Boston College - Sub Turri Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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ment. Soon afterwards, the class elected its officers for the coming year. Greely, Dowd, Chisolm, Kelley, Baleyko and Donovan re- ceived the unanimous vote of their fellow students. On June 9th, the cries of the students were finally answered with a Pops night at Sym- phony Hall. It was during the same month that we celebrated Fr. J. F. X. Murphy ' s fiftieth year as a Jesuit. Then came the dance, we think, of our col- lege careers. The emotion at the Farewell Dance that night at the Liggett Estate was over- powering. It was then that we bade farewell and Godspeed to the V-12 ' ers who were leav- ing for Dartmouth, Brown, Villanova, and Holy Cross. You say no mention of a vacation so far? Oh yes. there were five weeks in July. But when we returned in August the flashy colors of Joe College had turned to a brown khaki of G.I. Joe. We found the soldiers affable and the only disturbance from them was to Gus Keefe as he tried to outshout the crisp Hep, two-three-fours with the lusty vo , Ano-w of Homer. In the fall of ' 43 the B.C. campus wel- comed Pat O ' Brien and his lovely wife. Of course you haven ' t forgotten the pictures that were taken on Alumni Field by Hollywood cameramen . . . remembrances of the great teams which played under the Iron Major. And how proud you were the night of the premier when you heard the strains of For Boston. It was announced shortly afterwards that relations were renewed with Harvard. The Maroon and Gold was to play one of her arch rivals for the first time since 1919. On the afternoon of November 13th, Eddie The Brairt Doherty led an inexperienced team on the gridiron at Harvard Stadium. How our hearts throbbed as we watched Eddie car- ried off the field, but how our hearts thrilled when he returned to lead us on to a glorious touchdown! We could mention spasmodically through- out this brief reflection that exams occurred regularly and with the same devastating effects, but we feel that your memory will recall them without any explicit recording. John Kenny, Fred McGowan and Bob Hankins left for the Seminary. Sophomore year ended with a feel- ing of rejoicing at Laurano ' s Barn in Newton. How excited we were: yes, we were now upper- classmen! Junior year had finally arrived with the blistering cold of January. There were many frozen noses and faces as we stood on the plat- form of Junior station. The first social function of the year was the Sheraton Dance at which time we welcomed the new Freshmen. This was the period when practically every

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club, followed by the pleading, meek chirps of Fr. Feeney saying, Won ' t you please write for the Stylus? Our Freshman year — yes, the time when we were screaming for another bowl team and the prevalent cry was Give it to Mike! . . . and those A. A. dances at the Hotels Touraine and Vendome, when the Eagles celebrated their climactic victories. Then, that terrible Novem- ber 28! The scene was Fenway Park and the reaction tears. That night as we tried to over- look the sorrows of the day by dancing at the Statler, a still greater grief came to our ears. Our own Larry Kenny perished in the Cocoa- nut Grove fire. Joe Repko expressed it well in his poem Farewell Old Pal. It was in the fall of that year that we learned of the great part Alma Mater was playing in world affairs. Men like Gately, Clear, and Drum, were proving themselves true to the principles which were so deeply imbedded in them: and then Commander Shea ' s immortal letter to his son, Jackie. Be a good Catholic and you can ' t help but be a good American. Soon after this the honor roll was dedicated in the Underclassmen ' s Common Room by Fr. Murphy. During the Fall of this year, the Glee Club gave its annual concerts at Regis and Em- manuel. Little did the music lovers know at that time that Ted Marier was to leave B.C. The strains of music coming from the museum would be absent for the duration. On the day after Christmas, our first Fresh- man social was held Under the Tower. Those were the days when crowds really turned out. Soon after that came our first real feeling of awe; the semester exams were announced. In spite of all our apprehensions we managed to survive until February when Nick Flynn, then Senior Class President, presented our class its first official banner. The remainder of the Winter passed without any unusual happen- ings. They say that in the Spring a young man ' s heart turns to Love but ours were turn- ing to the Freshman Prom at the Statler and the completion of our Freshman year. Before we knew it, the train had reached Sophomore station and the number of pas- sengers was growing steadily smaller. There to greet us on the platform was Fr. Quinn holding in his hand a big black bag the con- tents of which were the Second Spring, The Brow n Derby, and of course the famous Red Book. Remember? The pre-meds met for the first time Mr. Vincent and the Fine Adjust-

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month of the year brought with it a new Freshman class. Before the Lenten Season began, we enjoyed the colorful Cherrytree Dance. For the second time, we bade a formal farewell to the Navy V-I2 ' ers and V-5 ' ers. At this time the enroll- ment reached a new low, an enrollment which remained constant throughout the rest of our college days. Alma Mater, in order to assure victory and a quick return of her sons, had a bond booth constructed in the cafeteria. Miss Mullin spent many of her moments of comparative leisure in this booth. B.C. had as her goal the pur- chase of a plane. However, all she secured was a Wing and a Prayer. Not only had the call of the colors infringed upon the student enrollment, but now even members of the faculty were departing. Fathers Geary, Leonard and Shanahan received their commissions. On March fourteenth, the A.S.T.P. left B.C. Once again the one-time calmness and serenity returned to St. Mary ' s Hall. Yes, the soldiers had left and with them departed the shrieks that issued forth from their dorms, the Softball games on Alumni Field, and the G.L Guys column of the Heights. Within the period of two short months the college mourned the death of four members of her faculty. Fathers Dore, McGuinn, Boehm. and de Mangaleere had left their homes on this earth to answer the call of their God. They had lived to serve their God and aid their fellowmen: their aims were successfully and excellently accomplished. Their work at Bos- ton College will never be forgotten. It was only a short time later that the col- lege was once again draped in black, that the student body knelt in prayer, and that the faculty chanted the office of the dead. B.C. had lost her most distinguished son. The death of Cardinal O ' Connell came as a shock to all of us. Father Herlihy read the Eulogy that was given in June, 1931, when the college con- ferred upon His Eminence the specially created degree Patron of the Liberal Arts. On May 12th the Junior Prom was held. The Philomatheia Clubhouse provided the set- ting and the affair was capably executed by Bill Murphy, Joe Saunders, Ed Black and Bernie Loughran. A super-destroyer was launched in honor of Commander Shea, sponsored by his wife and his young son Jackie. In May of this same year the Sodality recep- tion was held. On this occasion approximately a hundred students were received. This cere- mony has always been a tradition at the Heights, and is another link which connects Boston College men all over the world. Remember the night the B.C. cars tore in one furious line up to Regis for the production of the Barretts ? Tony Laurano, Vin Burns, Jack Hogan, Bill O ' Halloran, John O ' Brien, and Ernie Damon demonstrated their dramatic poise. For a long time the fellows had been looking forward to a traditional Fr. Bonn production.