Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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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

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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

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