Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LOYOLA COLLEGE Page 4 REVIEW MAJOR DANIEL CHARLES YOUNG lw death of Major Young, who was wounded in the legs and chest during the battle for Ortona, brought to an end a distinguished military career that had started e Bol years before. He joined an Eastern Townships unit, Ayer's Cliff Cavalry Regiment, at the age of thirteen, and had taken qualification examinations in artillery, cavalry and infantry. Although keen on track meets and football at college, and well known as a skier, his chief interest always lay with his militia. He became a cavalry officer with the Royal Canadian Dragoons at St. Johns, entered the Small Arms School at Ottawa, and took the Artillery course at Petawawa, so that he was quali- fied as a major at the age of twenty-three although he did not hold that rank till he was twenty- seven. At the outbreak of the war he left the Canada Cement Company to go on active service. He was then a major in the Duke of York's Hussars, but transferred with a reduction in rank to lieutenant to the Royal Twenty-Second Regiment of Quebec. He went overseas with the rank of captain and then went to Sicily with the invasion forces where he obtained his majority fifteen days before he was wounded. Major Young climaxed his career by relieving Major Paul Triquet, V.C., during his heroic stand at Moro, December 14th to 19th. In Major Triquet's own words: “The Germans were everywhere, and five hundred yards from our objective, where we ran short of ammunition, we were stopped by heavy, accurate mortar fire. We held until reinforcements arrived. Those rein- forcements were headed by Major Young. This stand at Moro made possible the Ortona cam- paign, but was the occasion of Charles suffering severe wounds. Confined to a military hospital in Italy for more than a month, he failed to respond to treatment, and died a day or two before his 31st birthday. Attesting his popularity with his men, fellow officers and friends are the six hundred Masses said for him in all parts of the world. R.I.P. x Ж P O. WILLIAM E+ M«NICHOLL, R«C,A.F.,, 42 Tus four years that Bill McNicholl spent at Loyola, 1934-1938, gave an inkling of the manly spirit and leadership that were to come to the fore as Captain of his crew. Bad weather € him and his men to make a forced landing off the coast of Newfoundland in mid-winter. A letter from Bills chaplain, Fr. Metayer, vividly portrays his excellent character and spirit. The letter in part reads: Bill was an excellent Catholic and he received communion a few days before the accident in which he lost his life with seven of his companions. God did not take their lives violently but after days at sea on a raft. His Providence, no doubt, wanted them to be best prepared for their eternity. As Captain of his crew Bill was certainly conscious of his responsibility and we know after the messages they were sending, he was cheering up the others—that he made them all pray. Speaking of servicemen who thus give their lives Fr. Metayer said: They do not leave us forever but remain with us. They are not in the dark but we still are, they actually live their true lives while we e ourselves to die. The dead are invisible, they are not absent. They look upon us with eyes filled with eternal glory, they see actually their mother’s eyes and their father’s eyes burnt with tears and they are very close to them because these tears shed with Christian resignation were the cause of a shortened Purgatory before entering into the eternal glory. I've lost with Bill not only a friend but the real type of man we need so much in the Armed Forces we need so much nowadays. Masses have been said for those boys and your son here in my chapel. We shall not forget them. R.I.P.

