Loyola College - Review Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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TYPE OF CONSTRUCTION: —As has been previously mentioned, all the buildings have been constructed in the most approved modern manner consistent with due economy. The structure is thoroughly fire-proof, consisting of reinforced concrete foundations, columns, floors, and ceilings with the space between the columns at the exterior walls filled in with 8 in. brick wall, a hollow space, and a 4 in. hollow Terra-Cotta inside wall or furring. The stairs are of iron. Numerous exits have been arranged, particularly in the dormitories, where in the event of a panic the students can, by opening a window in the end wall, readily pass out on to the concrete roofs of the cloisters. To show the advantages of this type of construction, it might be mentioned that when the Refectory Building was in course of erection a pile of about four tons of insulating material caught fire and burned and smouldered for several hours without causing any damage to the structure other than staining the walls. Had this occurred where there were wood floors, most of the building would have been destroyed. ss DOVOLAS TWO HOCKEY RINKS AP II OT ae The Heating is by hot water forced and accelerated by means of steam turbine pumps with an electric motor and pump for emergency. Extract ventilation is given where necessary, and in some rooms, such as classrooms, study-halls, etc., warmed fresh air will be blown into the rooms at such times as it may be found inadvisable to open the windows. PRonteel seca thew fom SE, tool =e Meanwhile, in addition to numberless lively incidents of no interest to the general public — such as a thrilling and sensational Checkers Tournament (! ) — there occurred the attempt of Mr. Bracken to blow up the Fume Chamber by judicious use of carbon bisulphide. Upon his failure, Mr. Carlin, more thorough and ambi- tious, essayed the destruction of the whole laboratory by exploding hydrogen gas, — but still no results. Nature was more successful in her designs on the new buildings when she melted our circumambient snowdrifts at a pace that overtaxes the drains and deluged a few of the rooms.

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2 LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW THE LOYOLA ARMS Heraldic devices such as the design on the cover of THE LOYOLA COLLEGE REVIEW are not uncommonly referred to as crests. This, of course, is inaccurate. The crest in armoury is an abbreviated symbol, usually placed above the arms proper, representing some distinctive mark or ornament which was worn upon the helmet, while the arms, generally far more elaborate, were emblazoned on the knight’s shield. Our College has adopted as its coat-of-arms that of the Loyola family at the time of St. Ignatius. It is fully described in an authentic contemporary document, which guarantees the accuracy of the blazonry as we have it. St. Ignatius’ elder brother, Don Martin Garcia of Ofiaz and Loyola, who held the inheritance at that time, makes the following provision in his will: “ And whoever shall inherit this, my entailed estate, shall be bound to be called by my surname and ancestry of Ofiaz and Loyola, and to wear and carry my arms and insignia in camp and wherever he may go. Which said arms of my said house and ancestry of Ofiaz are seven red bars on a field of gold. And those of the house of Loyola, black pot-hangers and two grey wolves, with a kettle hung from said pot-hangers, which wolves aforesaid hold the kettle between them, and are attached on either side, each with their paws resting on the handle of said kettle; the whole to be placed on a white field, keeping the one and the other apart; those of my said house of Onaz, my entailed estate, at the right, as at the head of this writing.” The meaning of the charges is not a matter of fanciful conjecture, so frequent in the interpretation of ancient armoury. The seven red bars on a gold field were granted to the Ofiaz family by the king of Spain, as a special mark of honour for the bravery shown by seven brothers of the family at the battle of Beotibar in the year 1321. In the Loyola shield we have an example of punning or “ canting” arms. The name Loyola is symbolized by “ Lobo-y-olla,”” the Spanish for “‘ wolf and pot.” A wolf stood for the nobility—the ‘ Ricos homines —and the design was taken to represent the generosity of the Loyola family. “ For,” says Father Raphael Perez, S.J., in his book ‘‘ La Santa Casa de Loyola,” “ the country people, still full of remembrance of Ignatius and his ancestry, relate that this name was given in those feudal times when great lords made war upon one another with a band of followers whom they were bound to maintain; and this the family of Loyola used