Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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ШОУ ОЉА COLLEGE REVIEW 4 Business Is Business FEY d 5 ox: ЧЕ were seated together, SG Bob Wilkins and I, in the FAY smoker of the Old-Tim- РУ) ers’ Club, and had been RN casually discussing men МА and things in general. 227) There came a pause in the conversation, and inquired: By the way, Jim, where's old Cor- nelius Baxter now? He hasn't turned up at the club here for ages. What sort of an odd duck is he anyway? I don't know where he is, I re- plied, ‘‘his comings and goings are not to be reckoned by mortal man. How- ever, if you feel inclined to listen, I'll tell you of my last encounter with that famous old fortune-hunter. ' Fire away,” answered Bob, settling himself comfortably. ж k k k ж Well, close on to four months ago, I happened to encounter Baxter on Broad- way, and after the usual greetings we moved along to the Biltmore to refresh the inner man. Towards the end of the meal the discussion assumed a more philosophical tone and I could see that something was coming. Business, my dear Jim, remarked J. Cornelius thoughtfully, while a mod- ern young bandit in the person of a waiter presented me with the bill, “5 what you make it. Now I remember when Floated the Equatorial Ice Со? I suggested, attempting to be an icono- clast and pay the waiter at the same time. Ah, that unfortunate affair would have gone over like the abolition of the Eighteenth Amendment, but the natives down there had no use for the ice. They said it made everything too cold and so went back to tabasco sauce and I to New York. Nevertheless, what I say goes with both feet right side up on the mat. No matter what a man takes up, there is a fortune in it for him. Latent, maybe, but there is just the same. Yes sir, latent fortune!” Among the palms and music, J. Cornelius Baxter, Esq., presented a Grass figure. His huge frame and genial countenance ner to expand to suit his environment. Careless in speech and gesture, there lodged in that breast a heart as true as ever man ossessed. He was indeed a world- aa Ireflected. One month he would be down and out, another would find him pursuing a new Eldorado until Dame Fortune quite as invariably and ruthlessly forsook him. I had become intensely interested in the man, for he was a natural-born story-teller and his vivid accounts of various escapades in almost every corner of the globe would have made Baron Munchausen yearn to revise his experiences. His resources, moreover, were proportional to his enthusiasm when it came to the launch- ing of a new project. “Easy Street, he would remark in his laconic way, ‘‘is the easiest place on earth to land so long as you turn no corners.” Strangely enough Nemesis provided too many corners for his own walk of life. Possibly it may have been the vigor- ously optimistic character of the man which made me wish to direct his activities locally, or perhaps it was my own egoistic pessimism asserting itself which led me to remark: ‘‘Your meth- ods may prove effective if you always intend to sell pickled pig's feet at Baden- Baden or tooth brushes in Timbuctoo, 49}

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HOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW —+ to the West, and Uaxactum, Tikal and Naranjo to the East, I will briefly summarize the opinion of the British Museum Guide of the Alfred Percival Maudslay collection. “Maya archi- tecture and art are characterized by a remarkable sense of line and a quality of stately massiveness which invest the monuments with serene dignity. Their defect was over-elaboration and complexity. In general, there is that marked symbolic tendency, found in all American tribes. Their realistic sense, however, was portrayed in profiles which were the stumbling block of the Egyptians and Assyrians. Unexpected limitations are encountered in their ornamental motives, which virtually were restricted to the serpent and feathers, though we also find motives taken from the vegetable Ше.” In conclusion, within the triangle mentioned above, and on its borders, the explorer anxiously seeking the trea- sures of Izamal and Kukulcán needs — must force his way through the dense and variegated vegetation of the tropics, clearing a passage amid the intertwining branches of creeping trees and the over- hanging palm bowers. The useful hat- chet of the guide cuts down these unfriendly yet agreeable obstacles; agreeable because they fill the air with fragrance, unfriendly because they hide from our view pyramids, temples and alaces of colossal dimensions and mass- ive beauty. These portentous construc- tions stand as silent and gigantic senti- nels over the uncultivated plains of Yucatán. I can well picture the day when Kukulcán from the loftiest temple in Mayapán, viewed with a happy and contented eye his numerous and thrifty subjects, busy in the occupations of an active people; and as the earth hid in her bosom the dying sun, he saw them retiring to their picturesque abodes by the shadow of the palace of their king. Рерко R. SUINAGA, 26. И — ví cicer Жар

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WO YOLA COLLEGE REWTEW — but true success consists in the ability to make full use of your opportunities right here in your own country. What could you do in this fair land of ours (note the melodrama—it’s a weakness of mine), in this city, inthis very room?’ Well, he drawled, suppose you and I get down to brass tacks. After all my travels, I'm not the man to yell quits at a showdown. But show me the opportunity, show me the opportun- ку! I glanced around desperately. He had in his own vernacular ''called my bluff. Not an acquaintance in sight! Even the insurance agent, who had trailed me indefatigably for three full wecks, had now disappeared. The first violinist was doubling himself up after a very able rendition of the Seventh Hungarian Dance by Brahms. Asa drowning man will clutch at a straw so did I at the inspiration given by this man. Ihastily sought his name on the musical programme. When I looked up, quite satisfied with my rescue, I am certain that J. Cornelius saw the ex- pression of triumph I endeavoured to conceal. Well? he began. Baxter, said I, using my most formal and business-like tone, as if that would make up for any lack of probability in what I was about to suggest, “--Вахсег, your fortune is made! At that he leaned back in his chair, banged the table with a hand that would be a drawing card at a butcher's ү and roared with laughter until expected the management, if not the guests, to forcibly авав with our company. Listen to the confirmed pessimist, would you, he roared, going off into another paroxysm. “Of all the . . . but go on, I’m game for anything! Needless to say, 1 was quite put out at what I considered biting the hand that fed. However, patience prevailed over --- dampened enthusiasm, for I resolved to help him in spite of himself. I repeat, J. C., that your fortune is made. It may not have occurred to you that at present there is a great demand for classical artists. It is easy to de- mand them, but it takes ability to pro- vide. Let the task be yours! We have with us to-night (note the melodrama again) Mr. Constantine Surofski, a man of recognized talent in musical circles throughout the city. Organize a concert tour with him and the world is yours! I looked up at J. Cornelius to note the effect of my peroration. It seemed to me that the germ of invention had begun to infect him, so I made some excuse about an Maé егы with a real estate man (God forbid!) and left him scrambling over a menu covered with figures. When I got up the next morning, I was in a savage humour, p because I had lost heavily at bridge the night before, but mostly because I had a rather ghastly dream of Baxter dia- bolically laughing at me while Surofski strangled me with a bowstring. To cap the climax, I cut myself pitifully while shaving and arrived late at the office (I always insist on punctuality in my employees). Scarcely had I begun to sort out the morning's mail when the office boy announced J. Cornelius. Why the sad look, old-timer?” he burst out, “things are just ripping! No doubt, I interposed drily, thinking of my shave that morning and having not the slightest interest in anything. Whereupon he bent closer and, banging the desk loudly as if to clinch a bargain, he whispered hoarsely, “He's here!” Who's here? I demanded. “Тһе musician, of course! I caught him off his guard last night after a good round of applause, so I walked up, and tapping him confidentially on the chest, I said: “I have a bit of business here, Mr. Surofski, which means cash to you 4 по |