Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 23 tor the world has ever seen (as the Amer- ieans say of anything) pulled so violently at his moustache that it came loose. Then was the eat out of the bag, and the sauce in the fire, had he not with great presence of mind hidden his head in a wine-jug. He came out, again fully disguised, but those near him heard him snap out heated words about 4... feminae . . . esse videantur. This soliloquy was interrupted by an ominous occurrence. From behind the wheel-barrow (“battering-ram, forsooth ! sneered Dennis) suddenly leaped the glad- iators and rushed towards the carriage. Others, as stoutly prepared, appeared from the rear of the happy cavalcade and with shouts of “Etsi vereor !” attacked the water-carriers, who were just entering the camp, weary and hungry. In the latter band of footpads, Milo blanched to see Clodius. “Тһе die is cast,” he called up to his wife. “Не or I must die. Pass me my aposiopesis. Take it from its sheath for me. i Then disaster swooped down upon them like thunder-clouds upon the Caspian.— “O Milo, I left it at Rome. I had to find room for that roll of silk, so I threw the aposiopesis into the garage.” Milo's rage was Titanic, but he nobly restrained it because of a woman's pres- ence, even though it was only his wife. “Very well, then; you can do the fight- ing And he stepped into the carriage, unrolled the offending silk and curled up beneath its protecting rustle. “You brute!” was all she said, in unim- passioned tones. She gathered her failing strength. Her vigorous mind fully grasped the danger of the situation.—Would Cice- ro save this cowardly husband ?—and, if he would, could he? Alas! she caught a glimpse of him vanishing at a swift trot among the trees. She counted the assailants—39; she counted those who stood faithful—6. Then with a harsh laugh, she cried out, “Not for nothing have I passed my vaca- tions with Cleopatra! .Come on, Mac- duff!’ Her plans were lightning-fast in conception and execution. She forced her sulking husband to give up his cloak and sandals; then put them on one of her faithful henchmen, and sent him fleeing through the woods. Thirty-eight lusty Roman voices took up the hue and cry; the thirty-ninth—Clodius—had sprained his ankle and was directing operations from a boulder on which was written, “26 miles to Rome. Use Pears’ . - When the last gladiator had vanished into the forest, Fulvia took up a large toasting-fork (to which—gruesome detail —still clung a turkey's gizzard) and with cautious tread advanced upon her crippled foe. And soon she had done that—we speak not as praising her, but merely for the sake of historical accuracy—soon she had done— neither with the assistance nor under the eyes nor with the knowledge of her master—that which every man worthy of the name would wish his own wife to do in like circumstances. Then she re- turned to the carriage, calmly gathered up the reins, and with a non-committal “Сіа- up! moved West. Dennis gasped—in admiration, yes; but in horror, too. He looked again; but all was dark. He could see nothing. He could hear nothing but the melancholy voice of one who was saying:—''Once again, you have no imagination. Whenever I try to develop in you that atrophied faculty, you fall asleep. One hour in jug!” LEO SKELLY, 724, THANKSGIVING DAY—LOYOLA 7—BISHOP'S 4

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22 .LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW Milo in Action or Alice-out-Aliced Nisi oculis videritis insidias Miloni a Clodio factas.” ... 6. “бі haec non gesta audiretis, sed picta videretis, tamen appa- reret uter esset insidiator. .. . 54. “А briliant instance of enargeia, ex- claimed the Professor. “Let us see its purpose in Oratory, its peculiar fitness for the end aimed at. —Dennis fell asleep! Suddenly there spread out before him a dusty Italian road, dazzling in the sunlight. Dennis was a-dreaming. There advanced rapidly down the road from a slight elevation one of the smallest creatures Dennis had ever seen,—a Ro- man without a doubt, but— “Ат I awake? said Dennis. Pinching himself, he admitted reluctantly that it was no dream. Тһе traveller perceived a wisp of straw blocking the road. “Сап I make it?” he muttered anxiously. Then, gath- ering his strength he ran swiftly over the intervening six feet and leaped safely over the obstruction. But fresh perils awaited him. Six inches from where he came to earth, lay what Dennis thought to be a wheel-bar- row turned on its side. From behind it sixteen heavily-armed gladiators jumped forth. (“Hoplites!” cried Dennis, proud of his technical knowledge, “for they are all wearing the oratorical precautions. ) Meanwhile, ( interim cooed Dennis іп delight) the gladiators had seized the traveller—‘‘Thtop!”’ cried the leader, “and thtate the counterthign !” “ “Milo delendus' , pompously said the other. “Т know thee, Sextus. I bring fleet news to Clodius that his friend, Cyrus the architect, is dead.” “Hurrah!” began Sextus,—“I mean boo-hoo, alack and alath! the weary world! —Whhile he spoke thus, he had been eagerly leading the messenger around the far end of the wisp of straw; and now they were out of hearing of all but the alert, nid-nodding Dennis. “I really mean hurrah; for your methage ith in code and tellth uth that Milo ith at hand.” Then he shouted to his men, “Back, minionth! to your lair. Let the danthe prothede.” R Ten minutes after the ambush had been re-set, sounds came on the summer breeze of sweet children’s voices singing that popular marching song of Imperial Rome, “Colonel Bogey.” It was Milo's “trouble- some 1айузтаїйз and pampered pages” advancing, with laughter in their voices, towards a terrible doom. Soon they ap- peared over the ridge, tripping lightly and waving small Union Jacks. In the midst of that young band, Dennis marvelled to see a bald-headed midget with long purple moustache. This personage was to play a most important part in the sequel. It chanced that this was the spot chosen for the mid-day lunch. Each went about his appointed task eagerly; and all was ready when, with bells merrily jingling, up drove Milo and Fausta. They were seated in the usual raeda, whose only true replica (found at last by Dennis in a dream) we are delighted to disclose to an ignorant world. Milo, already munching a sandwich, was about to step out of this regal equi- page when his wary eye sensed danger. He turned carelessly to his wife. “Keep smiling; look behind me, for me- thinks “A spear-point gleamed from yonder bat- tering-ram.” Fulvia, with a bright laugh, impulsively embraced him.—“Yov’re just a dear when you fall into blank verse. Then hysterically, “Ів there danger? Let me gather my children to my bosom! Oh, why was I ever born? And you would insist on my coming. “Courage, dear one! us. He is here!” “Here? Mais non! Rome.” “No dear. See yon sage, with the pur- ple moustache, spreading the caviare on the asparagus? See, he stealthily samples it and wipes his approving lips? That is he, disguised as a freedman.” In her joy, she cast discretion to the winds. “Ноо, hoo! Tully!” Annoyed and disgusted at her folly in this moment of danger, the greatest ora- Cicero will save He is asleep at

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24 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 1 і Е Е Е FIRST COMMUNION CLASS, JUNE 1st. 1905 MGR. RACICOT Left to Right: W. Harrison, J. Hughes, C. Cassidy, J. Hearn, N. Murphy, N. Collins, D. Langlen, Mr C. Regan, L. Wilkins, E. Coughlin, A. Reed, C. Merry, M. Johnson, R. Martin, R. Dolan, J. Vanier То Mary, Star of Evening 'Mid stress of wind and blanched wave My sail has parted, and the mast Has snapped. I, groaning, see my grave Yawn—and the storm screams past. But the black, swift clouds an instant show A Star ;—the chill winds softer blow; My barque is raised by ghostly hands And lo! the sheltering lands. To serve God’s law my soul had vowed.— Straightway, like lurid lightnings, fell Satanic shocks ’mid thunders loud. I shuddered, fearing Hell. In pale dismay, I cried to Thee,— And quiet came on troubled sea And air!—my soul beheld the Star That sought me from afar. O Star! sweet harbinger of night, When battle wanes and toil is done; When weary sailors find delight In thought of victory won; When Angel bands rejoice, while crushed Lies Satan, and forever hushed Temptation.—Then, on tranquil bays Shine Thy benignant rays. As sordid misers, bent on gain, Ne’er taste sweet nature’s evening haze, With Venus hovering o’er the main And cloudlets all ablaze ;— So, heated by the nearer glow Of lust, blind wordlings never know The rays of whitest love that part, Kind Star, from Thy pure heart. O Mary! guide us to that Night Whose issuing Day so golden gleams When on us bursts eternal Light And we rest by purling streams,— Where the Lamb will come, and eager thron g Of Just, white-robed, adore;— while song Begun of Angels swells and fills The everlasting hills. FiLIUS, 722. MOS