La Salle University - Explorer Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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A flame which burns eternally for men . . . the Sacred Heart . . . Author of all good ... of all grace ... in Whose keeping is placed the most heartfelt intentions of every La Salle man . . . pure white statue . . . with arms outstretched . . . spotlighted at the center of the quadrangle walk ... at times surrounded by the bursting blossoms of spring ... at others by the hot summer sun . . . the mellow gold shades of autumn . . . the smooth soft snow of long winter months ... in the midst of all these He blesses and protects ... At His feet glows the warm red lamp of devotion . . . perpetually . . . noon and night . . . the symbol of that devotion common to all La Salle . . . the youngest freshman knows of it and has already begun to cherish it . . . the oldest alumnus, long since departed from the campus, has made it a part of his life.

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Humble souls who come to kneel and pray . . . young men . . . students each . . . and children of God . . . Some just sit and talk with Him . . . others have their particular devotions . . . stations of the cross ... a prayer before the statue of the Blessed Virgin or Saint Joseph . . . each tenderly embracing the boy Jesus . . . inspiration to men of all ages ... a word with our patron, Saint John Baptist de La Salle . . . confessions too . . . before each first Friday . . . always bringing memories of Father Higgins . . . Then, the new murals ... a truely worthy addition to an already fine chapel . . . each of these six works of art depicting a moment in the life of Saint La Salle . . . a tall, kindly man . . . rich looking, yet truly humble in bearing . . . talking to little children . . . old men . . . beggars . . . fellow workers . . . surrounded by angels . . . These murals in memory of Bishop J. Shannon . . . Catherine and John McShain . . . Thomas F. Slatterty . . . Deceased Alumni of La Salle College . . . Mrs. Ignatius Horstmann . . . and every student of La Salle. 14

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Light is our bark, brothers . . . rest on your oars ... let us drift a moment . . . with the wind and the tide of education ... to enjoy a leisurely stroll about the campus ... to settle on the soft grass at the foot of a shady green ... or in the lounge ... to join a few friends in a game of pinochle . . . chess . . . checkers ... or just listen to the sounds which float from the game room . . . eight ball in the side pocket . . . the crack of a rack broken sharply by some anxious cue holder . . . bank the two in the corner . . . come on Ponzi, shoot one ... or the irregular yet rhythmical click of the table tennis ball . . . against the paddle, table, paddle, floor . . . your point . . . then, all too soon, back to class.