Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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20 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW THE LOYOLA CADET CORPS As a postscript to the above imperfect record of what Old Boys who have become soldiers are doing, we may'add a few words regarding present boys and their less sanguinary triumphs in the beginning of the Loyola College Cadets. On November 19th drill began for all the boys of fifteen years and over. Тһе drills took place chiefly in the armoury of the Irish Rangers on Stanley Street and lasted till the opening of the hockey season. Officers of the Rangers, many of whom are Loyola Old Boys, acted as drill instructors. In the Spring, forty of the tallest boys from the L. C. Cadets donned the brand-new uniforms of khaki and green, and took their places in the Regiment on the occasion of its first inspection by H. R. H. the Duke of Connaught, and also took part in the first regimental church parade. On both occasions the Loyola boys made a fine appearance and did themselves and the College credit. These mutual good offices are not the only links between Loyola College and the first Irish regiment in Montreal. The Commanding Officer and the Second in Command of the 55th Regiment, Irish Canadian Rangers, are none other than Harry Trihey and Willie O'Brien, both pioneers of the English Classical Course at St. Mary's College, which gave rise to our College. Тһе name of Harry Trihey, B.A., was one of those read out at our first Prize Day in 1897 and appears in our first catalogue. It was in the L. C. Boys' Recreation Room that the very first drill in the Officers' Training Class was held, and it was the boys old and tried friend, Major John Long, who taught the future Officers the first rudiments of drill. A number of Old Boys are in the rank and file or amongst the Non-Commissioned Officers, while John Hackett, Ernie McKenna, Harold Hingston, Jimmie O'Connor and Ray Ryan are Lieutenants. Тһе College has also given the Regiment its Chaplain, Reverend Father Hingston, S.J. The complete organization of the L. C. Cadet Corps was left over till we should be in our new College. Officers will have to be chosen, a uniform designed and the drill gone at systematically. Our first experience in the work has led all to conclude that there are in Loyola College the materials for a Cadet Corps second to none in Canada. “EYE-WITNESS

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 19 Quebec battalion of the First Contingent has had some remarkable experiences. A long letter from him printed in the papers gave a very vivid picture of some severe fighting. Joe Power left with the same battalion. The names of Gerald Furlong and Donald Hingston belong more to St. Mary's College than to Loyola, though they appear in our first College Catalogue. The latter, with the rank of Captain, is one of the senior surgeons in Number Three General Hospital. “Jerry” Furlong is Captain and Quarter-master of the 24th Battalion in which Lawrence Wilson, Gussie Rain- ville, Leo Le Bouthillier and Adrian McKenna are privates or N.C.O's., Victor Walsh, a Lieutenant, and Jack Jenkins, Hon. Captain and Medical Officer, Roddy Watt and Harry Kelly have gone or are on the eve of departure. Harry Davis married in England and there joined the Royal Field Artillery. Harold Hingston and Ernie McKenna are soon to leave for the front. They are going as Lieutenants in the 60th Battalion. Tom Guerin, who, ever since leaving College, has been active in Militia affairs and was a Major in the Duke of York's Hussars at the age of twenty- three, is now in Barracks at St. John, Que. with the Remount Department and preparing to go to the front. Our Graduates are deserving of special mention. We have sixty-three Graduates living. Of these, six are now resident in the United States, and nine have joined the ranks of the Clergy. Of the remaining forty-eight, eight have already gone to the front. They are in order of graduation and with their new military titles: Captain John P. Walsh, (04), C.A.M.C.; Lieutenant George P. Vanier (06), “Royal Canadien;' Sergeant Francis Maguire (07); Lieutenant Charles С. Power (07), who went over with the Canadian Battalion from Quebec, now serving in some English regiment; Sergeant Leo Lynch (08), Borden's Armoured Battery; Lieutenant Arthur McGovern (709); Captain John C. Wickham (09), C.A.M.C., Number Three General Hospital; Captain John D. Shee (10), C.A.M.C. 'To our list of Graduates at the front we are tempted to add the name of Honorary Captain George Boyce, who took his B.A. (08) and Medical degrees at Laval, Quebec, and left as Medical Officer in the same battalion as Frank Maguire. Few Loyola Old Boys are more attached to the College than is George Boyce. То Old Boys at the front, who are risking their lives in the cause of patriotism and of justice, the thoughts of all Loyola students past and present go out with admiration and pride. Our prayers, too, will follow them, that all may come back safe. Yet, if it please God that some of them should not return, if the sacrifice they made on leaving has been accepted, we pray that they may fall gloriously, as faithful soldiers of Christ as they are of their earthly King.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 21 | + MY SHORT , STORY ; | “Well, I have decided what to write about, said I with ап air of finality, Bill, lying comfortably in bed, glanced at me lazily. “What is it to be? he drawled out. “Oh, something about the War, I replied in an off-hand manner. “Something about the War! repeated Bill, a little too sarcastically, I thought. Aren't there enough senseless stories about the War flooding the country, without your adding to their number? “Perhaps,” I said, rather nettled, “but mine isn't going to be senseless, Bill smiled in a superior manner, but said nothing. I was annoyed with him, but the feeling soon passed. Мо one could resist Bill Rollinson's sunny nature for any length of time; it was too contagious; besides he and I were fast friends. We had been discussing the Short Story Competition all even- ing, and I had reached my momentous decision just before going to bed. Bill's adverse criticism of it rankled in my mind for a few minutes, but did not in the least dissuade me from my purpose. Before a week had elapsed I had launched forth into a tale reeking with cannon-smoke and flashing with the glint of sabre and bayonet. My hero had just saved the whole British Army from complete annihilation, when—I stopped. Somehow I could not go on. Perhaps it was the magnitude of his heroic feat that made my ending so flat; certain it is, that do what I would with him—load him down with all the honours of the land or leave him to die a lonely death on the battle-field— my hero remained a rank failure. I confessed my trouble to Bill. “Why not try a tale of the sea? he suggested. I thought it over for a few days, then decided to follow his advice. I became quite enthusiastic over the idea. How are you getting along with the story? Bill inquired one night. Splendidly, I replied. “Тһе introduction was easy and I have a very powerful ending—the hero going down to a watery grave after saving the captain's daughter. “That sounds exciting, said ВШ, “Би: haven't you got anything else besides the introduction and the end? There's usually a plot to these stories, isn't there? “Not always, I replied, trying not to glare at him, “Әлі I'll work in one somehow or other. But the working-in process did not succeed very well, and once more I had to acknowledge defeat. For a few days I decided not to attempt any- thing further, but a vivid poster of some medieval scene hung outside а moving- picture theatre inspired me with the desire to write a tale of the middle ages. I started in again, and again I obtained the usual results. Rome under Czsar's sway, then Athens during the time of Demosthenes, became in turn the setting of my plot; but the classic days of the toga and the himation were