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

Text from Pages 1 - 176 of the 1910 volume:

LOYOLA COLLEGE. The Loyola College Annual published by the students of LOYOLA COLLEGE BALTIMORE, MD. JUNE, 1910 ' i ' ; Qlnntrnta. COLI EGE. Page The Pilgrims of Maryland — Fr. Michael J. Byrnes, S. J., 58 1 The Evolution of the American Newspaper — V, J. Brown, Jr., ' 10 3 A Soul Conquest — Charles S. Lerch, ’ll 9 Flights — James F. Russell, Jr., ’12 13 Blaze Away! — Anthony C. Rolfes, ’13 15 Father Stephen A. Kelly, S. J. — Matthew S. Brenan 17 Gilbert Keith Chesterton — Cyril A. Keller, ’10 18 Triolet — Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 25 Two Pictures — Charles S. Lerch, ’ll 26 A Lily, A Test Tube and A Tenpenny Nail — F. H. L inthicum, ’12 30 Hiawatha in The Gallery — Anthony C. Rolfes, ’13 34 Reverend W. G. Read Mullan, S. J. — John H. Briscoe, ’10 36 Being Good With Kant — J. H. T. Briscoe, ’10 37 Mulier — V. J. Brown, Jr., ’10 40 Fifty Years Afterwards — Sophomore S 5 nTiposium 43 Macaulay — Jos. T. Hanlon, ’12 44 Leigh Hunt — F. F. Rose, ’12 45 Prescott — John J. Bowens, ’12 46 Irving— J. F. Russell, Jr., ’12 47 Shipwrecked on Land — J. A. Carey, ’13 49 Come Up Smiling — Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12 52 The Carnations — Walter E. McCann, A. M., ’92 53 Triolet — Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 59 Macimino 60 ALUMNI. An Interview With An Old “Grad.” ’58— J. B. W., ’07 68 The Alumni Reunion — J. B. W., ’07 72 The Alumni Banquet — J. B. W., ’07 74 Page The College Play — J. Boiseau Wiesel, 07 76 Some University Impressions — Edward K. Hanlon, 09 80 Alumni Notes— J. B. W., 07 83 COLLEGE NOTES. In an Eiditorial Way 92 Chronicle 94 Eldorado 101 Sodalit 3 r — Edwin L. C. Leonard, 10 102 Literary Society — John J. Bowens, 12 103 Dramatic Notes — Edwin L. C. Leonard, 10 105 Athletic Notes — Edwin L. C. Leonard, 10 107 Loyola High School Basketball Team — Geo. A. Tormey, H. S., 10 108 •Varsity Basketball Team — W. Henry Noeth, 11 109 Class Notes 112 HIGH SCHOOL. Two Races of Man — August J. Bourbon, H. S., 10 117 Four O’clock — Jerome H. Joyce, H. S., 10 119 Two Species of Students — A. J. Harrison, H. S., 10 121 The Seven Ages on Mt. Royal — Harry Quinn, H. S., 10 123 Lamb — August J. Bourbon, H. S., 10 125 College-Bred — John Lardner, H. S., 11 126 Honk! Honk! — William Sauer, H. S., 11 127 A Rolling Stone — J. Bart Muth, H. S., 11 129 A Gem — Arrell B. Hoblitzell, H. S., 11 130 Where Ignorance Was Bliss — Ralph J. Sybert, H. S., 12 131 A Calamity — Vivian J. McCann, H. S., 12 133 A Glance at Life — George B. Loden, H. S., 12 134 The Prince’s Restoration — Robert Charles Norman, Jr., H. S., 13 135 In After Years — James Kelley, H. S., 13 (B) 137 The Music of Heaven — M. C. Sturm, H. S., 13, Sec. B 138 An Easter Present — Roger Donovan, H. S., 13 140 The Lighthouse Keeper — Leo. A. Codd, H. S., 13 141 It’s An 111 Wind — John Tearney, Prep 143 The Advantages of Being Small 144 Morgan Debating Society 146 High School Notes 148 ptlgrttttfi 0f Marglattii. emember, Maryland, thy pilgrim band, A goodly race and bold, from friendless skies. Who won thy birthright, and with high emprize Made thee the glory of our Western land. For a new covenant the new earth sealed. When Hope was young and Freedom not grown old, Ere Justice wavered at the clink of gold. Or Honor dropped the lilies from his shield. With stalwart arms, thy yeomen good and true Laid low the forest in its giant pride. And Plenty smiled o’er all; while side by side In peace the roof-tree and the wigwam grew. Thus through the gloaming and the woodland deep They let the sunlight in; and har est bloom Decked the fair land and filled it with perfume, And where the red deer stalks the reapers reap. But over harvest bloom or virgin bowers, Christ’s loving Blood was raised; its presence blessed Alike the pilgrims’ home, the chapel’s crest; It was the theme of all their prayerful hours. 1 2 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL And so they laid thy bases strong in Right And wrote thy largesses in words of love — The deed of knightly hearts: The Ark and Dove Again were messengers of life and light. The strife-tost worshiper at last was free, His rite no law compelled, no law forbade; The exile in thy haven was made glad. The toiler left his fathers’ graves for thee. And thy light sped unto the farthest bound Of continent and sea, O Maryland! Religion walked with freedom, hand in hand. And gave the privilege of sacred ground. O lift above their urns memorial domes! Engrave their names in blazonry of gold ! To listening senates let their deeds be told. And conned with loving zeal within thy homes. Thy Pilgrim sires ! their day has not gone by. If aught be instnct of heroic birth; Their deathless dust shall cry out from the earth. Though in its breast unrequiemed they lie! M. J. Byrnes, S. J. Fr. Michael J. Byrnes, S. J., was born in Baltimore and was a student at Loyola College in the years 1855-58. In the latter year he entered the Society of Jesus and was ordained priest about 1874. He died in Jersey City in February, 1907. Many years of his life were spent as professor in various Jesuit colleges and in exercising the functions of the ministry to the great good and consolation of souls. He was vice-president of Loyola in, the Jubilee year, 1902-03. By those who knew him he was considered a poet of superior excellence, as the above poem, we believe, will bear out. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 3 £mlntxm nf tijr Am riran ' mBpnpn. (A Competitive Essay: Adapted.) T? VERY one knows what a newspaper is. Every one from the smallest child who has just learned to read, to the venerable old patriarch in the evening of life, is a reader of the newspaper. But how many of us have ever stopped to think what the newspaper is, what is the history of this, our daily friend and companion? If we have never had this pleasure, then let us now examine it carefully and trace its life history from the cradle of its infancy through its various stages of development in the early years of its existence, till we meet it as it stands forth now in all its power and glory, one of the greatest enterprises of the American people. In the ancient Roman Empire, even before the coming of Christ, the newspaper was in vogue. Unfortunately, not a single copy of these papers has come down to us, and we have no authentic record of this oldest of the world’s news- papers. If only a few of these precious papers, which were prepared by Caesar with the assistance of many thousands of his men, could have been preserved, they would have been a source of intense interest and would have afforded us a far better knowledge of the daily life in the ancient eternal city. The oldest printed newspaper on record is the “King Pao,” which was published in China in the year 911 A. D., and remarkable indeed to say it is still printed and that not once, but three times a day. It is to Charles the Eighth that is due the credit of being a founder of the first newspaper in Europe, publishing it in 1494 in the form of a regular period- ical containing mostly news of his army which was then wag- 4 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ing vv ar in Italy. In England the first newspaper appeared in 1622 under the title of the “ English Mercury,” and in 1631 France published its first paper, known as “ La Gazette de France.” Similarly newspapers began to spring up in almost every nation in Europe. With the coming of the American settlers came the newspapers. Every vessel that crossed the ocean brought with it the papers of Europe, acquainting the pioneers of America with the news of the land of their child- hood. For years the colonists were so few and were scat- tered over such a broad area that they were unable to pub- lish a paper for themselves. But as they increased in num- bers, and as the country began to grow more and more rapidly, an opportunity was offered for the publication of a news- paper. It was in the town of Boston, on the 25th of September, 1690, that the first newspaper in America was printed. Richard Pierce, its editor, was possessed of a rare sense of humour and originality, which would have done credit to the shrewdest, wittiest and most philosophical editor of our day. He was evi- dently a true business man, for he did not wait for opportu- nities to come to him, but he made his own opportunities. He was aware of the fact that mankind is naturally curious and also that people were often wont to exaggerate and to turn and twist facts until there was not the least semblance of truth remaining in them. In short, he knew that there were many gossipers in the city. Accordingly and in his very first issue, he stated that if his readers would acquaint him with the names of the people who were circulating false rumors about the town he would expose their names to the public in the subsequent issues of his papers. In brief, he proposed to advertise in his papers all the liars of the city. But, fortunately or unfortunately, as the case may be, after the first issue the authorities suppressed the paper, which THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 5 otherwise had such a promising beginning. Such was the fate of America’s first newspaper. The historians of journalism have usually overlooked this unique and rather ludicrous origin of the newspaper in Amer- ica, and have conferred the honor of the father of American newspapers on John Campbell, the Boston Postmaster, who published his paper, “ The Boston Letter News,” as it was called, for the first time on April 24th, 1704. From such simple beginnings, the newspaper began to spread rapidly, and in 1747 there were eleven newspapers in the Eng- lish colonies. Soon almost every city of any considerable size had one or more newspapers, but no attempt was made in the country to publish a daily nevv spaper until 1784, and even in 1800 daily newspapers were printed only in a few of the largest cities. The years immediately preceding and following the out- break of the Revolution marked a change in the nev spaper, and in this change we see tv o of the greatest causes of the development of the American newspaper, namely the increased interest which the people took in the newspaper and its con- nection with politics and it was in response to these require- ments that the editors of the paper did all in their power to collect tlie news and to further the growth of the newspaper. Hitherto the unwarranted restrictions put on the liberty of the press had severely checked the efforts of the editors in the further development of their newspapers. Up to this time, in the face of this great opposition, the newspapers had grown gradually, but steadily, but now they seem stirred with the breath of a new life. They were breathing with a growing power and prosperity. The light of a grander day was falling fair on their faces. This marked the great commencement of the American newspaper. After the Revolution the newspapers became the organs of the different political bodies. They were practically subsidized 6 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL by the politicians and spoke only for that side whom they represented. The fact that so few papers were published in the early his- tory of America was due largely to the many difficulties which were encountered in printing the newspaper. Even in the early part of the nineteenth century newspapers were printed with very crude machinery and involved so much time and hard labor that the production of a large number of copies was out of the question. Later some iron presses were imported from England, and in 1822 the first power press was invented by Daniel Treadwell, of Boston, the power being furnished by a team of mules. None of these presses were well adapted to newspaper work, but in 1847 Richard M. Hoe, one of the great mechanical geniuses of this country, invented a cylinder press by which the mechanical ability of producing papers was almost immediately doubled, and which was in time destined to revolutionize the newspaper of America. Early in the nineteenth century the editor ceased to be the hired servant of the political bodies, and began to express his own views on different subjects. The editor now became the real writer of the paper and spoke to the people directly through the editorial columns of his paper. The newspaper became now a real medium of knowledge and not a mere presentation of news. This was the day of great editors, of which Horace Greely, the editor of the New York Tribune, was worthy of special mention. Their papers were made up for the most part of editorials, the aim of which was to convince and