Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE Page 10 REVIEW GOD’s PUPPET SHOW By ROYDEN THOMS Reapy on stage! Place everyone! Lights! Curtain going up! The theatre is the world. The audience is you. And the play is a swift moment out of a beautiful day. The players are puppets on heavenly strings manipulated by the hand of God. We know that life in the amphitheatre of the world is a continuous drama. The situations and actions controlled by the free wills of men. This, sometimes, makes it a sordid play and at other times the most beautiful thing in the world. Fortunately there is mingled with this serious way of life the glorious puppet shows that make us wonder at their beauty and the skill of their creator. Sometimes, if they are appreciated, they enhance the setting for the real drama of life and make it a fascinating adventure instead of a walking shadow'' as poor Macbeth so dis- mally proclaimed. Let us, then, on the wings of a fanciful imagination witness an evening per- formance that is about to begin on the stage of a hazy summer sky. Our seats are the best. The box is in the ‘land of make believe’ . . . Third aisle to your right, please. The scene is set due northwest and above Loyola’s campus. The overture! A chorus of red breasted robins supplemented by the wind whistling through the trees and the buzz of bees produce a symphony that would shame a Beethoven or a Verdi. The harmonies rise to a crescendo and then give way to the star of this play. The Eastern King of Morning after a sojourn of many days has returned in a glittering array of shiny armour. ће has laughed at the world all дау, and now а fleecy group of clouds dance for him and flirt with sunbeams as they glide along. Twice, this day, did black robed knights ride past his face and rumble threats of thunder and lightning at his kingly throne. The Heavens were sad and terrified, but did not show their grief in tears. And now, the conquering king has been wooed to the west. He stands before the world with all his retinue of princ ely clouds and delicate rays in colourful splendour. Watch now. See how he dismisses them. Oh! How they glide away. Now he dons his scarlet cloak and wears his ‘ruby crown’. With real, kingly grace he makes his last gesture to a wondering world and caressing the brow of yonder hill in a momentary kiss, he slowly leaves the stage. The tall pines wave a sad farewell; the shaggy birch heaves a gentle sigh; and the poplars give a universal tremble for fear of approaching night. Shss . . . no applause . . . here comes the villain. With ungainly gait, his mantle swung across his shoulder and a dark frown on his brow, he sweeps the world with a glance and creeps up stage іп a terrifying kind of way . . . and night holds sway. But look! What's that? Why it's a new character. The heroine of the play. The bi-horned crescent of the sky. The S pr of all the Stars. She rises slowly 4 gracefully. With captivating glances and silent splendour intermingled with the rhythm of her flight across the sky, she wins the villain completely. Yes, quite . . . for he is giving her gifts. A star for her hair . . . another and yet another. . . Look! A diamond for her throat. Why, the rogue is outdoing himself tonight for he has just presented her with a necklace . . . a pearly one too . . . some people call it ' The Milky Way'. Now night fades into the background. The moon holds the

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LOYOLA Page 9 COLLEGE REVIEW PHILIP SHAUGHNESSY Phil is a ‘norm’, for his personality is well integrated and his life is well organized. When Philip was dangerously injured in the Bishop's game of '39, his well-being was the topic of conversation at the college for several days thereafter . . . and no one rested until Phil was pronounced ‘out of danger'. When most people would get mad and bite a ten-penny nail in two, Phil will remain calm and этен р with a tight rein on his actions. Irish to the core, ‘’ЗВар” is а worthy ru E of the exemplary Shaughnessy clan and certainly a finished product of Loyola pirit. Асттутттез: Football (37-38-Captain 39); Hockey (37-38-39-40); NEWS Staff; Tennis; Baseball authority and star; playing the same kind of poker as Paré, and blushing a deep crimson whenever he receives recognition for outstanding deeds. Bic Moment: St. Patrick's Day and a green tie and shamrocks. HAROLD TINGLE Nervous, restless and yet not impulsive are traits of Harry's many-faceted character. In Harold we find a maximum of intra-mural activities combined with a maximum of scholastic success. Indoors or outdoors, in the class or on the football field, on the ‘News’ staff or backstage, Harold is inclined to underrate himself. His desire for fair play and justice, and his ability to come to the right decision at a moment's notice have made Harry a colorful personality of the class of '40. Broad-minded and jp one he has learned the secre t that to have a friend you must be one, and certainly he has a host of true friends. Activities: Sodality Executive (39-40); Football (37-38-39-40); LCAA Executive (39-Sec'y-Treas.-40); NEWS Staff (37-38-39-Managing Editor 40); Review Staff; Stage work and being thoroughly agreeable at all times; 2 Lieut. іп 0.Т.С. Bic Moment: When bis name appeared as а star dialoguist. BRENDAN VEILLEUX Ben must have been a ‘Why Daddy?’ child, if we are to take as evidence the four years of incessant 20 quizzing to which he has subjected our teachers of science and letters. Shy but impulsive, Veilleux E. is somewhat of an enigma even to his closest friends. A Scholarship from St. Pat's in Sherbrooke У да brought Ben to Loyola, and his scholastic capabilities improved with time. Called ‘А natural- i born sport’ by the boys, Ben has shone in baseball, tennis, football, and hockey during his entire 2 stay here. Engineering is Benny's forte and his віпсегісу will make him а whiz. ! Activities: Library (38-39); Football (37-38-39-40); Hockey (37-38-40); President of Sanctuary Society T4 (39-40), and delving into the entrails of а Philco, vintage 1917. Bic Moment: His first view of the Metropolis, Montreal. % WALTER WADEY Catholic High School contributed no more loyal supporter to Loyola than Walter Wadey. People like to do things for Walter for he commands their respect although he is usually one jump ahead of them when it comes to doing things. Certainly no one can call Walter a common ordinary fellow for he is the type who could “уға Ес with kings, nor lose the common touch . Natural, but conventional and temperamental, Wadey likes to look at life as though it were a rainbow: colored with good friends, good books, good work and loyalty. His ambition will carry him far since he сап pack common sense behind his Ба рача | those two monuments to his work at ыан Тһе Pour Committee and the LCAA will bear witness to the power and sincerity of that wallop. Activities: Sodality executive (37-38-39-40); LCAA (39-40); Football (38-39 Manager 40); Dramatics (38-39-40); singing and cheering until hoarseness sets in; golfing, baseball and intra-mural hockey with a will.

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LOYOLA Page 11 COLLEGE REVIEW center of the stage. In silence she thrills the world . . . God's master puppet . . . and now she curtsies to the world and is rising higher and higher. All that is left is a tableau of silent beauty. The finale leaves one breathless at the magic of God's puppets, and this student turns away from his window that mirrors the world and kneels to say his prayers and thank God for the beauty of night. “Alas that Spring Should Vanish with tbe Rose Slowly, gently, float the Rose's petals down, As wanton Nature from her well-filled chalice tips A stream ој ош ту blood on Nature's wide green gown, Each petal splashing red—spilt from а rose' s lips. Whispers o'er the fields the sleepy Zephyr’s breath, As steals she, heavy-eyed to yonder vale for rest. A tiny bird chirps out the Summer's shriveled death; And slowly steals on Autumn's hord the dreaded guest. Across the land's black moors the winter now holds sway, And all fat Autumn's store he flings upon the wind: Each trembling bud апа quiv'ring grassy blade of Мау Lies dead. The tree stands bare with leafless boughs entwined, And wails a dirge for Spring that vanished with the Rose. ALBERT MELLOR, 42.