Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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ака: Ааа MERE. 5+ „ка d екілік таки ху 20 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW ———— M Jr Have you ever been in such a position that confusion brought to you a thou- sand and one solutions to a difficulty, and all so crowded about you at the same time that you could choose none satisfactorily ? Jim certainly experi- enced a sensation similar to this. First came the thought of shame. He had played a deceitful game and deserved to be humbled. The passing of this thought brought another and this time it was a demand for justice. That same old spirit which, on the football field, had so often prompted him to shout Play the game, came to his rescue. Now his eyes were opened! This, indeed, was the great awakening for Jim Duncan! These fellows were not playing the game. They were doing something that was small and ungentlemanly. They were taking a mean advantage of his position. Oh, if he could only see his father now, how contritely would he admit to him the truth of every word he had said! These thoughts all passed as quickly as they had come. Now to answer his quondam friends. [ hope you fellows are satisfied, he remarked, a whimsical grin scarcely veiling the sarcasm of his words. He paused, watched them quietly, then continued: ''You were right. I do belong in a hardware store. I left it, however, because I expected to find the real gentlemen in such company as this. The mistake was mine. I admit that you humiliated me; I hope that you enjoyed yourselves at my expense. You see before you one who thought that riches meant happiness; I see in you a positive denial of the belief. May we all profit by it, gentlemen. Good evening!” Giving them one last contemptuous glance, he turned and strode by them all, passed through the hall and down the steps. Once on the driveway, he quickened his pace and, half running, half walking, he disappeared into the night. Inside the Duncan home, the little bird on top of the piano came out of his house and cuckooed eleven times. Mrs. Duncan, in her favorite rocker on the verandah, pulled her shawl closer about her shoulders at the sound. Some distance away the train from the south whistled drearily as it entered Evans- town. Need I tell of whom the mother was thinking? When she had men- tioned Bob, her husband had looked severe, called Jim a young fool and said that he could stay with his million- aire friends, for all he cared. Neverthe- less, she knew that he felt the blow as much as she did. She raised her hand to her eyes, for she could not refrain from weeping as she thought of her boy, her only child. Suddenly she looked up. Someone was walking down their street. Most probably old Noah Tucker, she thought, returning from the first round of the checker championship at the general store. No, he was stopping at the gate. Could it be that—! She rose from her chair. A figure dashed up the path and in a moment held her in his arms. Oh, Mother! he cried, and wept for very happiness on her shoulder. And she, softly twining her fingers through his hair as she often had done when he was a baby, found herself repeating again and again, My poor dear Боу!” High in the heavens, a star fell, leaving a golden trail behind it. Per- haps it was God who so welcomed the return of another prodigal. Perhaps it was merely a coincidence. KENNETH MCARDLE, '27.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 19 —- jealousy amongst the male guests. Then, but not until then, they began to wonder,—''Who is this fellow, any- how ? and “Where did he come from 2” One day when Jim was entering the billiard-room, he overheard two of them in conversation. “T can't understand how Bob Davis ever brought him here!’ one re- marked. ''He wears Bob's clothes, spends his money and uses his cars. Has he nothing of his own? I think that he's a confounded imposter. Where is he supposed to live ?” I don’t know. He says his country place is at Evanstown, the other answered. Jim waited to hear no more. Hitherto he had been quite happy here, but now he felt that, no matter where he went, accusing fingers would point him out as a fourflusher and a liar. Two days later he was moodily lounging on a seat near the swimming-pool, when Bob came up to him, busting with news. Say, Jim, forget the undertaking business for a while and smile at the good news. You'd think you were back at college and were wondering whether Tacitus really said half of what he meant or meant half of what he said. And who cares if Horace were really Mark Twain writing under an assumed name? Cheer up! Here's something to think about. We're go- ing to have a ball this week that will be the utmost in Terpsichorean en- deavor. Benson and Cutler are doing all the work and left this morning to make arrangements with the decora- tors. “Great stuff!’ Jim exclaimed as cheerfull y as he could. Yet he ex- perienced a certain feeling of appre- hension. Why had Benson and Cutler volunteered to do this? They were not that sort and besides, these were the two, he remembered, who were talking about him that morning in the billiard- room. But why worry? They were certain of nothing in his past, and he felt that they wouldn’t take the trouble 4 to find out anything definite. Quite satisfied with this reflection, he went in for a swim. A more perfect night for the party could never have been chosen. Benson and his friend were very mysterious, rushing about here and there, promising a big surprise, but keeping everyone out of the secret. Naturally, excitement was at a great pitch. At length the doors were opened and all trooped in. For a moment all seemed puzzled at the scanty but unique decorations, then shrieks of laughter rang out on all sides. The walls were covered with numerous placards and cartoons of varied design. “SEE Honest Jim DUNCAN FOR A SQUARE DEAL IN HARDWARE.” “JIM Duncan Savs—Oun WASHING MaA- CHINES ARE SUPERB.” “Use STAY- AWHILE GLUE—JIm DUNCAN STICKS To His Worb.” All were cleverly illustrated and very humorous. Tacked in conspicuous places on the pillars, several copies of the ‘‘Evanstown Bugle and Examiner” displayed the following headline: “бом or HARDWARE MER- CHANT RECEIVES COLLEGE DEGREE.” To them this was the best joke of all. But where was Jim all this time? Quite happy in anticipation of a good evening’s entertainment, he was in his room putting the finishing touches to his various sartorial appointments. He heard the hearty laughter below and remarked to himself that those two must have lived up to their boast. He hurried downstairs in order not to miss the fun. As he entered the room, a smile of expectancy on his countenance, the laughter suddenly died down and all eyes were turned to him in silence. For a moment he was dazed by the sudden- ness of it all. Immediately before him a large caricature, in which he was the central figure, displayed him selling dishpans from a Ford truck. He glanced about, reading the placards. The blood rushed to his cheeks until they fairly seemed to burn.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 21 They re Still With Us — PRE) LTHOUGH philosophy is the study of wisdom, all philosophers are not wise men and not all are ges worthy of imitation. The prime rule observed in philosophy is reason, but still there are many systems recorded in history subversive of wisdom and which are opposed to the dictates of calm, well- balanced reason. The object of this article is to advance some remarkably unreasonable features of the more unwise of these systems, and thus gain an idea of the measure of common absurdity that may be found in even the most cultured and distinguished intellectuals. First we have the Cynic School, so named from the Greek Kuón, Kunos, meaning dog, because the disciples of this school were always yelping or snarling at others. They taught that the rougher, the more untamed, the more unpolished a man is, the better he is. The Cynic, who is to be found even to this day, refuses to cultivate the graces of life, absolutely declines to see any happiness in existence, and feels it his special calling to rail at every- thing and everybody. Fundamentally he is a consistent troublemaker, as shown in the words of Antisthenes, founder of the School: ‘‘Better be mad than glad. Perhaps the most illustrious member of this School was Diogenes, born about 412 B.C., in Asia Minor. His futile search for an honest man is known toeveryone. Even as a boy, Diogenes was apparently surly and ill-tempered and it was, no doubt, in consequence of this nature that he developed into such an enthusiastic Cynic, if the terminology may be used. He held as his:most salient principle that to sleep in a bed was a sign of effeminacy, and to prove the courage of his convictions he carried a large tub about with him. “-- When it came time for his nap, and һе took several in a day, he would place the tub in some convenient spot, and curl up there like a cat in comfort. He portrayed this same nature in every encounter with his fellow men, but his altercations with Alexander the Great are regarded as the greatest example of real cynicism. He was basking one day in the sun, curled up as usual in his tub, and drew the attention of the King who was passing. The great Alexander ар- proached him and introduced himself, saying: “І am Alexander the Great, of whom you must have heard. То this came the reply: “Апа I am Dio- genes the Great, of whom you will hear a great deal.” Taking pity on our friend, and admiring his courage, the King asked: “Can I do anything for you, Diogenes ?” This was a great concession from such a powerful monarch, but the crowd around was destined to still a greater surprise when they heard the cynic reply: “Үев, you might stand aside so that I can see the sun. You are in the way and I find you quite opaque. But Alexander stepped aside and said that were he not Alexander he would elect to be Diogenes. Of course, as we said above, Diogenes was by no means the last of the Cynics, and even to our day their practices and tenets are to be observed. There are many to-day prepared to scoff at everything and everyone, growl in staunch allegiance to that animal after which they were named and generally hold fast to the principle Better be mad than glad. There is also another school of philosophers against whom we should raise the finger of warning. And in considering this system we may also find a certain measure of interest. We have many of us looked for a name to describe that chap who never takes