Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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I am a rock. I am the sea. I am a flower. Iam a mountain filled with gold. I am a river full of living things. I am growing. Like an eagle. Like a lion. I am found in the deepest forest. My heritage is drawn on the most ancient clay tablet. i iit ii My ancestors are like myself. are me. 1H found me in the darkness. THE At night I am a flame. il I am the wind. I am a blade of grass. I am the reaper.

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— STRIKE, AUTUMN 1969 December 6th, 1972. Dear Student: Everybody tells a college president that he is a fool, a kamikaze pilot, a utopian or something else uncomplimentary. When I say everybody , I mean government, business, radicals, be ginners, veterans, patriots, students, senior professors, thinkers, freaks, anti-intellectuals, foreigners, well, everybody. There is nothing personal in this as I read it. It is more a judgment against the university, its penchant for substituting rhetoric for record of achievement, the irrelevance of its goals and the ineptness of its methods. Actually, most people care little about the university. Those who want structures destroyed over in their corner of campus are zealous beyond belief in imposing restrictions on others. For example, students have argued for freedom and maturity of students by opposing the grading system, curricular patterns, compulsory courses but they, and their allies, do not hesitate to lay mandatory regulations on professors. And those who want structures retained at the height of barriers vote for their own acquired privilege. Thus, the specialist in any academic discipline raises his knowledge and experience to the status of dogma. Structures provide only one example, there are count- less others. What is disturbing about the debate on structure, or decision- making or any other phase of university life is that answers fly furiously, slick with sophistry; and there is no time to hear, let alone ask, questions about higher education. No matter whether we pursue the traditional methods of education or strive for new ones, no matter whether our education is structured or unstructured, there will always remain some basic questions for each one of us to answer. Some of these questions I leave with you in their barest outline. What is the nature of man? Who am I? What do I believe in? What do I want out of life? How can I best contribute to the good life or the just society or the Kingdom of God? Patrick G. Malone, S.J., President. he ; Tat ele 4 ariel

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75th ANNIVERSARY YEARBOOK This is probably the last yearbook that Loyola, as traditionalists know it, will have. It is called an Anniversary Edition because Loyola first opened its doors 75 years ago. As an Anniversary Yearbook then, this should be more than a review of the past year, but a reflection of its origins. There is too little room for this to be done comprehensively and in any case, because historical perspective has arranged things for our convenient digestion, we are inclined to grant significance to footnotes rather than commit ourselves to a realization of the human scale of values involved in our past. The First World War, three generations ago, seems now like a time long gone by, a place in our minds loaded with abstractions and vaguely categorized events. Like a windswept casement, it opens on huge dark rooms filled with centuries and eras turning around mysterious dates and personalities. An arid sense of history will not allow us to embrace the feelings and realities of people who lived then, even though it would contribute to an understanding of ourselves. We become, I think, too thoughtless and dispassionate. So while most of us recognize the 75 year history implicit in Loyola’s architecture and campus design, few have come to terms with the actual lives of those graduates whose photos line the corridors of the central building. They were just as real as we are (and I know some joker will insist that’s why they’re dead.) On the other hand, though no attempt is made to relive the past or uphold traditions, many of us are conscious of a mood which has settled on Loyola because of them. Consequently the 75th Anniversary Yearbook has tried to gather impressions of Loyola on the life of students through photographs, direct quotations, and a look at some early yearbooks, hopefully to the extent that Loyola appears as a place of unique responses to changing events. Something indicative of our sense of time and values was mentioned by a student who said that “At Loyola, the trees are just as important as the people.” This seems a little peculiar except that everyone is vaguely aware of the cumulative effect that the past has on anyone here. Because of this, the first section of the Anniversary Yearbook deals with some of the years preceding 1972 (mostly through the reproduction of early yearbook pages.) “It is hid in your heart Far away from the light And you cannot’see it Without taking apart All the things that make you The man that you are...”