Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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14 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW LEWIS F. McLEAN, M.Sc. Rev. BRO. FRANCIS, B.C.I. Rev. BRO. CUTHERT, B.C.I. Mr. A. E. BREUIL Mr. JAMES P. LOONEY Diamond Cut Diamond 66 O, sir—you could never convince N me that any but a blamed fool could have his pocket picked without being aware of it. Jerry relieved his feelings by aiming a banana-peel with great accuracy at the protruding head of а bald man on the lower deck. But it fell into the water, many feet away from the unsuspecting victim.—That, however, was just the run of luck that Jerry had had for a week now. . Here it was the fifth day of the races, and not even once had he succeeded in leading some innocent citizen into a game of chance. And it was only yesterday that a quick get-away had saved him from ar- rest for an attempted pocket-picking. The best thing for him now was to keep away from the Jockey Club for a few days, especially since he rather suspected that the over-innocent-looking stranger at the track had been a detective. So here he is, enjoying the soft breezes on the three- hour sail to his home town and conversing with a distinguished looking stranger who first addressed him with great affability ten minutes ago. The oldish gentleman is so interesting, so candid, so untainted with the wiles of the business world, and withal so rich, so evidently an old-world student immersed in his books that Jerry, with a grin, begins to think of a proverb that assures us “It is an ill wind that blows no- body some good.” “Ah, Mister— (‘‘Brown,” anticipated Jerry with ready wit)—“Mr. Brown, you must not judge other men too hurriedly in that respect. You are young and nothing escapes your keen eyes. But I have lived a while and can unfortunately prove the contrary by my own experience.” Here Mr. Henry Fullerton (for so he had in- troduced himself) pulled from an inner pocket a thick wallet. “This very wallet I was carrying ten years ago when board- ing a crowded street-car, and,—well, the fact of the matter is, the wallet came back to me a few days later by mail; but in place of the six thousand dollars I found a card on which was printed, “You V5 Аа ee РРР

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW J. C. WICKHAM, M.D. Rev. Е. BRESLIN, S.J. Rev. C. KEATING, S.J. —— Quen mtn Rev. В. KENNEDY, 5.7. Rev. W. X. BRYAN, SJ. Gethsemane From ancient hills (that ancient were of old— When David o’er their rounded crests would lead His fleecy care and, down the sloping mead At even, pipe them bleating to their fold) | To-night soft winds, іп faintest music rolled, Enchant swift Cedron's valley.—0O hearts that bleed | And souls, of sin enamoured !—come апа heed | Your Shepherd's call, in silent suffering told. Look! on the slope beneath yon olive tree 'Mid shattered rays of moonlight, fallen lies In purpled robes the Watchman of your soul: Fear not those eyes that, for yow pleading, see Omnipotence! Nay, bless the Wounds, the sighs That take from grief its pain, from sin its toll. A. McW.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 15 old fool!’—Ha, Ha! By the way, there's a coincidence. That pick-pocket seemed to have the same opinion as you of one who would let himself be robbed. Jerry joined in the old man's hearty laughter, while his fingers itched to grasp the extraordinarily fat wallet which had already been carefully replaced in the inner pocket of Mr. Fullerton's coat.— “Well, I admit that's one on me, Mr. Ful- lerton. But I suppose there is some mo- ment when even the most cautious man is So busy about one thing that he doesn't notice what goes on. But I don't need to worry; it'll be a long day before I have а pocket worth the picking! А school- teacher's salary isn't worth it!” At this instant a whirring sound fell on Jerry’s ear, and he noticed the passengers straining their eyes heaven- wards. Soon they could see a mon- ster bi-plane sail- ing towards them. Mr. Ful- lerton was all ex- citement; it was the first aero- plane he had ever ‘seen, he alleged. So there he stood, —his weak eyes peering fixedly through the thick glasses he wore. He asked Jerry many questions on the working of the machine, and in his excite- ment jumped up onto a chair the better to follow its flight. What luck! While he gazed, the wallet tum- bled out of his pocket and fell noiselessly at Jerry’s feet, nor did the old fellow perceive his loss. While Jerry stooped to pick it up, his keen mind saw the futility of pocketing it, for on the boat he was as safe as if he were in jail. When he re- turned it, Mr. Fullerton was full of grati- tude.— TI can never thank you enough. It would take a long time to explain it; but I happen to have in that wallet $15,000 in hundred-dollar bills. Its loss would be ir- reparable.—But look at that bi-plane!” . Huge streamers were being sent off through the air, on which were the words, Fry Fowler's Fritters and Feel Fine. ; “Did you say Potts ? Тһе old man was delighted, as one by one he deciphered the advertisements; but when he saw one, “Races at 2.30 to-day , he was disgusted, and quite agreed with Jerry's remark, “These race-tracks should be forbidden, even if it needed a twentieth amendment to our Constitution. — TI like that in you, young man; there are not enough of your stamp growing up to-day. After the stir caused by the passing of the aeroplane had died down they became uncomfortably aware of the intense heat of the afternoon sun, and decided to seek a sheltered spot, taking a cool lemonade on the way. They found a secluded and shady place at the rear of the boat at the water's OLD LOYOLA, 1907 edge, which fortunately was deserted. They had not chatted there ten minutes when old Mr. Fullerton began to doze. He apologetically explained that he had been unwell. the preceding night. Soon һе seemed sound asleep, the coat fell open; and, under Jerry's greedy eyes, gently rose and fell the wallet in unison with the stertorous breathing of the owner. Once again he would have made it his own, had not two young boys run noisily past them, one of them treading on Mr. Fullerton's toes. He awoke very suddenly and was al-