Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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22 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW Only A Street Waif NCE, not long ago, in the great metro- polis of America, among the many newsboys of the city, was a little chap whose name I need not mention since it can be of no interest to the reader. He was of an age, when the average boy is under the care andguidance of a loving father and mother. His home was the cold streets where he earned his pennies, and his friends, or rather his only earthly friend—for he had only one—was the faithful dog that sat by the newspapers at the street corner and wagged his silent approval at the coppers that fell in his young master's hat. Often in the wretched loneliness of his life he thought of a Friend who was not of this world, and whom he had known in the hazy recollection of his childhood years. And he felt instinctively that this Friend was always by his side in joy and in sorrow, in misery and in suffering. It greatly cheered his young heart to think that if ever he were to appeal to this great Friend he would receive the necessary strength to fight life's battles. It was nearing Christmas time—the season of unrestrained pleasures for the godless people of wealth who think little of the Divine Babe born in poverty or of the poor He loves so well. For some time past it had not fared well with the little news- paper lad at the street corner. A severe winter, which his emaciated and poorly clad body could hardly withstand, told its tale in the hacking cough that shook the tiny . frame from time to time. Christmas Eve found the little outcast, near midnight, plodding aimlessly onward in the teeth of a biting blizzard, his bundle of ragged wares under his arm. Не mumbled inco- herently as he staggered weakly in the blinding snow. А large door swung open and the clear notes of the “ Adeste Fideles through the cold air awoke the benumbed urchin to a realization of his surroundings. A large church loomed up before him and the warm light that radiated through its open door beckoned him in from the cold streets. Scrambling into a back seat he drew his threadbare coat about his shiver- ing body and blinked in wonder at the solemn splendour of the vast cathedral. At the elevation of the Sacred Host, when all heads were bowed in silent adoration, tears coursed down his pinched cheeks, while his lips moved in prayer: Once more the large door in the back swung open and the crowds went out, a quiet happiness in their hearts. The little lad perceiving himself almost alone, shook himself and with an audible sigh of regret painfully regained the cold streets. Next morning a casual passerby noticed a silent, huddled figure on the side-walk; covered over with a thin mantle of snow. A crowd gathered; a policeman turned over the little body to disclose the stiff form of a child in rags, whose features were set and still in death with a peaceful smile frozen on the pinched lips. Across his feet was the corpse of a dog whose last efforts it seemed меге spent in a vain attempt to arouse the slumbering boy. There was a momentary commotion in the street followed by the usual morbid curio- sity of the crowd. Then the ambulance— a murmured word of compassion from a kindly old lady—and the crowd dispersed. The busy life of the Metropolis swept on unruffled and the sad little tragedy passed out of the hearts of men. It was only a street waif, but the tired little soul had gone home to his true Friend. C. Malloy, '26. A WISH Mine the glory of a mountain lake, Moon that flings a golden path across the water blue! Let me glide in frail craft, and take The hope of my life—you.—7. McGovern, H.S., 23.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVLEW 21 Captain Bernard | ipie cannot yet boast a large museum, but she is on the way to acquiring one of which she may well be proud. The latest contribution to this department gives us an exhibit which is unique in the museums not merely of this country but of the world. For this we are indebted to Captain Joseph Bernard who is shown opposite with his sturdy ship the “Teddy Bear” in which he, first of all white men, visited many regions of the far north. Though yet comparatively young, Captain Bernard is referred to in the United States as “опе of the world's most resourceful Arctic navigators and “опе of the greatest and most daring explorers of the age. Captain Bernard was born at Tignish, Prince Edward Island, a little more than forty years ago. A roving disposition carried him, just turned twenty, across the continent to Nome in far-off Alaska, to engage with his uncle in trading along the Alaskan and Siberian coasts. Twenty- two short years in all he spent in the Arctic, but his work has been so systematic that great universities of America con- sider his scientific collections, archzologi- cal, ornithological and ethnological, to be among the most complete and the rarest in the world. In 1920 he returned from the North, bringing with him his valuable collections which were distributed between the University of Washington, the Victoria Memorial Museum, The University of Pennsylvania and Loyola College. Loyola has been fortunate in obtaining a generous share of his ethnological collection which is valuable not merely because it represents a race little known but especially because many of the objects are the work of tribes which are now extinct. Unfortunately the detailed catalog of the exhibit, which by the way may be seen in one of the corridors of the Administration building, is not complete, as the “Review” goes to press. However we hope to give an exhaustive account in our next issue of this interesting collection. Captain Bernard has hazarded much for small personal reward. He has worked without the blare of press agents and of public appreciation to spur him on. He has protected innocence, honored virtue and his record is one of integrity, daring and courage. He has even gone further for hehascarried the ideals of true Canadianism to the remotest outposts of his country. THE SAGUENAY When on thee borne, O Stream of Mystery, We mortals strive thy secret soul to know, What truth dost thou convey, what pur- pose show? Mere nature's rugged power? It cannot be. Inquiring men have searched incessantly, And thou hast but revealed the endless flow. Of mighty waters. E'en the winds that blow From towering cliffs seem empty harmony. But is this so? Have none thy message read? To those who called thy cape Eternity Did'st thou with cogent clearness not convey The thought that gave it name? And shall we say А Untaught were those who named Саре Trinity? Then why to others soulless as the dead? Horatdio P. Phelan, 25.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 23 EE fest HOMMAGE Salut bien, compagnons d'une langue étrangére! Salut, jeune collège aussi frais qu'un bos- . quet! La gaîté dans les yeux, et d'áme légère, Je mets mon humble fleur parmi votre bouquet. La vaine réverie et les langueurs de soie Ne troublent point vos fronts. Mais votre coeur ouvert A mis son espérance et ses pleurs et sa joie Dans les plis frémissants de son vieux drapeau vert! Eh bien! qu'il soit permis, race antique et valide, Pour l'idéal commun, de joindre nos succes! Et qu' enfin les liens d'une amitié solide Unissent votre coeur aux Canadiens-fran- cais! Puissions-nous, pour toujours unis comme des frères, Cote á cote marcher sur le méme chemin, L’ame 4 jamais fermeé aux troubles de naguére, Et réver d’avenir en nous serrant la main! | | | | Robert Choquette, ' 26.