to educate, not to inform the public. The editor at this period was greater than his newspaper, and as a means of educating and elevating the people of the United States this era of newspapers was unparalleled in the history of journalism. The newspaper, as one of the great institutions of our gov- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 eminent, has kept pace with our national development. Up to the time of the Mexican War no systematic means of re- porting news had been introduced, and the news obtained was for the most part voluntary contributions, which were often semi-editorial. When the Civil War began the papers were able to gather news much more easily than before. A wonder- ful industrial development had taken place in this country, and great opportunities for advancement had arrived. The conditions were ripe for the rapid development of the news- paper, and the expected happened. American genius and ingenuity answered the call of the American newspaper. Reporters were engaged to collect the daily news, special correspondents and artists were sent to the field of battle that the news might be as prompt and as ac- curate as possible. The telegraph became the common means of communication, and in less than a year the American news- paper had entered upon a new era of marvelous development. From this time invention kept pace with the increased demand for newspapers. To give a record of the development of the newspaper would be to review the unparalleled progress in all science and art. The type is now set by linotype with as much ease as one would run over the keys of a typewriter. The Hoe octuple press is one of the marvels of the age, print- ing, cutting, folding and counting ninety-six thousand four, six or eight page papers and twenty-four thousand sixteen- page papers per hour. But in speaking of the newspapers of to-day, it is impossible to forego mention of one of the most conspicuous phases of journalism in this country — the Yellow Journal. These papers are a source of a great deal of evil in the country, for they tend to lower the reader’s character by presenting to him in print news which is of itself objectionable or which is presented in an objectionable manner. These papers are read. 8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL be it said to the credit of the American people, by only the inferior class. The evolution of the American Newspaper is the greatest wonder of the age. In 1800 there were 200 newspapers in the United States, in 1905 there were 22,512. In the place of the wooden press, which was hardly capable of printing 200 copies a day, we have the giant octuple Hoe press, belching forth 1,600 16-page papers a minute, or 26 papers every second. Thousands of correspondents and reporters with headquarters in every quarter of the globe have taken the place of the in- dividual editor, who in the early days was reporter and printer alike. The locomotive, steamship, telegraph, telephone and wireless telegraphy have taken the place of the sailing vessel, stage coach and mail carrier as a means of communicating nev s. Journalism of to-day is a business and the newspaper is the daily history of the world ; it is the educator of the people, and the rostrum of the sage and scientist, the author, the poet and the philosopher. As a profession the newspaper work stands among the highest in the land. The American News- paper represents the perfection of the art of printing, the cul- mination of all progress in science and in art, the embodiment of all advancement and development in the civilization of the world. It is the living monument to the mind of man, and especially to the American Nation, in whose midst it has been reared. V. J. Browr Jr., ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 9 A Bmi Olnnqu Ht (A Story of a Mixed Marriage.) LOWERING sky of a monotonous gray, a broad expanse of heaving billows, a few sea gulls hovering aimlessly about, and a life-boat with the corpse of a woman and two living men stretched across its seats — such was the scene on the spot of the sinking of the “ Nova Scotia ” two hours after the catastrophe. One of the men was crushed about the body by the blow of a heavy spar, and did not have long to suffer on that dead waste of water. The other was so drenched to the skin that it would have been hard to dis- tinguish the Roman collar that was a part of his dress. The woman had been dragged into the life-boat already drowned by the pitiless waves. The dying man gazed on her sorrow- fully as he listened to the words of the priest: “ I baptized your wife before the ship went down, and in that horrible melee I heard all of her confession that was pos- sible before we were finally engulfed. In her last moments she recognized the truth of that church from which in life she had separated you. Will you, her husband, remain an apostate, when she who caused that apostasy has gone to her God in union with His church? ” The sufferer answered slowly and with some pain: ‘‘My wife was terrified by the presence of eternity. She shrank from the awful unknown, and in that moment of dread despair she clutched at this phantom forgiveness as she clutched at the wreckage in the vortex. It was fear that drove her to the compromise. I weep for her with all the intensity of hope- less grief, but I must not yield to her weakness. I am a man.” 10 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL He stifled a groan and caught at the breath which was fast leaving him. “ Your wife was no coward,” said the priest. “ She did not gaze into the unknown, but into a future that rose before her eyes with far more certainty and distinctness than did the sinking ship with its condemned throng, praying, cursing and raving in the face of death. She saw that it was her duty to serve her God now as He commanded, though she had never done so before. Those words were ringing in her ears, ‘ He that believeth in me shall live, though he die, and he that liveth in me shall never die.” Christ Himself willed that she should live, and she bowed before His Holy Will. The husband’s eyes were glazed. “ Would she not have lived because she willed to live — because she possessed a soul that through its very nature could not die, and through its own powers would live happily? ‘ Man doth not yield him- self to the angels or to death utterly save through the weak- ness of his feeble will.’ She did not need the form of bap- tism, confession, and all the other ceremony with which man has clothed his inherent religion. Do you think to terrify me with the phantasmagora of mediaeval theology? ” “ You set the human will above the Divine,” cried the priest. “ Do you not know that all the powers of the human mind, all that transcendent will in which you glory, all the beauties of the soul of man are but images — faint reflections of the qualities of God? You have absolutely nothing, except in- asmuch as you have received it from God. You can do abso- lutely nothing, except inasmuch as you are made after the likeness of that Creator, whose Will is the supreme and in- finite law. It is in condescension to your weak intellect and your material form that God, not man, has given an outward form to the worship He demands from the children of Adam. I am here as the minister, not of a society of men, not of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 11 mediaeval theology, but of that spiritual body that receives its inspiration from the Holy Ghost, its authority from Jesus Christ — in short, all that in which it consists from God Him- self. I am the representative of the Catholic Church and hence the representative of the Creator.” The apostate had been moved; even in his pain he had roused himself to hear the glowing words of the speaker. “ You are eloquent, father,” he said with difficulty. “ I re- spect your devotion to your cause. I honor you as a just man, but I cannot agree with all your belief.” The priest looked with anxiety at the rapidly dying man. Then he said: “Would you have proof of my words? Forget your own belief, disregard for the moment that deli- cate system of philosophy you have built up for yourself; cease using those grand ideas and vague passions which you have forced into justifying yourself. Look not into your abstract speculations, but into your life. Have your actions proved the purity and justice of the course you have taken? You abandoned your church for your wife and pleasure; you gave up your God for the ambition of this life. She who aided you in the fcdl has realized her sin and has appealed to the Infinite mercy. Recall your own sins, and look to Calvary where, hanging on the infamous gibbet of shame, is your God. Give heed to His words and apply them to yourself: ‘ Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.’ ” The priest broke off, for by a superhuman effort the man- gled creature before him had thrown himself on his knees, and in a voice that sped over the boundless waste of waters he cried : “ My God, I believe.” A moment later he was pouring forth in broken accents a confession of his life, and as his voice grew weaker the priest solemnly gave him abso- lution. The effort had exhausted his last strength; he fell by the side of his wife, and the minister of God realized that 12 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL he was the only living creature left in the boat. He looked up, and across the waves saw the black hull of an approaching steamer. He started to signal, but the ship had already stopped her engines and was lowering a boat. He alone, of the four hundred and thirty-nine souls aboard the “ Nova Scotia,” had been saved from the jaws of the ocean, and the sea gulls wheeled over the tossing life-boat with its cargo of dead. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 13 (A Christmas Story.) IVyT ERRY Christmas” rang out clear and strong above jingling bells and tooting horns. It was the eve of the great day. I was revelling in blissful anticipation of the good things to come, when mother bent over me and asked, “ Do you not think it is dreadful to be cold and hungry?” • Oh, yes,” I answered. “ There are many boys and girls,” ' she continued, “ who live in miserable garrets or dark cellars, and no ray of Christmas cheer ever brightens their dull lives. Will you not forego tomorrow’s presents that the money may be used in making these poor creatures happy?” Visions of silver-mounted rifles and prancing steeds danced before my eyes and seemed to urge me to refuse. But while I pondered in uncertainty I heard a gentle voice whisper, “ Will you not make the sacrifice for Me? Tomorrow is My birthday.” I turned to mother and said, “ I will give up my presents.” It was evening and an irresistible impulse drew me to the sidewalk. As I lifted my eyes to the heavens, a luminous star appeared and seemed to move toward the earth. At the same time I felt myself lifted from the ground and carried rap- idly through the air in the track of the star. The earth was contracted to an atom, and the sublime and enchanting region through which I passed was lighted with millions of crystal lamps, that burned brightly in the deep blue vault. I seemed to be in the world of spirits and to live and breathe with them. At last my luminous guide stopped and I was hurried through endless space, back to earth. Now I was in a little village that nestled among the hills, and angels were everywhere. Their 14 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL joyful anthems filled the air with melody, and I noticed they bent low in adoration, when they drew near the little shed before which I stood. I pushed open the door and entered. It was a stable, cold and bare, but Jesus was there and Mary and Joseph. The Infant appeared to shiver, and falling on my knees, I pulled off my coat and cried, “ Holy Child, let me take you to my home; there You will find warmth and comforts.’ ' He smiled and answered, ‘‘ Because you ask it. My brother, I will go with you.” As I wrapped Him in my coat, invisible hands bore us from the place and I saw the tips of the angels’ wings disappearing over the hills. They were heralding the approach of the great Guest. In a crib, erected in His honor, the Divine Infant chose to rest. The house was thronged with old and young, rich and poor, who had heard of His com- ing, and now pressed forward to do homage to their King. Every face beamed with happiness and every heart was glad, as one by one they placed their offerings at His feet. Then the gifts resolved themselves into good thoughts and good works; but I had given nothing and I shrank back, abashed. When, behold, above the head of the Infant, in glittering let- ters, appeared the words, Offer to the Christ-child your sac- rifice.” And the Christ-child accepted my sacrifice and asked, “ What favor do you crave of Me?” Before I could reply, a voice which seemed to come from a distance said, “ Wake up, my son, it is time to dress for school.” I sat up and gazed around me. My beautiful vision had vanished, and I realized it v as a dream, — but I wished that my dream were true. Jas. F. Russell, Jr., ’12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 15 Muzt Atuag I (A Fire Story.) HE church chimes announced the hour of midnight. Fire! Fire!! The cry rang very loudly from the street beneath my open window. Starting to a sitting posture I discovered that I was suffocating with the fumes arising from burning goose feathers and hair. I was dazed for a moment and having recovered my cour- age somewhat as well as my breath, I took a glance about me. The sight of my meerschaum told the story. I had gone to bed with a lighted pipe, which had permitted its fire to form the acquaintance of other inflammable material in the vicinity, and had already promulgated several very pretty specimens of flame-work up and down the southeast bed post. Perhaps there are some who will not believe me when I say that, although I was up four stories, I was not cool. The fire continued forming acquaintances until I was left to withstand her charms. I went to the window and borrowed a lungful of air from outdoors, and came back to hunt some hose to extinguish the fire. The only thing resembling it was a stocking and, realizing that this would prove unavail- ing, I resolved to take my chances (slim as they might be) on the fire escape. The fire escape was an automatic affair — something between an air ship and a subway train — with a chain to which was attached a weight so that a person could let himself down or vice versa, at least, all who ever used it were vice versa when they landed. 16 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The contrivance let me down a story and then refused to go any farther. The flames were so pleased with my visit that they came out to meet me and some of them in their joy even licked my hands and face as well as the chain on what I depended. Aware of the fact that I could be arrested as a tramp for having no visible means of support, I determined to inform the firemen below that I contemplated making a descent. So. taking out my notebook, I dropped them a few lines (perhaps it struck some of them funny) to the following effect: Airy Castle, Hot Springs. Associate Firemen. Dear Sirs — Will you kindly turn the hose on me at your earliest convenience? I’ll try to keep cool till help arrives. Also, if not otherwise engaged, stretch a blanked beneath me to prevent injury to the cement walk. I won’t keep you wait- ing lon g when I once get started. Yours truly, Jacob Fricassee. Either the firemen did not receive my correspondence or (what is more probable) they were busily engaged in saving something valuable; at any rate, when I hit the pavement, three stories below, there was no blanket there to receive me and even now, as I lie in the morgue, I am greatly disturbed as to the outcome of the damage suit brought against me for destruction of property. Unfortunately my visiting cards were damaged by smoke and fire beyond recognition and I am still awaiting identifi- cation. Anthony C. Rolfes, ’13. THE REVEREND STEPHEN A. KELLY, S. J., President of Loyola, 1870-1877. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 17 A. Ktlip, S . 3 Rev. Stephen A. Kelly, S. J., a former President of Loyola College, died at the rectory of St. Joseph’s Church, Philadel- phia, on Sunday, February 13th, 1910, in the 77th year of his age. Father Kelly presided over the destinies of St. Ignatius’ Church and of Loyola College for nearly seven years, or until the summer of 1877, during which time he devoted all his energies to building up the College and maintaining the high standard it then enjoyed. An excellent business man, he realized the necessity of reducing the large debt that was upon the church and the old College buildings, and, with this object in view organized the Church Debt Association which did so much to relieve the burden that weighed so heavily upon the institution. Through his efforts, many im- provements were made, and the original debt materially re- duced. Father Kelly was a handsome specimen of a manly man, whose kindly heart was concealed by what some regarded as rather a dignified exterior, but he was ever ready to do a favor, and always willing to take his share of the duties per- taining to the office he held. He was a noted pulpit orator; his commanding presence, clear and distinct enunciation gained for him a wide reputation as a forcible and learned speaker. His innate modesty was so great that though he was recognized as an eloquent preacher, he disliked to be seen in the pulpit, yet never shirking his duties in this re- spect, he preached regularly on his appointed Sunday, at Sodality and weekly devotions in the month of May. Father Kelly was popular with all. Beloved by the com- munity, admired by the students, and esteemed by a large circle of warm friends, he was always the courteous gentle- man, the sincere and kind friend, the ideal Priest. Matthew S. Brenan. 2 18 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Gilbert Kntl} (A Competitive Essay: Adapted,) O one has come in touch with the writings of Gilbert Keith Chesterton, the talented young English poet, au- thor, journalist and critic, without feeling something of the nature of the man himself, which is so prominently displayed in his writings. After perusing the cheerful platitudes of some of the earlier literary lights of England, it is v ith a gasp of relief that we turn to some of the inspired absurdities and bold truths expressed by some of the younger generation, with such a man as Chesterton as their leader. Few people at present appreciate the value of Chesterton’s writings and the influence that they must finally have on modern literature, and the per- versity of modern thought. The ideal of Chesterton’s youth was Whitman, whose in- fluence we see in all of Chesterton’s earlier works, and it was under Whitman’s tutorage, as it were, that he became a so- cialist. While a socialist Chesterton was a strong revolutionist, treat- ing traditional Christianity as a trumped up reversion of Christ’s doctrine, while he praised the Founder. However, we are glad that the revolutionary period of Chesterton’s life was of short duration, for in his first prose work, ‘‘ The Defendant,” we see the socialist gradually turning protectionist; the rad- ical becoming conservative. As in his poems he has attacked and ridiculed the champions of traditional and historic religion and materialistic progress, so in the “The Defendant” he at- tacked those who would do away with the existing order; those whom he fittingly calls in his subsequent books the “ iconoclasts.” THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 19 The anonymous author of “ A Criticism of Chesterton,” writes that a number of causes were influential in the change of attitude, but especially the communing v ithin himself, which v as caused by the Boer War, and the growth of the Imperialistic spirit in England. War was good; it was noble and elevating if waged by equal pov ers, still better if the w eak conquered the strong, but degrading if the strong overwhelmed the weak. As when years before the “ Letters of Junius ” ap- peared, the same sort of interest w’as aroused in 1900 by the cryptic signature G. K. C.; all v anted to know who he was, and though he was with the losing side, by his pov erful per- sonality he compelled men to read him, and his fame was national at the end of the war. Chesterton’s next move was a denial of so called prog- ress,” in that fantastical creation — ‘‘ The Napoleon of Not- ting Hill.” It was not, however, until Chesterton published “ Heretics ” that he raised his standard and showed his aver- sion to anything that was narrow, or clannish; to whatever was abstruse or obscure; his motto seems to be “let every man stand forth in the fight, and if his doctrines or theories can resist the attacks of critics — such as Chesterton — well and good, for then they are orthodox, but if they cannot, the authors are heretics and are ostracised.” It is some years since the publication of “ Heretics,” an astonishing book, in which with the liberty of a free-lance he showed keenly and persuasively his total disagreement or doubting compliance with things in general as they exist to- day. The book appears to the reader who endeavors to grasp its purport, to be directed in its attack against the notion, that men’s attitude toward the universe is great or small only in the relation which this position bears to the expressive grace of its delineation. This work which delights the cul- tivated, and reasoning mind, says plainly, “ the one most im- 20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL portant thing in a man is his philosophy, and many promi- nent philosophers are dangerously wrong.” There has been too much levity Mr. Chesterton thinks in the treatment of philosophy. The men of the day seem to fear the infinite and the absolute. Is the finite and the rela- tive any more clear to them? With one universal voice the “ high brows ” of the day deny the existence of the absolute ; or, if it has existence it will be unknowable forever. Mr. Chesterton asks with the persistency of a Socratian, “ What do you mean? Explain yourself?” But they cannot explain, and as no conclusive proof of their high-sounding dictums are forthcoming, Mr. Chesterton with the straightforward- ness of conviction of the truth of his words sets down these bombastic, unstable thinkers as mere heretics, who are ever struggling to maintain their equilibrium in a chimerical world of their own creation. Rudyard Kipling, who is among those denominated as iconoclasts,” is a heretic because of his Militarism. Bernard Shaw is a heretic because he lacks the faculty of idealization ; in his preface to his critique of Shaw he claims that the peo- ple agree with Shaw because they cannot understand him; while he says emphatically that he only understands Shaw, and still does not agree with him. Mr. Chesterton seems to have a firm conviction of the dis- tinction between right and wrong; there are several ways of viewing the world, either in relief or in perspective, or as it is. Perhaps there is truth in what has been said by one of Chesterton’s critics, viz., that : “ He has given us old say- ings in new garbs.” We wonder, too, notwithstanding the originality and terse- ness in style whether the thought is as original; have we heard these things before, if we have, we have not heard them in this way for a certainty. Chesterton, a master of the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 paradox, is genially caustic, and entertainingly critical; he has reduced, what others have propounded in pamphlets, to an epigram. As from time to time one man has borrowed from another, and as Solomon declared “ there was nothing new under the sun,” we seem to find many things in Ches- terton which have been set forth by others, but we must admit that never have we seen them in so agreeable or strange a dress. Mr. Chesterton displays an optimistic sense of romance, which Dickens in his portrayal of the meanest or lowest character always showed; Chesterton, like Dickens, loves the world at large. In “ Heretics,” Chesterton attacked the philosophy of oth- ers; his own is contained in “Orthodoxy,” here he confesses his faith in the Christianity of the Apostles’ Creed, and we find the book replete with surprising thought boldly expressed. “ Orthodoxy ” in our opinion is the most representative book which has come from Chesterton’s pen; it shows the man’s style at its best; it gives ample examples of his peculiar method of expression; and beyond all else it gives his creed; his life in so far as his different stages of belief have affected it. In “ Orthodoxy ” we find Chesterton endeavoring to im- prove on that which he condemned in “ Heretics ” and it is a profound study, of which many do not see the philosophi- cal purport, in so far as it relates how a man, mostly through his own reasoning and theorizing on the different social and religious conditions of the day, dealt with the deeper mys- teries and found the answer — God. If Chesterton were a Catholic, he could not have given a better apology of Christianity to the world, or in a more popular or truthful way defended Scholastic Philosophy. “ Orthodoxy ” is not a book containing new theories, but a book of proven truths, and though we would not call it