Loyola University Maryland - Evergreen / Green and Gray Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL a a pmnfi and a iiet. (A Story.) D ick Powell was broke, “ dead broke and his allowance not due for ten days. There he sat, head in hands, sunk in our friend Bunyan’s “ Slough of Despond.” The room was bright and cheery, facing on the campus, and decorated with the college man’s usual abundance of pen- nants, pillows and well-seasoned pipes. Outside, a crowd of Sophomores listened to a lone Freshman’s attempt at a song. The unmusical tune floated through the open window, but failed to rouse Dick; he was watching his air-castles fading slowly away, — with a sort of grim pleasure — a pleasure such as the criminal feels when he sees that the axe is newly sharp- ened. The sun was sinking. As the magazine stories say, “ twilight was spreading her cloak over all,” and Dick was away under the cloak. Over, and over again he revolved the unpleasant situation in his mind. “ Jack Norris’ sister coming tomorrow, and Jack writes me to show her a good time. How in the mischief I can show anybody a good time in my present condition of ‘ frenzied finance,’ I don’t see. Just at present my total list of assets is a nickel, a penny, and a key. Board is paid up, and if that confounded Miss Norris had not appeared on the scene, I could have invested my nickel in a sack of tobacco and lived comfortably until Pa sends my allowance. As for the penny, — well I was going to keep it just to be able to say that I’m never without money. If I had only known this was going to happen I would never have — O but that’s ‘ spilt milk. It was too easy; I ought to have known something was going to happen. Well it happened all right; as I can testify.

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 in the reminiscences of the great actors. They condole with him in his disappointments and misfortunes ; they rejoice at his triumphs. Could Shakespeare return to this world and see how his plays were being performed, he would say, “ I see in Robert Mantell and Louis James the best exponents of several of the most difficult, yet delightful, characters that have trod the stage since my bones were laid to rest.” In years to come, when death has touched many of our readers, old gentlemen will say to the Shakespearean student and play-goer : “ I saw Mantell in ‘ Lear sir, he was the greatest Lear that the stage has ever had.” And when years have elapsed, we can safely say that the dramatic critic will de- clare that the true Lear passed with the passing of Mantell. L. Frank O ' Brien, ’08. MtUUh. How so othes the silence of the stars. When no profaning noise My soul’s rapt stillness mars! Anon, the swimming eye of tears Sees, — past the sight it blurs — The hushed dead love of years. Joseph B. Jacobi, ’01.

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 9 “ I wonder what kind of a looking girl Miss Norris is any- way. Jack is not a beauty by a long shot, and if she re- sembles him, I see where she — O but Jack is such a nice fellow, he doesn’t need to be handsome; may be she’s that kind. Anyway I hope she’s not one of those little things that just talk you to death — don’t give you a chance to open your mouth. At any rate I’m going around tomorrow night to look her over.” Next night Dick, carefully attired, rang the bell of the house indicated by Jack. He gave his card to the servant, asked for Miss Norris and was ushered into the parlor. Sev- eral minutes later, the portieres parted, and Dick beheld a very charming young lady who did not bear the slightest re- semblance to her brother. She welcomed him cordially and said she was very glad to meet Jack’s friend. It certainly was lucky Miss Norris could talk well. Dick was so flustered he could hardly speak ten words at a time, and spent his evening agreeing to everything the young lady said. Dick told me that it was only after he had said good-night, and walked away in the cool air, that he remembered having asked Miss Norris to go roller skating with him the next even- ing, and that he had likewise appointed a night the following week for the theatre. Miss Norris had very charmingly ac- cepted. Dick was overjoyed at the meeting, and was thinking pleasantly of the rink and the Academy. Just then a street car approached and Dick swung aboard. Thrusting his hand in his pocket to get the required nickel he encountered the mighty trio that stood between him and bankruptcy. His heart turned a somersault and so did Dick. He had forgotten all about the low ebb of his fortunes, and not waiting till the car reached the next corner, he jumped off immediately. After picking himself up and dusting off his coat, he felt in his pocket. They were still there — the nickel, the penny, and the key.