to do with such liberality that the wolves always found something in the kettle to feast on after the soldiers were supplied.” There has been some divergence in the practice of ‘“‘ marshalling’ these arms. Not to speak of the utterly unheraldic grouping sometimes adopted to combine them conveniently with College emblems, there is some uncertainty as to the relative positions of the two femily shields themselves. In Spain the custom is to retain both the paternal and the maternal name. Hence LOVOLA COLLEGE REVIEW 3 the family of St. Ignatius was known as the house of Onaz and Loyola. If we go back to the year 1261, we find that Don Lope de Onaz espoused the heiress of the Loyola family, Dona Ifes de Loyola. Now it is usual in com- bining shields to give the paternal arms the position of honour, that is, the right of the wearer, and it seems clear that the Ofiaz arms, with their seven bars, should occupy this position. The words of Don Garcia which end the ex tract quoted above can hardly bear any other meaning. But as the lords of Fig. 1 Fig. 2 the united house of Onaz and Loyola always occupied the castle of Loyola, that name eventually prevailed and the shields are generally found transposed as on the cover of this REVIEW. Our own representation of the arms has not been altogether uniform. On the back of the College Catalogue, what appears to be the strictly accurate position of the two shields has been adopted (Fig. |), and the same example is followed in the College pin (Fig. 2). In the latter, however, the College colours—maroon olive-green and white—are substituted for the original tinctures of the Loyola family. The cover design of the REVIEW reverts to the more common arrange- ment, as found in many Jesuit College emblems. For the whole figure we Fig. 4 Fig. 5 are indebted to a cut which appeared some years ago in the “ Belvederian,” an annual published by Belvedere College, S.J., Dublin. The drawing is artistically pleasing, but we may gently protest that the maned animals favour lions more than wolves—heraldic or otherwise... A large replica of this device appears over the entrance to the Junior Building of the New College. ei

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LETTER FROM CAPTAIN GEORGE VANIER OF THE 22ND: Somewhere in Flanders, January 21st, 1916. By this time you know the terrible news of Adrian's death in action. What can I say that would not be empty? You know how I feel...... He was one of those in the C.E.F. in whom I took the greatest interest. Unfortunately I did not run across him as often as I would have wished. Without being able to give you details, I can say that our battalions did not occupy exactly the same lines, and although two men may be billeted and -nay fight five hundred yards from one another, their paths may never cross. When Adrian was wounded, by a very singular coincidence I saw him in the ambulance. Our battalion that day happened to be resting in billets not very far from the firing line, and the 24th was in the front trenches. 1 was walking along the road when I heard an ambulance behind me. | stepped to one side, without nardly looking up. The ambulance passed me, had gone twenty feet when I heard my name called out. I looked up to see Adrian sitting in the rear end of the ambulance with one arm bound up and a cheery smile on his face. With the free arm he pointed towards one of his shoulders, and I knew then that he had been wounded somewhere near the shoulder and that the wound could not be serious. I was unable to speak to him because the motor ambulance was speeding away at a fast clip. Then I lost track of Adrian completely—heard neither of nor from him—until the night of January 17th. At five-thirty o’clock in the afternoon of that date 1 was waiting for my horse near a farm house close to the firing line, when out of the darkness (although early it was quite dark) he came up to me calling “Hello, George, how are you?” As far as I can remember, the conversation which was not long, ran as follows:— aa well, Adrian, happy New Year, and so you are back? Tell me about your wound. “Oh, it wasn’t very much. A clean bullet wound through the shoulder. The wound itself would have been nothing, if I had not suffered from the effects of anti-tetanus serum. For over a month, my sight was very much affected. But I’m in splendid shape now es “Why don’t you ever write, Adie? You promised you would. I should like to get news from you. I was anxious about your bullet wound.” “‘Curious, George, I wrote only a few days ago; have you received the letter ” “ No, it will probably reach me in due course.” “By the way, your mother sent me a Christmas present. It was jolly decent of her. It reached me in the hospital where it was doubly appreciated.” “I must be off, Adie. Good-bye and good luck, old boy.” “Good