Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW ə“---------------------------------------------------------- Valleys majestic in glory, Filled with soft pools of light, Gulches that swallow the sunsets, Glens ever silent with night, Crags that frown in the distance, Granite faces of might. Awaiting the touch of a master, Then music shall leap through the land. The ripple of children’s laughter, Melodies men understand; The crooning of joyous mothers, Music symbolic and grand. The crash of huge trees in the woodland, The music of labour and toil, The hum of the drill and the motor, The song of the plough through the soil, The blasts of the belching furnace, Anthems of those who toil. The jargon of seamen' s voices, And sirens lone and shrill Of the tugs and ships in the harbours; From the mainland, the roar of the mill, With its thunder of driving pistons, And its wheels that never are still. The chiming of swinging sickles Heard as the reapers mow, And the murmur of human voices, From the harvest, soft and low; The homeward tread of many feet At twilight, tired and slow. These are the songs of the Master, And into a symphony He will weave the croonings of Nature With the paans of Industry. And the music will roll down the ages, Flooding eternity. JOHN Cummins, 28.

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW F Hnx—P — r —nOh——h H — PY K‏ ل The success with which this innovation has met in the past is indicative of its worth, and as time goes on and keener interest is aroused in projects of this kind, it shall become manifest that Canada is fulfilling an important duty towards her younger sons. Each succeeding year is bound to bring its share of bereavement to all of us. Happy indeed are they who can watch the onward march of time and experience no sorrow or regret at the departure of those whom they have regarded Our with esteem and cherished with affection. The past year has, in Bereavements. truth, been in a certain sense a year of mourning for Loyola, for of her sons within her walls and scattered throughout the world, a larger number than usual have answered the final summons. It is with sentiments of real sorrow that the College has borne these losses; sorrow for the departure of those once numbered on her roll of present students as well as for those affectionately regarded as ‘‘ Loyola Old Boys. To their families and relatives a deep expression of sympathy is hereby tendered, with the hope that the poignancy of their present loss may be tempered in some measure by the prospect of a future reunion, not to be interrupted. Canada THOU art no land for a dreamer, Proud, fearless, defiant and young, Pregnant with magical music, Yet mute аз а barp unstrung, Awaiting tbe toucb of a master, Land of tbe Songs unsung. Endless processions of forests, Silver lakes only God-known, Great rivers tbat surge witb a volume, Of thousands of trumpets blown, Shattering with echoes the stillness That broods ост а vast Alone. Wher e Nature, rejoicing and wanton, Baring her breasts to the sky, Pierces the clouds with her rugged peaks, Hurling a dauntless defy Into the face of the heavens, Ever awaiting reply. 44}

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LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW The Emigrant Md Norse, means the Crow's А) Nest. Tradition and saga ру; have it, according to the М Ere elders of the town, that ; r$ qu 442 о himself күнінен АА) the пате upon the place зак оо and ті антын blessed it from a thunder-cloud. And well might the gods havedeigned so to favour the spot. Situated at the head of опе of the smaller fjords, its white thatched cottages were built in quaint irregular rows back from the water's edge. Out in the bay, upon a surface of the deepest blue, a few white sails arose like sca-gulls from the waves. Beyond, the lofty snow-capped moun- tains towered over the village, affording in all a scene picturesque and secure as Gibraltar, yet restful as Sleepy Hollow. For centuries her hardy townsmen had gone about their wonted labours con- tent with the modest fruits of their harvest or the occasional catch of a school of herring. n once a year they would go back in the mountains, returning with much wood for the reat match factories at Oslo. Unspoiled by the importations of traders, her sons had retained the stalwart frame of their Viking forbears. Tall and exceedingly fair they were, with deep blue eyes and frank, happy faces. Smiling ever, with- out a thought for the morrow, they bent their great bodies to their tasks, with little to discuss beyond the last meeting of the town council and the кв d arrival of the mail packet. Lately, however, a change had come over some of the younger men. They appeared restless and discontented, and no longer would wander of a Saturday evening to join in the dance at the post- house, but would stand apart and con- verse for hours on end upon some all- important topic of their own. Foremost among these was Hans Bergen. He alone had been to Oslo and knew the secrets of the big city. More than that, he brought home a tale of a land where money was plentiful and where work abounded. АП of them had heard, but more or less vaguely, of the X Kanada in their years at school, ut here was first-hand knowledge from one of their own. They were at once imbued with the spirit of emigration, thinking of it only as a great ente to a new land where wealth and happi- ness awaited them at the journey’s end. After all, they reasoned, was it not this same spirit which brought immortal fame to their great ancestor, Leif Erik- son? He had discovered the Amerikas. Was it not their right to seek their fortunes there? Fathers and mothers would not hear of it. They h adlivedandprosperedintheland of their ancestors, and their sons could dono better. And,asthey had no money, and the passage demanded at least five hundred kroné, so the matter rested. Then quite suddenly, Hans' mother died. His father had perished on Dogger Bank years before, so that now, when the usual period of mourning had passed, Hans found himself alone in the world, free to follow his great am- bition. His mother had been very thrifty and to a good purpose, for she willed her son a little over a thousand kroné after the house and the stock had been sold. This amount, he reflected, could bring two of them to Kanada! Among them he chose Siegfrid Vangel, and together they prepared for their great adventure. 4 6