re- ligious, it is philosophical from beginning to end. 22 THE LOYOEA ANNUAL Chesterton considers that today the thinkers are too scien- tific— there is not enough healthy idealism; they do not pay enough attention to the spiritual in illustrating principles, but would explain all by mental analysis, which as all followers of the truth know is inadequate. Chesterton’s critical study of Dickens is undoubtedly his best piece of critical literature. Chesterton criticises Dick- ens in a manner peculiarly his own, and though we find the ever-present paradox, and epigram — without which we could not have “ Chesterton he has made a sincere effort to por- tray Dickens as he was, not commonplace as some would have him, nor yet divine. In reading this study ' of Dickens we feel with every page we read that the critic is in sym- pathy with the author, and in it we find Chesterton more in the role of an interpreter, explaining things to our satisfac- tion or amusement; rather than as a critic continually dis- agreeing with the writer. The poems of Chesterton are many and varied in their themes, and more remarkable for boldness of expression and strength of diction, than for metrical rhythm. The poem, “A Christmas Carol,” is true in its sweet significance; strange and strong is the following stanza from “ The Ancient of Days:” “ A staring doll’s-house shoves to him Green floors and starry rafter. And many-coloured graven dolls Live for his lonely laughter. The dolls have crowns and aureoles. Helmets and horns and wings. For they are the saints and seraphim. The prophets and the kings.” So much has already been said regarding Chesterton’s pe- culiar use of words, which are mostly monosyllabic, that we THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 23 reread his sentences for the mere sake of noticing the ease v 7ith which he writes. His phrases are clear and easy, al- most laconic; there is a pleasing terseness and concreteness in his manner of expression; what strikes us most and causes us often to revert to it, is the fact that matters deep in their significance, or profound in the principles the} would incul- cate, or again flippantly paradoxical in their meaning, can be expressed in such simple words and phrases. The reason people think Chesterton insincere, is from the fact, that he has easily overcome those very difficulties which they themselves find so hard to reconcile with modern modes of thought and expression. In reading “ All Things Considered,” a series of thirty-five short essays on different topics none of which are connected in any way, and some of which individually give one the im- pression of being mere jottings, our interest is held through- out; we read them with a relish and appreciation of the con- summate power of the man, for it seems that he has worked his personality into the lines and we read not mere words, but rather seem to listen to him speaking, in such a pleasing and conversational style are his subjects treated. He has hit upon the very point in literature which makes it palatable, and worthy of consideration, viz., the power to present a sub- ject or idea in a vivid and intellectual manner, which is the keystone of the literary art. His essays are bright, sincere, witty and above all enthusiastic, for this is a marked faculty of the man, that no matter what his subject is, whether it be the eccentric course of a recreant head-piece across a crowded thoroughfare, or a search into the subtleties of the metaphysical world, he is always enrapt with his theme and its paradoxical treatment. Though we think that at present the works of Chesterton are not fully appreciated in their material, philosophical and 24 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL religious significance, we feel confident that the influence which he and such honest thinkers as himself should have will be finally felt. For, such men as are now, ever and anon placing before the world new and untenable theories, which if put into practice would bring nothing but dissension, and destruction in their wake, should have so firm and true a man for their opponent as Chesterton. Openness is his distin- guishing quality, and he believes that it is better to hold to an old and well-tried doctrine, rather than to evolve a new theory, such as the Pragmatic, which not only is contrary to the dictates of right reason, but is in itself contradictory. With characteristic stubbornness the philosophers of the day treat dogmatism as a thing of the past, as medieval and too ancient and worthless for the so called height to which mod- ern philosophy has reached ; but in “ Orthodoxy ” we find Chesterton making dogma the bulwark of belief. If the day comes when Chesterton is recognized and valued at his full worth, it will bring a change in the materialistic tendency in the world, for being popular in their expressions such books have none of the dryness of a philosophical treat- ise, and still inculcate sound principles and promote true doc- trine. Men like Shaw, Wells and Lowell, are wrong, but they have written in a popular way, too, and people drink in their theories without reverting to the disastrous results they would have if put into practice. With the reading of Chesterton, we will have immediately, we do not say a bet- ter world, but at least a more thoughtful world, and with proper regard for substantial facts deduced from the applica- tion of tried hypotheses, we shall have eventually a reason- ing world. A world that will know the reason why it acts in one way rather than in another; that considers the con- sequence that is likely to follow from this or that conduct. This is what all honest men who are Christian in the true THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 25 sense of the word hope for, and Chesterton in publishing “ Heretics ” and “ Orthodoxy ” has initiated a movement to- v ards this end, which will make his name, if not famous, remembered at least years hence. Cyril A. Keller, ’10. (Urtnlrt. Love while ye may. Smile while ye strive. In Life’s short stay Love while ye may; A kind word say. Help others thrive. Love while ye may. Smile while ye thrive. Edwin B. Kelly, ’10. 26 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ©mn ptrturFB “ With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then And newborn baby died; But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory.” — Southey. It is a simple country scene, such as is typical of the eastern part of this country. It has no especial grandeur and little of the sublime, except that sublimity which always belongs to the beautiful. It consists of a field of waving corn, ripe and golden; a long succession of gentle slopes clothed in the deep green of late summer; a clump of woods that casts a pleasing shade upon one side of a plowed field; a hazy chain of mountains melting away in the distance, and in the immediate foreground a road, a white barn and a small house partly covered with a creeping plant that makes it picturesque instead of bare, and homelike instead of squalid. Over the whole prospect the sun sheds a mellow light that glorifies each object it touches. There is a certain fascina- tion which the setting sun possesses, not so much in itself as in the tone which it imparts to the scene before it. It is necessary to look with the sun; that is, to face the East, upon which it is pouring out its magic treasure. The most commonplace view assumes a certain charm when it lies bathed in the radiance of the dying orb. At noon every- thing is of one color, or rather everything is swallow’ed up in one blinding glare that reduces everything to a monoto- nous glow of brightness. At evening, when the sun shines THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 27 less vividly, it has not this harshness, but gives just enough light and of such an exquisite quality to bring out every delicate shade of color that nature possesses, to contrast them and to unite them in an ineffable softness that lies upon the scene like the incarnation of beauty. This is just the effect that the setting sun produces upon the scene we are describing. The green and gold of the ripe corn takes on almost regal state, the verdant slopes become fairy meads, the darker shade of green of the woods becomes as refresh- ing to the eye as a cup of water to the thirsty traveler, and the faraway mountains assume a multitude of hues and shapes all enveloped in a mist of distant pearls. In the house itself and its environs we find the most pleas- ing part of the view before us. A thin wreath of blue smoke rises gracefully from the vine-clad chimney and speaks of homelike cheer and hospitality. The setting sun transforms the few windows into panes of pure and glowing crimson. But above all is to be noticed the group on a knoll in front of the homestead. An old man sits there enjoying the tran- quil evening of life and looking with pleasure on a group of several little children that are playing and chattering around him. These two extremes of life present what has been called “ the touching spectacle of two weaknesses rely- ing upon each other for support.” The children are clus- tered around their grandfather with implicit confidence, while he takes delight in the innocent joy of their existence and smiles at these flowers of summer. At the door of the house stands their mother, stealing a moment from some v ork within to cast an affectionate glance at grandsire and babes. And all this is transfigured by the setting sun, steeped, as it were, in the transcendent beauty of nature. This is peace. Suddenly the grandfather lifts his head, and shading his eyes with his hand gazes intently at the long, rippling corn. He has descried a distant gleam that seems to rise and fall 28 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL with an undulating motion. It comes nearer and the golden green of the corn slowly gives way to the glint of steel. At the same time he hears from the opposite direction a dull, muffled sound that approaches by the road. Now he per- ceives in alarm that the glint of steel is from long files of men with bayonets, v ho advance remorselessly through the corn, trampling down nature’s handiwork and coming ever clos er and closer. The distant noise becomes the clattering of hoofs, a cloud of dust appears, and a squadron of grey- clad horsemen comes galloping up, wheeling round and halt- ing before the barn. With a cry of terror the old man gathers in the rosy children and, assisted by his daughter, makes for the shelter of the cottage. They disappear within, look- ing back in dismay at the long blue ranks that are emerg- ing from the ruined corn and deploying on the level field. The next moment the grey cavalry is in motion and at full speed sweeps down upon the steady line. A flame darts across its front, the reports of many rifles ring out together, and the head of the grey column is swept away like grass before the scythe. Their leader, scarcely more than a boy, rolls from his saddle and lies there with a deep purple mark upon his forehead, to be mangled by the hoofs of his own troop. Again the blue infantry belches forth destruction, again the grey column withers away, and then the rest of the squadron is upon the enemy. The infantry break be- fore the shock; they go down beneath the foaming steeds of the assailants. With hoof, sabre and revolver the grey cavalry annihilate their foes. All is death and destruction. The enraged shouts of the combatants are mingled with the shrieks of the fallen, trampled beneath horses and torn open by bayonets that no longer glitter in the sun, but are stained a deep, dull red. The cavalry fight like madmen, but they are outnumbered three to one; soon a few scattered horse- men emerge from the melee alive and spur their horses in flight, followed by the scattered shots of the victors. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 29 The sun sets upon the scene o£ carnage in a sky that seems drenched in blood. With the coming of night clouds gather upon the horizon and the roll of thunder becomes louder and louder. Vivid flashes of lightning disclose tangled heaps of horses and men, blue and grey clad forms stiffened in mor- tal hatred, and distorted faces upturned with sightless eyes to the wild fury of the elements. A single vulture, fright- ened by the peals of thunder, hovers low upon the field and can hardly be kept from its horrid feast by the strong in- stinct of fear. Then another flame than that of the light- ning appears, a steady glare begins to blaze up and soon the whole scene is made as light as day. The house is en- veloped in a mass of seething fire. The battlefield is dis- closed in all its gruesome details, and the light falls full and strong upon the knoll close to the house. Here is a group of children in intense and speechless terror, one clinging to the bleeding bosom of a corpse. The grandfather feebly supports his lifeless daughter, and with one trembling hand raised to heaven curses the stray bullet that pierced her heart and showers awful imprecations upon the combatants, living and dead. For a while this group is outlined in black against the red of fire, and then the flame flickers, dies down and smolders among the blackened rafters. The lightning is gone, the thunder has ceased, the old m.an’s voice is still, and there is naught but silence and darkness and desolation. This is war. Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. 30 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A ICtlg, A ©ubf anb A ES, I suppose it may be possible,’’ remarked the little old professor, critically holding up his pince-nez be- tween himself and the light, “ but I must confess that it is an entirely new phase of psychology, and I cannot therefore vouch for the results. Up to the present time the annals of the Lithian Society of Psychic Research shows no similar case, though I repeat, sir, it is by no means impossible.” Here the delver in mysteries paused, and, having polished his glasses to his complete satisfaction, he set them upon his beak-like nose and looked me up and down carefully. My appearance evidently seemed to satisfy him, for he arose abruptly and waved a dismissal. “ I will be there tomorrow evening at seven. ’Tis a very strange case you have, sir, a very strange one,” and with one more searching glance at my face, as though to see if I were really in earnest, the man of mystery deliberately turned and went into another room. There was small need that the professor should have doubted my earnestness or the truth of the tale I had brought him; I was never more serious in my life. I was not a disciple of clairvoyance; I did not even profess to believe in it, and had only turned to it in my extremity as a last resort, hop- ing against hope that it would solve the mystery that had been puzzling me for the last few weeks and which was fast making me a fit applicant for a lunatic asylum. I am an office man and put in my eight hours daily at the desk, but unlike the rest of my fellow workers I have higher aspirations. Three nights a week I put in at laboratory work in the chemistry room of a well-known college. I THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 31 am usually the only occupant of the laboratory, as most of the students do their work during the day. It was just two weeks ago that the mysterious happen- ings which I have mentioned started. I had gone to the janitor and obtained the keys to the chemistry room, which, as I expected, was deserted. I switched on the lights and went over to my desk, which looked exactly as I had left it at my last visit. When my desk had been assigned to me I had ordered a special lock and key of very intricate pattern; I mention this fact to show how impossible it was for anyone to gain access to it, and yet someone, or perhaps I had better say something, for the incident was uncanny, to say the least, had been getting in there, for when I opened my desk drawer on that night of v hich I speak I found lying there on top of a litter of test tubes, beakers, crucibles and other chemistry paraphernalia a full-blown, newly plucked lily. On that first night that I found the Easter lily I passed over the incident, thinking that some one of the day scholars had put it there for the sake of a joke. So I dismissed the matter from my mind and gave myself up to a hard even- ing’s labor. The next night, however, when I found another lily in my desk I began to get annoyed, for I hardly relished the knowl- edge that my possessions were being tampered with, and so I took the only course open to put a stop to it ; I complained to the college authorities. On the third night I went to the professor of chemistry before entering the chemistry room, and he assured me that not one of his pupils had so much as been near my desk, and yet when I opened the desk there lay a newly plucked lily as before. It was at this point that my annoyance began to turn into something akin to fear and I determined at all hazards to sift the matter to the bottom and prevent them or it from again putting the lily in my desk. Accordingly, I went out 32 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and procured the heaviest lock and chain I could find; I also purchased a stick of sealing wax. These I put on the drav er, placing the wax in such a manner that it would be impossible for any human agency to gain entrance to the desk without breaking the seal. And yet on my next visit there lay another lily, and, to make matters worse, the lock and seal were intact. I now began to get worried in earnest. As long as I thought the lily got there by human agency I did not worry; but when the supernatural began to play pranks upon me it got upon my nerves. I commenced to see lilies everywhere. Lilies were in my thoughts by day and legions of them pursued me in my dreams. I was thoroughly convinced by this time that the lilies had gotten in their unusual place by some supernatural means. In fact, it seemed impossible that they could have gotten there in any other way. Acting on this theory, I had visited the spiritualist and engaged him to come and use his powers to solve the mystery. The night before the professor came I had used every means in my power to make the desk secure, and as a par- ticular precaution had driven a tenpenny nail through the side of the desk and into the drawer, and then carefully covered up the head so that it could not be seen what was keeping the drawer closed. I reached the laboratory about ten minutes in advance of the professor and found all my locks and seals intact, and yet something told me that there was a lily in that drawer. I determined then and there if the mystery were not solved tonight I would give up my course at the college, for I had not bargained for a course in spiritualism as a side study to my chemistry. It was not long ere the professor put in his appearance. He examined the exterior of the drawer carefully, and made sure that the lock and seals had not been tampered with. I THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 33 think that the good professor was more surprised than he cared to own when, on opening the drawer, he discovered, just as I had warned him, a spotless lily. However, he put on a wise look as though finding lilies in locked and bolted desks were an every-day occurrence. He hemmed and hawed a few minutes and then drew from under his coat a long, curiously shaped test tube, for he explained that the apparatus used in invoking the spirits must always be congenial to the surroundings. Into this tube the professor put some black powder and on this poured a vial of green liquid. Soon fumes of peculiar color and of a suf- focating odor began to fill the laboratory, through which I could indistinctly see the professor making fantistic gestures over the concoction in the test tube. When he had invoked enough to satisfy any reasonable spirit, he determined to go off on another tack. In the pause that ensued, the silence of the laboratory was broken by a muf- fled, though very human, giggle, coming, as it seemed, directly out of the floor beneath us. On investigation, the very dirty piece of humanity I dragged from beneath a seat proved to be the janitor’s son, who possessed a somewhat warped sense of humor, which he was now giving vent to at our expense. He confessed that he had placed the relics in the drawer. My desk was joined to the wall, through which it seems, at some previous time, an opening had been cut, from one room to the other, so that the lad had been able to reach through from the other room and place the flower in my desk, thus, doubtless affording himself much amusement, which I must confess I was unable to appreciate. Needless to say, the professor did not continue his smiling, in fact, he took it as a personal insult, that he had not been allowed to solve the mystery with spiritual assistance. 3 F. H. Linthicum, ’12. 34 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL l iatoatija in (Salbrg. Forth upon the crowded trolley, On the bouncing, jerking trolley, Down into the theatre district — To the jammed theatre district — Hiawatha went to visit. Went a theatre to visit; Went to pass a quiet evening, W ent to pass a pleasant evening. And to see a play, “ The Critic,” See the splendid, scrumptious “ Critic.” Bravely Hiawatha v itnessed The enormous crowd that waited. And they jostled Hiawatha, Squeezed and jammed poor Hiav atha; He could not get near the office. Nowhere near the ticket office. Where the people crowding thickest. Shouting out their orders loudly. Quite bewildered Hiawatha — Vexed and fretted Hiawatha. Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Grew the crowd about our hero; Ever closer, closer, closer Grew the atmosphere oppressive. Still poor Hiawatha waited — Very patiently he waited Till the show was nearly over. Till his wrath was boiling over. Homeward then he strode in anger — THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 35 Strode in deep and darksome anger. Reached at last his anxious “ wifey.” Spake he then in voice of thunder: “ By the nose of Mudjekeewis! By the beard of old Nokomis! I will kill the fiery serpents — The Kenabeck, the great serpents ; I will slay the great Pearl-Feather, Mighty father of magicians; But ril never, no ! I’ll never City theatres go visit. Though they call me Sloangetaha, Call me Strong-Heart, Mahngotaysee, Y et I’ ll never, no ! I’ll never City theatres go visit.” Anthony C. Rolfes, ’13. 36 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 01)] W. (K. MixUm, 3. Father Read Mullan, as he was familiarly known, was a na- tive of Baltimore, and an old Loyola student, first seeing the light of day in this city on January 28, 1860, and pursuing his studies at Loyola from 1874 to 1877. At this time he en- tered the society of which he was destined to be so great an ornament, and was ordained priest by His Eminence Cardinal Gibbons in December, 1890. From this time on Father Mul- lan occupied high positions at Fordham University, Holy Cross College and Georgetown University, and held the office of President of Boston College for five years. On August 20, 1907, he was assigned to the Rectorship of Loyola, but was not destined to grace for a long period the office to which his natural inclinations must have drawn him. For six months Fr. Mullan exercised his new duties with a grace, dignity, kindliness and sympathy for which he was universally noted. Nor were these the only qualities which marked his incumbency at Loyola. It was easy to see that the hand of a master pilot was at the helm, and his executive ability and progressiveness manifested itself in every depart- ment of college activities. We who had the good fortune to be students at Loyola while Fr. Mullan was Rector — we who listened with interest to his lectures in Christian Doctrine will not soon forget his kindly voice, his calm, peaceful counte- nance, the words of inspiration and counsel which fell from his lips. We deem it a privilege to have been associated for even so short — yes, too short a time — with this “man of men.’ May Fr. Mullan find everlasting rest in that hallowed re- gion to which his noble soul has taken its last journey! John H. Briscoe, ’10. THE REVEREND V . G, READ MULLAN, S. J. President of Loyola, 1907 - 1908 . J ..-,•4 -a : i ; -;. