Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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— Ss аа ad ы З Руа міні абычаі: ыа асі соза аба. ыкі жы 24 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW + --- The Seniors Through Junior Eyes SEN б У) = “У Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm. —Canning. GERALD ALTIMAS. Affable and amicable when chatting with the boys, attentive in the lecture room, with his eyes ever open and scintillating, stern when pre- siding over the L.C.A.A. Executive, and finally, as active as he is indispensable on the Rugby Field, Gerry has, for the last nine years, ever increased in esteem among the Staff and Student body. In spite of his fiery locks, Gerald is а cool-headed Philosopher, athlete, organizer and class president extra- ordinary. These few, honest, heart-felt state- ments, are a humble tribute of praise to a young man, trusted by his superiors, esteemed and respected by his com- panions, admired by all, and who, un- doubtedly, when the hour comes to put into practice the principles taught him at Loyola, will prove to be the pride of his Alma Mater, an honor to his family and a credit to himself. Officer, Class Pres., ’22, '23, '24, 725; Lieutenant, C.O.T.C., 724, '25; L.C.A.A. Executive, '21, '22, ’23, 24, 25; Class Hockey, '22, '23, ’24, '25. шы A. bm minas. ens cdd ee a ac Cheerful at morn he wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air—then back to bed he goes. —Goldsmith (revised). EDWARD ANGLIN. In the eight years that he has passed at Loyola, Eddie has won many friends with his amiable disposi- tion and sunny little smile. While he does not carry off the honors in forensic circles and in class, he is never found in the ranks of the rear guard. He held with credit the position of left-wing on the Intercollegiate Hockey team this year, and since 1922 has been substitute quarter-back in football, his light weight alone preventing him from hold- ing the regular position. Of lacrosse and tennis he is a willing and capable devotee. In losing him, we all feel that we lose a very dear friend. Of one thing we are sure—that the College will have no more loyal and whole-hearted alumnus than Edward Anglin. Sodality, Hist. Soc., Loyola News, '25; K.P.S., '23, 724; Intercollegiate Football, '22, '23, '24; Intercollegiate Hockey, '25.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 23 THE DEATH OF ST. CATHARINE” The day is fair; the skies of purest blue Arch o’er a site of still more lovely hue, Where mingled shades of white and gold and brown Proclaim that here stands Egypt’s royal town. A Roman tyrant, mightiest in the land, Has hailed before him to his court of tears The maiden Catharine, and there the seers, Who flock unto a ruler rich and dread, As carrion vultures hover o’er the dead, Are gathered; there among that large array Are found the so-called wisest of their day. What hast thou then to say?” the tyrant cried, And Catharine, with steadfast calm, replied : Oh foolish sages and deluded king! Before you now a burning cause I ring; Release the Christians while you yet have power “Ог one of us shall die within the hour!” Enough! said he who sat upon the throne, “There’s one shall die and soon it shall be known! “Think ye I fear a Christian's Christ or Lord ? Ho, Rufus! Quickly there, bring forth the sword! “But hold! spikes; Perhaps its gentle pain the maiden Кез!” The wheel is brought апа Cathar- ine, rudely held, Is thrust upon it; but the guards are felled | By some unvisioned power.—The соп- course gasps And terror stirs it, but the tyrant rasps: Before us set a wheel of “Bring out the sword and block, and listen, slaves, “Do now your duty or the Nile that laves “These palace walls shall redden with your blood “And bear your bodies seaward in its flood!” The servile guards obey, and Catharine bares Her snow-white neck — at last her earthly cares Are over—and, as downward flashed the knife, Her soul departing sought eternal life. Then o’er that mighty crowd a silence spread As bright-clad angels hovered 'round the dead, Her rended form aloft in silence bore, Then, leaving court and king, were seen no more. The courtiers’ eyes then on their mon- arch fell And there beheld a scene not fit to tell. an leprous, white and still the tyrant ay, Already turning back to that vile clay From which we all are made. His evil face Was set in lines too horrible to trace. T’was he who thus was dead within the hour, He who had flaunted Christ’s eternal power. But Catharine, the Martyr, high above, E gained forever Christ's unending ove; Lived, and was loved by all that blessed throng, Acclaimed by seraph's hymn and prophet's song. Her life and death a model to us e'er, Pray God her lasting glory we may share! J. DENT McCrea, '26.

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