luck, George.” A hand shake, and I rode off. Little did I think that I should never see him again. Adrian, I am told, was shot through the lungs and died almost immediately. I have as yet no other details. I have been unable to see anyone who was with Adrian at the time of the accident. I shall make it my particular business to get in touch with some one who can give me more definite details of his death. He was buried Jan. 20th, with all the rites of our Church. Had I known then of his death, it is needless to say that I would have been present. I know the little cemetery,where he rests,very well indeed. Often, on and off duty, I pass it. It lies near the intersection of two roads. Very tall trees throw their shade over the mounds of earth that mark the last resting place of Canada’s boys. . . - - + + - .For the time being, a simple white cross will mark his grave. He is with his men, where probably he would wish to be ————4 LETTER FROM CAPTAIN ARTHUR L. McGOVERN Otterpool Camp, Sept. 16th, 1915. I am leaving here this afternoon, at 5 p.m., on my way to France, and am writing this little note of farewell... The King reviewed us on September 2nd, and was very pleased with our appearance and good bearing. Lord Kitchener was also present and complimented us qn our men... We expect to make a good showing. ; Belgium, Oct. 15th, 1915. . . . | wrote you from the trenches while we were doing our first spell, and in haste sent you a card when leaving to re-enter the trenches, after being out for six days. After the completion of our first spell, when we came out of the trenches for the first time, we marched to a little village about six miles behind the line for a rest. Alas! for our men, the proposed rest was one in name only, as they were kept continually employed on fatigue work, that is, carrying food to the troops in the trenches, etc. However, we “‘ rested ’ for six days and re-entered the trenches on Wednesday, to take our second spell. Sad to say, our second venture was not as fortunate as the first, and we had a great number of casualties. The Germans very unkindly exploded a mine under a portion of our trenches and caused considerable loss of life. We were also shelled very heavily, and in connection with this shelling I had a fortunate escape, the particulars of which were as follows: large German shell dropped in the trenches occupied by my platoon, and, while doing consid- erable damage to the trench itself, did not, luckily, cause any casualties. I took an officer of the Engineers down to look at the damage, and, while we were both examining same, the Germans landed another shell about ten yards in front of us, outside the trench. We heard the shell hit the ground and rebound along the ground urtil it struck the parapet with a shock that caused the whole section of parapet to shake, but luckily the shell did not explode. As we were standing right behind the place where it struck the parapet, we had a close shave, but we both laughed and promptly forgot all about it. . . . The shelters or dug-outs are usually quite damp and leak very badly, our clothes are usually encrusted with mud and dirt, the food, while usually good, is often, through unforeseen difficulties, such as transport, etc., rather slim, but the men “ keep on smiling,” and for my part I am very proud indeed to be associated with such a body of men. Their manners may be uncouth, their speech may be rough and their appearance far from attractive, but their hearts are true, and when the time comes for the big struggle, as it will surely come, our men will always be ready and willing to do their part. One torpedo lit in our trench, blew a hole about eight feet deep and twenty feet across, besides making a big hole in our parapet. However, it is all in the game, and we are always on the watch for this unpleasant visitor. One of these torpedoes killed seven men and wounded two, not so long ago, so we take no chances. When you have slept, eaten, fought and fasted with men for such a period; when you have seen them with the shells bursting close by, or the sniper’s bullet skimming over their heads; when you have seen them cheerfully erecting barbed-wire entanglements in the open, about 125 yards from the Huns; when you have seen all these things, you are proud to belong to such a Battalion, very proud of your men, and your only ambition is that in the time of trial they will have no reason to be ashamed of you... FROM A FORMER MASTER . . . I cannot convince myself that poor Arthur has been cut down on the threshold of man- hood. I had always counted upon him, more perhaps than upon any of my former pupils, to have a brilliant and useful career. But God ordained otherwise. The poor boy had many noble — and a high sense of honour. It was for them I loved him so much. He was a good riend. ...