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 37 mitii Kmt NE day while Kant, the well-known German philosopher, was taking his “ constitutional ” over the roads in the vicinity of Konigsberg, he was waylaid by a lunatic who fol- lowed him for three miles with the intention of killing him. The gentleman from the madhouse was laboring under the hallucination that it was his duty to kill someone. After some cerebration, however, he finally decided that it would be a pity to kill a poor old professor with so many sins upon his head, and killed an innocent child instead. Now this was, of course, very shocking, but it is not my intention to dwell upon that feature of the story, but to endeavor to find out which one of the madman’s alternative acts our friend Kant, to be consistent with his own theories, would have approved as a good act. That would seem to be an easy task, and such it will indeed prove to be, but in a manner entirely different from that anticipated. Let us accompany our good friend Immanuel Kant through the forests and jungles of Human Being while he seeks to entrap that most elusive beast, the Good Man. Let us see what kind of traps and bait he will use in his attempt to en- snare this rare and curious creature, and what devices he will condemn as useless for obtaining that end. Let us then see what success he will have with the traps and snares which he sets. We are told by our guide, that to catch the Good Man, we must not bait our traps with natural inclinations, because this strange creature will not be enticed by such dainties. He never lets his natural inclinations sway him to action. If he wishes to do his friend a benefit, he smothers those natural feelings of benevolence and brotherly love which arise in his 38 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL breast, because if he acted through these motives, his act would lack moral worth. So that kind of bait is useless, and will only cause the Good Man to scamper away, once he gets a whiff of it. “ It is a duty,” Herr Kant tells us, “ to maintain one’s life ; and in addition, every one has also a direct inclina- tion to do so. But on this account the often anxious care which most men take for it has no intrinsic worth. To be beneficent when we can is a duty, and besides this, there are many minds so sympathetically constituted that, without any other motive of vanity or self-interest, they find a pleas- ure in spreading joy around them, and can take delight in the satisfaction of others, so far as it is their own work. But I maintain that in such a case an action of this kind, however proper, however amiable it may be, has nevertheless no true moral worth.” Our guide also warns us against baiting our snares with an incentive to act because of the influence of any will but the will of the Good Man himself. He tells us that we will not even catch sight of the Good Man if we do that. No, we must lure on this curious beast by baiting our traps with the impulse to act under the influence of its own will alone ; that is, the impulse to act from duty. This is the only way, we are told, by which we can ever hope to catch a glimpse of that rare and curious creature, the Good Man. Our guide informs us that the only bait at which the Good Man will not turn up its nose, if it has such a thing, is this dainty tid-bit: Act only on that maxim [principle] whereby thou cans’t at the same time will that it should become a universal law.” This sounds very well indeed, and we prepare to follow our guide into the tall timber of Everyday Life Forest and watch him catch a Good Man with this wonderfully tempting bait. But just as we are all anticipation, our hopes are rudely shat- tered by the announcement that although this is the only right kind of bait to use, still it is utterly useless to attempt to catch a Good Man, as one has never been known to even nibble at THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 39 this bait. We listen in open-mouthed astonishment while our g ide, in whom we are now losing faith rapidly, gives vent to these remarkable words : “ If we attend to the experience of men’s conduct, we meet frequent and, as we sometimes allow, just complaints that we cannot find a single certain example of the disposition to act from duty. In fact, it is abso- lutely impossible to make out by experience with complete cer- tainty a single case in which the maxim [principle] of an action, however right in itself, rested simply on moral grounds and on the conception of duty.” Truly astounding words! Then farewell. Good Man, whom, according to Herr Kant, we have never seen and never shall see! From what has been said it may easily be seen which of the lunatic’s acts our friend Kant, to be consistent with his own teachings, should praise, and which he should blame. He should heap all sorts of execrations upon the madman’s head, (i. e., considering him responsible for his action) or at least treat him with silent contempt, for having abandoned his at- tempt upon Kant’s life, because his motive for doing so was a personal motive of pity, and hence the action was not moral. On the other hand, he must, to be consistent again, give all praise to the lunatic for his action in killing the child, because this action, however misguided it was in our eyes, was prompted by a sense of duty, and hence was moral. Oh wondrous system of philosophy! And to think that such nonsensical theories can be held and taught as extensively as they are today in our colleges and universities! O tem- pora! and also and especially O mores! How so? Thus: According to Herr Kant, if the lunatic could, without practical contradiction, will every other lunatic to kill one innocent person, his will would become an universal law. There is no difficulty about the lunatic having such a will. He need not remain innocent himself and so could es- cape death. Other lunatics might also avoid innocence, if they thought life worth living. j. h. T. Briscoe, ’10. 40 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Mniitv. tT was a bright summer evening as I sat on the broad veranda looking out over the Shenandoah Valley. Aunt Ruth had been telling me some of her experiences during the Civil V ar — stories of which I never grew tired. As I sat there, watching the glories of a beautiful sunset, I could not help thinking that the scene before me, which was now so peaceful and quiet, had been the battleground of many of the fiercest struggles of the Civil War, that the fields which stretched for miles and miles, now a veritable fairy land, had drunk the blood of countless heroes. It was hallowed ground, “ doubly hallowed by the fallen heroes who wore the Gray and by those who wore the Blue, sacred to all of us, rich with me mories that make us purer and stronger and better, silent but staunch witnesses of the matchless valor of Ameri- can hearts and the deathless glory of American arms.” But as I turned and my eyes fell upon the stately form of Aunt Ruth with her snow-white hair and beautiful, kind old face, lit up with the rays of the setting sun, I felt that I was in the presence of a living heroine, greater by far than the bravest hero who ever went forth upon a field of battle. (I could not help thinking, as I gazed upon her as she sat beside me quietly knitting, a picture that would have been the envy of any painter, that she was indeed an ideal heroine.) Numberless volumes have glorified the heroes of history. Numberless tongues have uttered the praises of patriots like Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon and Washington. The soldiers of the Civil V ar are the theme of historians and poets of the present day. But what praise is given to her, this un- known heroine of the Lost Cause? V hat place is allotted THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 41 to her in the pages of history? The world indeed knows little of her, of her hardships, her trials and privations, her undying love and unselfish devotion to the land of her child- hood. Yet at the very outbreak of the war, when her country called the men to arms, it was she who gave up without a murmur all that was most dear to her. She encouraged her husband, her sons and her brothers in their determination to fight for their rights. Without a sign of that inward fear and terror that was tearing at her very heart-strings, she sent them to the field of battle. While the armies of the North and South were waging one of the bloodiest wars that has ever been fought on land or sea, she too was laboring incessantly. She gave all that she possessed to the Confederate States. Under the burning rays of the midday sun, she tilled the field. The loom and the needle she kept busy day and night. Her own home she turned into a hospital, and with all the tenderness and love of a mother, she nursed the sick, the wounded and the dying soldiers of the North as well as the South. She defended, even at the risk of her life, the soldier in Gray and stood silently, yet with a breaking heart, as the enemy burned and destroyed her home. Imagine, then, if you can, the intense suffering and the heroic, self-sacrificing patriotism of this daughter of the South. Imagine her’ grief as she saw her dear ones go off to battle. As month upon month passed by, think how her sufferings grew infinitely greater. Where were those she loved dearer than life? Perhaps they had been cut down in the heat of battle and amid the roar of the cannon, and their bones lay bleaching on the field. Silence, oblivion, like the waves, had passed over them and no one could tell the story of their end. What prayers were offered up at the deserted fireside! How often did she, the mother, the wife, the sister, pore over the 42 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL daily news to catch some slight knowledge of her soldier in Gray ! “ How did expectation darken into anxiety — anxiety into dread — dread into despair ! ” And when at last the martial music was silent, and the conquered banner furled, the soldier who has survived those long years of carnage and bloodshed returns to find smol- dering ruins marking the spot where his home had stood. “ Think of him as ragged, half-starved, heavy-hearted, en- feebled by want and wounds, having fought to exhaustion, he surrenders his gun, wrings the hand of his comrades in silence, and lifting his tear-stained and pallid face to the graves that dot the old Virginia fields, pulls his gray cap over his brow and begins his slow and painful journey.’’ But she, with joyful tears, is waiting to welcome him in his sor- row and assist him in his toils. Surely God, Who had stripped her of her prosperity, inspired her in her adversity. She has endured, without a murmur, untold sufferings and many a time she has risked her life — all this and more has she done for her native land. Surely she is a patriot of pa- triots — an ideal heroine. All this has she done without the faintest hope or desire of praise and glory and without reward, for there was none to give, except the love of those for whom she suffered and the satisfaction of knowing that she had done all in her power for those she loved so well. But a summons to dinner awakened me from my reverie. I assisted dear old Aunt Ruth to rise, and helped her into the house. As we walked quietly to dinner, I thought that all this was but a life history of only one of those loyal daughters of the Confederacy, and that she was but one of the countless women who had proved themselves true hero- ines in the Army of the South, and I breathed a silent prayer that the God of Battles, Who directs all things aright, might reward her. V. J. Brown, Jr., ’10. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 43 Jtftg f MtnmuxhB. (The Year’s Literary Jubilarians.) T N studying the biographies of great men we cannot but be impressed by a strange fact; only one was great at his birth, and He was the God man. Others have risen to glory, have attained success and have been honored at death, but in vain do we search for those who were personally famous at the time of their birth. And so it is that on the fiftieth anniversary of their deaths, when the world about us is so much occupied in commer- cial pursuits and when the dignity of literature seems to be giving place to scientific hypotheses, that we are sum- moned from the din of the busy day to pay homage to men whose memories have withstood the test of time. Men and nations have risen, have fallen and are heard of no more. Many have done great deeds during life, and the course of time has erased their names from human minds. But Macaulay and Leigh Hunt, Prescott and Irving have reared for themselves monuments which the flight of years seems not to have defaced. They have lived, they have died, and they live again, not only in their own works, but in the memory of the people. Even now, fifty years since their deaths, we are called upon to pay tribute to them who in spirit are still among us: Macaulay, the essayist and his- torian, whose works portray the wide, if not accurate, learn- ing and classic style of the author; Leigh Hunt, whose essays and poems show forth the writer as a man of uncommon tal- ent; Prescott, the historian, and Irving, whose easy and flow- ing style characterizes his writings with that clearness so essential to all forms of literature. Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12. 