Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE Page 2 REVIEW Well do Canadians of today compare with the heroes who faced the foe undaunted and unconquered at Ypres and at Vimy Ridge. 7 Y 7 Montreal’s Tercentenary This year Montreal celebrates its three hundredth birthday. What was once a tiny village standing on the shores of the St. Lawrence with the pleasant woodlands of the mountain slopes as a backdrop, has today grown to become the metropolis of a great Dominion. And though the days were often dark and the path steep, it had down through the years courageous and determined men to cling to its ideal and work for its цэнэ Courage might well be the watchword of the city. Without courage it might not have been founded on the 18th of May, 1642, for Montmagny, at Quebec, tried to dissuade Maisonneuve from proceeding up the river. But the latter, in the immortal words that are carved on his monument on Place d'Armes, would not be dissuaded by danger. “Іс touches my honour, said he, “со accomplish my mission, were all the trees on the Island of Montreal to turn into so many Iroquois.” That mission was accomplished. The Iroquois, who must to the small band of French- men have seemed as numerous as the very trees, were driven back to the forest, and a new continent was opened for mankind. Montreal is, unfortunately, not one of those cities distinguished by civic ride. Yet, were her inbabitants to pause for a moment they must be struck by its bs against the hillside, by its position at the head of a great river, by its stra- tegic location at the end of open-water navigation. All these are reasons for civic pride. But the city has other characteristics we should think about as we enter our fourth century. Slums disfigure its beauty, human misery stalks its streets. As we think of Montreal's glorious past, we should remember its people and strive in this fourth century to improve their lot. A glorious past is, indeed, matter for pride. But determination for future betterment is more important. Ambition I often wonder why tbe hope of men А kingdom brought good Duncan to bis death; Is centered on sucb sballow, futile goals. Ambition caused tbe queen her wretched end; We grasp for glories not within our ken, In vain were all the plans of great Macbeth, And, clutching tight this world, forget our souls. Who saw his failure at the hopeless end. For money some will rob, stint, starve, and plead; Ob! if we could but see where lies true glory For glory, others rip the world asunder. Then this short life would tell a happier story. And yet, so is our vision blurred by greed, We never see our woeful, tragic blunder. Patrick Devaux, 45.

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О ан SE NIA SE ven ATEN ATEN ATEN nen EN EN SE i Loyola College Review : иконок орон Address all communications to LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW, SHERBROOKE STREET West, MONTREAL Price: ONE DOLLAR THE Copy, paper bound. АП subscriptions will be gratefully received. etas 1942 MONTREAL, CANADA No. 28 EDITORIAL Bishop Whelan On August 15th, 1941, the day on which Holy Mother Church celebrates with fitting solemnity the glorious feast of Mary's Assumption, His Excellency Lawrence Patrick Whelan was raised to the solemn dignity of the Episcopate. Well might the English-speaking Catholics of Montreal rejoice. For the first time, they saw one of their own priests chosen as Auxiliary of the great diocese of Montreal. And surely it was theirs to share a little in the honour that was his. As one of the Pastors of His Flock, his is a great, even a frightening, dignity, but one which he has accepted with that same spirit of humility and trust in God which characterized him in the past. And as for the future . . . Bearing in mind St. Paul's words of warning, ''Impose hands hastily on no тап,” the Holy Catholic Church, in all Her wisdom, has judged him worthy to be elevated to the rank of successor to the Apostles. ` Bishop Whelan's very nomination is, then, his best assurance of God's help and guidance. We of Loyola have already GC our fealty, our love, and our devotion to His Excellency. But in this, the first issue of our Review since his consecration, may we renew the pledges we made on that glorious morning when he was raised to his High Office and rededicate ourselves to his service. 7. T 5 Churchill at Ottawa As the year 1941 drew to its close, the eyes of the world turned for a few brief moments towards Canada's Capital, there to seek out the chubby figure of one of our greatest visitors in many years— Winston Spencer Churchill. Rightfully can we Canadians feel honoured and thankful for his visit— honoured, because we have had the privilege of playing host to the most eloquent, most prophetic, and most inspiring figure in the world today, and thankful, because of the compliment he has paid us м his presence, and the praise he has lavished оп us in his address to the assembled Commons and Senate at Ottawa. There on that December afternoon, Winston Churchill made it clear that England fully realizes and appreciates the part Canada is playing in this war—our Navy, engaged in the gruelling and praiseless task of guarding the Atlantic convoys; the Commonwealth Air Training Schools, busily engaged in turning out winged thousands of young men; our compact, mobile Army which, to use the words 2 its commander, “із pointed like a dagger at the heart of Berlin ; the steady stream of merchant ships, arms, and raw materials we are causing to flow to beleaguered Britain—all these were enumerated in the British Prime Minister's address.

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Page 3 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW A City Built for God 4 city founded for God we say And sometimes question tbis; But let us look back to another day W ben began on a boly morn in May Our migbty metropolis. The Eastern sky was flooded in light As dawn stole over tbe land, And Jéráme, kneeling in silent prayer, Heard an angel' s voice that filled tbe air And told Monsieur de la Dauversiire, God' s wonderful command. Yom will found, saith God, from his throne on High, “А city across tbe sea, To be built as tbe bome of Christian men То be raised for the love of Me. So Jéröme rose from the place where be knelt, As the sound of tbe Voice grew dim, For His Lord bad filled bim with Heavenly Grace То travel afar to a foreign place And found in the midst of a heathen race A city built for Him. He prayed at the altar of Notre Dame For bis Heavenly Mother's aid, Then went forth to gather other men For his glorious Crusade. God's Providence brought them from every side, They came both young and old For the Voice had whispered in other ears And its sound had silenced human fears, That braving torture, pain and tears They joined his little fold. In little ships they sailed away Through the wilderness of the deep; But at the helm God's angel stood And steered a safe course through the menacing flood Whose waves lashed at the brotherhood Whom God held in his keep. Then through the light of а misty dawn Rose cliffs of majesty; Rugged ethereal battlements Of a new land wide and free But a land that was P ei in hardship, W bere evil was pitted witb good, W bere nature killed in endless strife, Where the tomahawk flashed, and the scalping-knife Was stained with the blood of a Christian life In the depths of some virgin wood. But the men of God feared no such thing As weakened lesser men, For His spirit was within their hearts And each had the strength of ten. So, few in number, they journeyed on While their perils increased with each day; But with the measure of each long stride,