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LOYOLA Page 3 COLLEGE REVIEW Those who were present last year will certainly need no encouragement to return for they have tasted well of the fruits of such a course. But less anyone miss this golden шшк again, we would exhort all who can possibly attend, to do so. Surely it will be “Six days you will never forget. Н. Hatt, 46. Y Y LA Albert Picotte Loyola lost a very loyal son when Albert Picotte was called by death. His classmates of the graduating class of ‘44 were stunned to hear of his sudden death by drowning a short three weeks before he was to receive his degree with them on Convocation Day. His loss was felt the more keenly because of the warm spirit of loyalty to Loyola and friendliness to all that Albert had displayed. In his brief stay of two years among us he showed his mettle as a Loyola man by following the Pre-Law course while preparing himself for McGill's Faculty of Engineering by private study. This did not prevent him from devoting himself wholeheartedly to extra-curricular work. He was an active member of the Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary, being received as a candidate in his Junior year, and no one played more energetically for his class in Intra-mural sport. Albert was an industrious student, a devout Catholic and a true Loyola man in every respect. To his bereaved family we offer our most heartfelt sympathies. y wx cw L'Envoi My college days are ending,—drawing nearer is the day, When ГІІ take a look about me and then quietly walk away, But no matter where I wander and no matter what my goal, The spirit of Loyola will be stirring in my soul. I will hear Loyola's Victory Song ringing in my ears, And play again in reverie those games of former years, And dream that I am walking 'cross the campus in the Spring, In the morning, with the sunlight,—and God in everything. I put away the copy books, my souvenirs of Prep. With the Spelling and the Grammar quiz, and to this day I've kept The report cards with the foot-note Application poor , And wonder how my teachers had the patience to endure. I have known the years of High School, with the Latin and the Greek Supplementals in September,—and of strappings I can speak! But sweetest in my memory is the campus in the Spring, In the morning, with the sunlight,—and God in everything. I'll see no more the classroom door, the blackboards and the chalk, Or gather in the smoker with the other lads to talk Of Football in October or Dramatics in the Spring, And the times we've had together, to which our memories cling. O Mother of a Mighty Manhood, Alma Mater yet to be, From Preparatory to Senior, thy sons are proud of thee, Ever more my heart is walking 'cross the campus in the Spring, In the morning, with the sunlight, —and God in everything. ROBERT LINDSAY 44.

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LOYOLA Page 5 COLLEGE REVIEW SGT. FABIAN RICHARD DAWSON, ‘47 ABIAN RICHARD DAWSON was born on April 15, 1924. At 2.38 p.m. on the 28rd of April last he lost his life during flying operations ten miles Southwest of the Hamlet of Harrogate in Yorkshire, England, and was buried four days later in the morning in the R.A.F. regional Cemetery at Harrogate. Between the lines of this stern official epitaph granted him by the Air Force a wealth of memories must linger for those who knew him. In the spring of 1938 Richie Dawson entered First High and caught almost at once the Loyola spirit. The Review of '39 tells us that “his achievements in Bantam Football and Hockey are surpassed only by his Monday morning smile.” He never lost that smile. Nor did he lose the spirit when he left Loyola to offer his services and eventually his life for the principle that men are created free and equal and must remain so, for he was among the top ten in a class of 400 to graduate from Mont Joli Gunnery School. Above all he was a real Catholic—what greater epitaph could be pronounced. In one of his last letters he told of serving Mass and receiving Holy Communion on Easter Sunday and confided to Phil Ready, his life- long friend, that his one hope was that God would take him in the state of sanctifying ке Our hearts go out in sympathy to the Dawson family for we know full well what a loss is theirs. RIP. y y 7 ALBERT PICOTTE ous PICOTTE was with us a bare two years before God called him, but in that short space of time he had endeared himself to the College, and in particular to the class with which he was to have graduated this year—an endearment and a friendship which these few words will be very inadequate to express. And it is hard to write these words about one who was so close to us all at every class and in every activity at Loyola. He came to us from the Collége de Montréal where he had been from the age of twelve, and which he left with the highest academic distinctions in 1942. His classmates, both past and present, can testify to the keenness of his mind and the quickness of his wit. But that is not what we will remember in particular about him. It is his good humour and never-failing smile, his readiness to help, and work with others; well he knew that truth, “un saint triste est un triste saint , and we all have much to learn from him. He died on May 16th, just nine days short of his twenty-first birthday, and the Solemn Requiem High Mass was offered on the 19th by Fr. Rector, assisted by two a his professors, and served by four of his class-mates. We can be sure that he is now at rest; as one was heard to say, he was so happy that he must have had a premonition of his death. We will miss him on Convocation night, and our hearts will be heavy as his name is called. But then we forget. He was called before us, and he was ready. He has aliit graduated in the final Convocation—the only one that really counts,—and he will be looking down on us. R.I.P.