44 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL fKaraulag TN the first part of the nineteenth century there was no author whose works caused such widespread enthusiasm and popularity as those of Macaulay. He is often given the title “ historian,” which was first attributed to him when his great work, “ The History of England,” was published. Undoubt- edly the work is a worthy one, but it is not worthy the name history. Throughout the author gave way to his great weak- ness, the sacrificing of truth for beauty. In this, as in all his works, he shows his love for action, and this love caused him to exaggerate greatly when speaking of various his- torical personages. The fascinating style and the movement shown throughout the work have made it a marked success, but it is universally admitted to have but little value as a history. The foilov;ing is an old-time criticism given by the Blackwood Magazine : “ Everybody reads — everybody admires — but nobody believes in Mr. Macaulay. This, which is perhaps the most brilliant of all histories, seems about the least reliable of any.” Macaulay’s essays, as his history, sprang into wonderful prominence from their first appearance. In these we find that which is severely scored by many critics — “ common- placeness of ideas, cheapness of sentiment and imagery.” But doubt that they would succeed was never entertained, for besides his fascinating style and the action and movement contained in all his writing, Macaulay in his essays achieved much by his frequent allusions to the great personages and events of history. “ His essays are as good as a library.” As a poet Macaulay’s fame is not great, and the best critics have spoken against him. But regardless of all adverse criti- cism w e must admit that they have that strange, fascinating, compelling power which all his writings contain and which has given them such popularity. Miss Elizabeth Browning THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 45 wrote in her letters, “ I very much admire Mr. Macaulay and could scarcely read his ballads and keep lying down. They seemed to draw me up to my feet, as the mesmeric powers are said to do.” Such testimony from so capable a critic is to be highly valued. Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12. ICptyb ffiunt. T N the literary world Leigh Hunt is regarded as one of the most delightful of the English essayists and poets. His works won him popularity, and as a consequence he gained admittance into the highest literary circles of the English world. His acquaintances, such as Keats and Shelley, were the most eminent literati of his time. And these did much to assist him in his occupation. Perhaps his greatest work is the “ Story of Rimine.” The literary excellences that pervade this poem had produced a great effect. The secret of his success consisted in the ex- quisiteness of his taste. Throughout this precious gem of literaure prevails a free, cheerful, animated spirit, though the subject itself is of a tragic nature. His poetry is said to pos- sess “ brightness, animation, artistic symmetry and metrical harmony which left the author out of the rank of minor poets.” In his literary career he was very active, and produced many other compositions of the highest value. His success was greatly augmented by the volumes he put forth in his later years. Perhaps the best among them are the companion books, “ Imagination and Fancy ” and “ Wit and Humor.” Then also there are the narrative poems called Stories in Verse.” In these he manifests a great pictorial faculty, bringing to light beauties unexpected by the reader. In general, all his writings are splendid and afford much 46 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL pleasure, though on subjects of little or no importance. It is a relief to read him after burdening the mind with heavy subject-matter. His works are written in a light vein, “ gaiety and sprightliness of manners producing immediate fascination and intoxication in those who come in contact with him.” But a very captivating effect that stands out prominently in all his writings, is the manifestation of that noble nature of his. In all places, we find him full of kind- ness, love, and gentleness. He never shows any evidence of regret for his misfortunes. This trait, we believe, was greatly the cause of his success. F. F. Rose, ’12. Prfsrott. HERE have been few authors who were forced to strug- gle against so many and so great difficulties as Pres- cott. Before leaving college he met with an accident which resulted in the loss of an eye. This defect would seem to be a sufficient reason to prevent the historian from entering upon a literary career, especially since his paternal estate could easily afford him a comfortable living; but it was not sufficient for Prescott. His aim was, “ To follov knowledge like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought,” and win for himself a place among the immortal authors, poets and statesmen. As an historian, Prescott ranks among the first of his coun- try. He wrote a history not according to his ow n convic- tions, religious feelings, or sympathies, not to court the friendships or favors of the people, but one proven by facts, well-founded documents. Throughout his works reliability seems to be the predominant feature. He knew that truth- fulness was the only path to permanent success and this he pursued with untiring energy. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 47 Many historians, owing to untruthfulness and prejudice, have failed to reach the fame which they might otherwise have attained. They proved themselves traitors to the con- fidence placed in them, by trying to veil over with beauty of style a corrupt and biased work. Prescott, throughout his historical productions, presents his characters with excellent taste and skill while his discrip- tions are vivid and picturesque. His “ Conquest of Mexico ’’ reads more like a novel than a history. Cortes, the princi- pal character, is so portrayed that you can imagine him stand- ing before you as a bold and resolute character. His descrip- tion of the “ Melancholy Night ” is one of the most striking pieces of tragedy ever rendered by the pen of man. The scenes of conflict are horrifying. You are brought to view a struggle between a civilized and a barbarous people, the wild cries of despair of the former mingling with the savage shrieks of the latter renders it a scene not easily forgotten. This work was sufficient to make Prescott’s fame immortal, but all his other works were received with equal admiration by everyone who loved literature. So Prescott’s fame grew with his works until he reached a point of excellence which gave him a great name. He had contemplated many other great works, but his sudden death closed a literary career which left to the world an invaluable legacy of historical literature. John J. Bowens, ’12. Srutng. T T is high praise to say, without affectation, that a man “ was exquisite in all things, a mirror of loyalty, cour- tesy and good taste in all his literary connections, and ex- emplary in all the relations of domestic life which he was 48 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL called upon to assume.” This was said of ' Washington Irv- ing, and with truth. He was truly one of the greatest orna- ments of American literature, to whom all our countrymen can turn with gratitude as having planted the first seeds of a distinctive national style. Irving is always genial, his satire ujiites with gentleness, his sallies are frequent; there is never any bitterness to repel the reader, but a charming combination of seriousness and good humor. Nothing is more varied than his subjects and scenery. The driest material in his hands becomes attractive pictures or stories. We feel his delight in what he portrays. The crea- tures of his brain are real to him, his eyes seem resting on what he describes, so precise, so marvellous is his command of English. There is an undercurrent of poetry in his works, that flows through his prose sincere and beautiful. At times the fancies are rich and sparkling, again calm and subdued, great and simple sentiments join and fascinate us with their grandeur and sweetness. The same poetic feeling runs through his biographies. He leaves to the historian the task of inves- tigation and research, while he draws his characters from the picturesque and romantic. But so faultless is the style, if the records are not strictly in accord with history, that they will be read and enjoyed much longer. From his twenty-year sleep, the meek, good-natured Rip Van Winkle awoke, desolate, unknown and forgotten. The gentle, refined Irving has been sleeping fifty years, but the creations of his genius will live and be cherished for ages. J. F. Russell Jr., ’12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 49 l OR three long days and nights we had been buffeted by the worst gale I have ever experienced. Now there came a lull in the storm — an ominous quiet— then a peculiar change in the sea. The billows v hich the ship had ridden so nobly now changed to a short sea, choppy waves suc- ceeding the heav} swells. The ship would lurch — stop— then lurch again, until it seemed she must part her cables. Sud- denly there was an unearthly shriek, a dull grinding sound of breaking chains, then with a deathlike tremble the vessel parted amiidships. My companion, Tom Brown, had already leaped from the deck for safety. I hesitated a moment before following him, and thereby nearly lost my life. I saw that the sinking ves- sel was forming a suction, and swam with the strength of despair. The swirling whirlpool was gaining upon me. At last it clutched my feet. Now it was at my knees, now my body. At this point I lost consciousness. When I regained - my faculties it was to find myself in the arms of Tom aboard a rude raft. We drifted about for two or three days suffer- ing the most excruciating tortures of hunger and thirst. How- ever, Providence was kind to us, and after another day of untold miseries we were thrown ashore. We fell into a state of lethargy, brought on by mental terror and physical suffering. On coming to we found that we were bound hand and foot and were surrounded by a band of grinning savages. They fed us well, and under our new diet we began to grow very stout. One day I saw Tom led toward a great fire around which the natives danced and chanted wierd dirges. My worst 4 50 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL fears were realized. Tom was to be roasted; we were on the island of man-eating cannibals. The following day I was led toward a great fire built in the same place. A huge caldron of boiling water hung over it. My time was at hand and I was to be boiled alive. Two natives seized me. I felt myself poised in the air for an in- stant. I was let fall, but not into the seething caldron. With a severe jolt I struck terra firma. I turned and saw my exe- cutioners dead at my feet, the natives fleeing in every direc- tion, yelling, “Kiluashai! Kiluashi!” These words I after- words I afterwards learned meant “White slayers.” Suddenly I heard a sharp command in my ov n tongue, “This way! quick! to shelter!” In my blind haste I rushed into the arms of my deliverers, who were none other than my old fellow students at college, “Pat” Gibbon and “Tick” Rogers. We hastened to a secret cave which they had built, and, which contained all the comforts American ingenuity could devise. My first words were to inquire b} what fate we met. “We were in search of the life-giving radium of today,” replied “ Tick,” “ which this island is said to abound in. “ Pat ” and I set out on an expedition of our own. We had been absent for three days, and the crew, having become despond- ent at the failure which att ended their undertaking, and alarmed at our absence, immediately set sail. This is how we came to be here. We were stranded.” “And how did you corne to save me?” I asked. “We were out in search of food and noticed the peculiar actions of the natives. Curiosity drew us near. The rest you know yourself.” “Weren’t you afraid of the natives?” I again asked. “No,” said Rogers, laughing heartily, “that was a little joke of our owm. You see cur food supply at the cave ran low THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 51 and once or twice we ventured out, but as soon as the na- tives spied us they gave chase. After this Tat’ and I put our heads together and thought out a plan by which we might frighten these monsters. We extracted ball and pow- der from the shells and filled them with radium. Its success you have seen; the secret I will tell you later.” But this was not to be. The savages had discovered our hiding place, and fearing to lay hands upon the “ Kiluashai,” determined to kill them in their cave. There was a loud chat- tering overhead, then there was a trembling of the earth — a muffled sound — then tons upon tons of earth filled the exca- vated passages. The natives had overpowered the great ‘‘Kil- uashai,” and I was buried alive. There was a feeling as if a great weight were upon my chest, and were crushing the life from me. I tried to scream. My parched lips opened and closed again without a sound. My breath was coming in short, convulsive gasps. My tem- ples throbbed like a trip-hammer. Now my head seemed to expand till it would burst. Then all began to fade in ob livion. I was losing consciousness. With this thought I pulled my- self together with a superhuman effort and uttered a shriek so piercing that I came to and found myself lost in the wind- ings of my bedsheet upon the floor, the electric light shining in my eyes, and the bedsheet wrapped tightly around my neck. That day was my first day aboard a ship for years and I still felt the rolling motion in my sleep. The jolt I felt upon being dropped by the savages was nothing more than my fall out of bed; the radium, my electric lights (perdition take them), and the suffocation was caused by the bedsheet. It was only another dream; that’s all. J. A. Carey, ’13. 