. That this work, continued Fr. Dore, will necessitate at times sacrifice of personal comfort or even temporal benefit, should but strengthen the resolution of a Catholic and a man! Let none think that this is a work of supererogation. It is not! It is your work; you owe it to your country, you owe it to your God! The Reverend speaker d eclared that we must adopt the spirit of Gilder ' s beauti- ful lines. He speaks not well who doth his time deplore, Naming it new and little and obscure, Ignoble and unfit for lofty deeds. All times were modern in the time of them, And this no more than others. Do thy part Here in the living day, as did the great Who made old days immortal. So shall men Gazing long that back to this far looming hour Say: ' Then the time when men were truly men! Though wars grew less, their spirits met the test Of new conditions, conquering civic wrongs, Saving the State anew by virtuous lives, Page two hundred thirty-nine Guarding the country ' s honor as their own, And their own country ' s and their sons ! ' Defying leagu ' d fraud with single truth, Not fearing loss and daring to be pure. When error through the land raged like a pest, They claimed the madness caught from mind to mind By wisdom drawn from old, and counsels sane; And as the martyrs of the ancient world Gave death for man so nobly gave they life ; Those the great days and that the heroic age ! Fr. Dore closed his speech with these words: The late Cardinal Gibbons declared that men are influenced less by the ab- stract principles than by living examples; they are governed less by ideas than by ideals. You have heard the idea. Let us seek the ideal! The grandest manifestation in all history of man ' s determination to follow God ' s holy will, cost what it may, is to be found in the Crusades. The first Crusade was begun by Pope Urban II in a speech which has been declared to be one of the most momentous discourses ever pronounced by a successor of Peter. ' Go, my brothers, ' he cried, ' go with confidence to attack the enemies of God. Bishops have been delivered by them over to the executioner, holy places have been desecrated, the virgins of the Lord have been outraged. It is Christ Himself, Who issues forth from His tomb and presents to you His cross. Wear it upon your shoulders and upon your hearts. It will be for you the pledge of victory or the palm of martyrdom. God wills it! Remember those words of Christ, ' Everyone that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands for namesake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall possess life everlasting! ' At these words of the Pope the thousands before him arose in one mass, as one man, and burst forth into that cry which became the war-cry of the Cru- saders, ' It is the will of God! God wills it! ' They were heroes then. Are we cowards now? No! No! Not so! For the spirit then called up still lives to lead; the sword then forged lies ready for our hands; the roads then built are broad and straight for the march of our feet. That spirit of the deep strong love for God still thrills us as of old; we grasp that sword to fight and suffer 1 ' for our King; we press with eager feet along that road which Catholic men have ever trod. For we have come into God ' s open world with the same dowry from our Heavenly Father that they had — the gift of an immortal soul, with a mission to labor for God here, with a destiny of being in glory with Him hereafter. In one sense God needs more of us. But in another sense He needs every one of Page two hundred forty us, and so much so that if we do not do the work God has given us to do, that work will go undone. God wants a glory from you which He will take from you alone. Your work lies before you, your country calls you! Your God calls you ! Answer this call as you should, as you will, and then in the words of a true American, and a Prince of the Catholic Church, you may exclaim, ' Republic of America! thou bearest in thy hands the hopes of the human race. Thy mission for God is to teach the nations that men are capable of highest civil and political liberty. Remember that religion and morality can alone give life to liberty and preserve it in never fading youth. Thy surest hope is from that Church which false friends would have thee fear. For no hearts love thee more ardently than Catholic hearts; no tongues speak more honestly thy treasures than Catholic tongues; and no hands will be lifted up, stronger and more willing to defend, in war and in peace, thy laws and thy institutions, than Catholic hands. Republic of America, be thou perpetual! ' gp Page two hundred forty-one Page two hundred forty-two Acknowledgments At large in the newspaper world are many cartoonists, one of whom captions his work, When a feller needs a friend. We submit without fear of contradic- tion that never could a fellow have a greater need for friends than when he is interested in the editorship of his college year book. But the present editor was blessed with several true friends. Among them: Rev. Fr. Patrick H. McHugh, the Reverend Dean, who taught the funda- mentals of editorship and rendered invaluable criticisms and advice. Miss Mary Flynn of Champlain Studios, who certainly put forth every ami- able energy for the efficient supervision of our photography. Donovan Sullivan, engravers, whose work is distinctive for its punctuality and for its unmatched excellence. Mr. Robert J. Brawley, ' 20, whose individual cartoons and layouts have made our book the outstanding college annual of 1923. Mr. W. J. Heffernan, who manifested splendid interest in our book by of- fering a wealth of suggestions and painstaking care. Mr. Clifton B. Church, who contributed the beautiful scenes of the College. Messrs. Carl De Simone, ' 24, and John T. Sullivan, who chronicled our triumphs in artistic fashion. Business Manager Edward J. Davis, who secured our financial stability; and Assistant Editor P. Harold Collins, who steadfastly stood by through the darkest days. The newspapermen of Boston who were liberal to a fault in placing at our disposal innumerable photographs otherwise unobtainable. To the Staff as well as to those of the Class who rewarded with patent and patient understanding our inestimable yet vain effort to publish our book prior to Commencement — to you fellows, and you are by far in the majority, a word of appreciation, the humble and sincere kind, which knows no acclamation, but which is rather felt and defies adequate expression. The Editor. 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