52 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL up Smiling. HAT is a smile? Have you ever considered how easy it is to smile on some occasions, how difficult on others? Have you ever thought what a smile can express — how little, and then again how much? The smiles of some people amount to little or nothing; the smile of others is almost a virtue. The smiles of pleasure, of pity, of scorn, all fade into in- significance when compared to the smile of the man in ad- versity. It is no hard matter for a person to smile when surrounded by luxuries and pleasure or in a moment of victory, but the task is difficult, if weighed down with business cares, when failure comes upon you or when defeat is your lot. It is at such times a man ' s real worth is seen. Is he ready to give up his fight and cower before his adversary or does he sum- mon up new life and “ come up smiling? Such a smile is without equal. It is not the weak smile of pleasure, but the great smile of true manhood and courage, a courage undaunted by setbacks and troubles, a courage which ever urges on. The man with such a smile is striving for success and nothing can halt him in his advance. Again and again he may be downed, but every time he will arise and continue his steady march towards the great goal — success. The power of this smile is wonderful; the good it affects incalculable. Its very presence in a downhearted, defeated group arouses new spirit and provides a stimulus to begin again, to fight against all odds, to gain success. The per- son with this great gift, the power to smile in danger and defeat, is marked as a leader of men — a ruling power — and it all lies in the fact that he can “ come up smiling. Joseph T. Hanlon, ' 12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 53 ©IjF OlarnatinuH (A Contribution from the President of the Alumni.) ITTLE Margery Linden was passionately fond of carna- tions — of red carnations above all. She admired the white carnations, and the dark purple, and still more the pink ; but for the red carnations she had an almost ecstatic liking — one that she could not have defined herself. All she knew was that she felt a sort of thrill in seeing the beautiful red flower, so gay and brilliant, so much enjoying its life, so fragrant, and, with a little attention, living so long. Margery liked roses, too, and many other red Rowers, as well as those that were not red; but for none had she the admiration and affection which she bestowed upon the carnation. In the month of May Margery attended the devotions to the Blessed Virgin at St. Ignatius and noted with particular interest the flowers on the altar. There were many kinds of flowers from day to day — proud roses, red and white — graceful lilies sometimes — and early, old fashioned flowers of the awak- ening gardens — but never carnations. Margery thought to her- self that Our Blessed Lady would like to see there so beauti- ful and sweet a flower as the red carnation. But where was the nosegay of carnations to come from? Margery thought of the carnations often during the day and dreamed of them sometimes at night. As she walked home from school she would sometimes stop in front of the windows of the florists and gaze with pleasure upon the flowers there. When she saw carnations her heart thrilled within her — so much lovelier than those in the markets or sold by the wan- dering dealers along the shopping streets. 54 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Margery’s distress at seeing Our Blessed Lady thus neg- lected was so great that one afternoon before the May devo- tions began she went to the edtar of St. Joseph, and, kneeling before his statue, in the shadow of his kindly face, she offered up a petition. She asked St. Joseph to bring her red carna- tions for the Blessed Virgin’s altar. Then, much comforted, and sure that her prayer would be answered favorably, she went away. As soon as she reached home she went to her mother and said: “Mamma, I should so much like to have a bunch of red carnations for Our Lady’s altar at St. Ignatius. This is the month of May, and although she has had many flowers, no one has yet thought to bring her carnations.” Margery’s mother looked at her in surprise. “ My dear Margery, don’t you know that carnations are now among the most expensive flowers? There was a time — I re- member it well — I was a little girl like you — when for five cents I could have bought an apron full. But it is not so at present. Carnations are sold by the florists at ten cents apiece or a dozen for a dollar. I could not think of paying so much.” Margery’s heart sank; there was no hope — at least, from mamma. She still had confidence, however, in St. Joseph. Mamma continued : “ There is not time to talk about flowers now, dear Margery; for I have a great piece of news for you. Your Aunt Beatrice is coming this evening and will spend the night with us.” Aunt Beatrice! Margery had seen her only once; but re- membered her well. Many times in the family circle were they accustomed to speak of Aunt Beatrice Gray, who, although a widow, was young and handsome and wonderfully rich. She was, in fact, mamma’s youngest sister and lived in splendor in a hotel in New York. “ She is coming for one night only,” continued mamma. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 55 “ A gentleman from New Orleans is to meet her here and they are to go to the opera. He is very wealthy, too, and they do say, Margery, that your Aunt Beatrice may marry again.” Margery heard this without fully comprehending its im- port; marriages to her were not very different from baptisms and even deaths ; they were ceremonies, and people were often a good deal excited over them and usually there were flowers. Flowers v ere in Margery’s mind — carnations, in fact; red carnations ; she could scarcely think of anything else, so hope- ful was she that red carnations would come to her before the end of May for the altar of Our Lady. Aunt Beatrice arrived the next afternoon — a little late — just in time for dinner, in fact. She was youthful, tall and handsome, and greeted Margery with a kiss. Margery had never seen anyone quite so young and beautiful. Toward 8 o’clock one of the servants came to tell Margery that her aunt and the gentleman from New Orleans were leav- ing for the opera; the auto, with its great yellow eyes, was panting impatiently at the door. So Margery ran down and saw her aunt in the act of departing. She wore a wonderful gown and an opera cloak; but what interested Margery most was to see at her waist an enormous bouquet of flowers — red carnations ! Their scent — so sweet, so warm, so spicy, so dove-like — filled the hallway and the drawing room. In the light of the great hall lamp they were gorgeous. Margery’s heart stood still; it seemed almost as if the odor of the glowing, lovely flowers, so loved by her, would take away her breath. Aunt Beatrice, leaving a trail of fragrance behind her, dis- appeared, and Margery went up stairs again, and that night she dreamed of nothing but carnations — red carnations. Next day in school Margery could hardly fix her mind upon her lessons for the memory of the flowers. When she re- 56 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL turned home in the afternoon she found the whole family seated in the big drawing room; Aunt Beatrice was about to leave. Margery was summoned to bid her good bye, and she went in with hesitation and embarrassment. There was her aunt seated by the marble centre table, attired for traveling, and around her all the admiring members of the family. It was a beautiful room — old furniture richly upholstered, costly oil paintings, a lovely carpet; but what instantly attracted the gaze of Margery— fascinated it — was the bouquet of red car- nations in a cut-glass vase on the marble table — the same Aunt Beatrice had worn the evening before. Of all the carnations Margery had ever seen they were the most odorous, the most beautiful. They could be seen now well in the daylight. They lifted their crimson heads proudly, casting a shadow deep into the white marble, and around them, embracing their long stems, were leaves of green. Over the top of the cut-glass vase, with its glittering facets, they seemed to blaze. “ My dear,” said Aunt Beatrice, in a sweet, rather dragging voice, “ kiss me, as I am about to go. And before I go, as I may not see you again for some time, I wish to give you some- thing to remember me by — a present. There must be some- thing that you wish above everything else— something you have often thought you would like to possess, but have not had the money to buy— tell me what it is and you shall have it.” Margery’s mother was looking at her with an expectant smile; they had often talked together of a necklace of real pearls, such as would be most becoming to the little girl. Margery trembled, and, frightened by her mother’s eager look, she turned toward her father. He, too, was smiling; but in the smile there was something of warning and reproof that THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 57 terrified her still more; for he seemed to be saying: “Now is your last opportunity — make no mistake.” He had often said to her that she should have a watch and that he intended to buy her one some day, when times were better. His intense gaze almost hypnotized Margery and she might have said : “ A gold watch,” had she not turned her head away and looked upon her grandmother, whose countenance, beneath her false hair, although it wore a smile, too, looked grim and menacing. Grandma had often said that what Margery needed most was a gold bracelet; should she fail now to take advantage of the chance that fate had so graciously provided? Margery, from her agitated dream was recalled by the voice of Aunt Beatrice. “ Come, speak, Margery — tell me what you wish. Do not be afraid of asking too much. My darling, I will give you willingly whatever you may choose.” The glow of the flowers drew Margery’s eyes away with an irresistible force; there they were — so crimson, so beauti- ful and, as it seemed to her, so happy in their glorious and brief lives; everything in them, joyous and exquisite, culmi- nating now. Their delicious, heavy fragrance, speaking of spice islands far away, filled the room. “ Tell me, Margery — do not be afraid,” said Aunt Beatrice, her soft voice again breaking the stillness. “ The flowers, dear aunt ! The carnations ! Please give them to me,” cried Beatrice, and excitedly, nervously, pointed her fingers to the vase. “ The carnations !” repeated Aunt Beatrice, surprised. Margery’s mother stared in astonishment, as if she could not believe her hearing. Was her little girl out of her mind? Her father’s features were terribly contracted; upon his brow stood thunder. As for grandma, she nodded her head, caus- ing her fringe to twist awry, and exclaimed aghast : ‘‘ Car- nations !” 58 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ I wish the carnations, dear aunt,’’ she said, in a trembling voice and almost in tears. “ The bunch of carnations ! Only that.’’ Her small hands were clasped and she spoke with entreaty. Aunt Beatrice seemed puzzled; but, after a minute, smiling, she said: “ Of course if you wish the carnations they are yours, dear Margery; but I am sorry that you have not asked for some- thing else. I should so like to give you a really handsome present — one worth keeping — to remember me by.” “ The carnations, dear Aunt Beatrice. I wish nothing else. If you say I may take them I shall be happy,” said Margery, advancing eagerly toward the table. Her aunt nodded, smiling while the others sat in conster- nation and bewilderment. In a moment Margery had picked up the flowers, taking them in her arms, wet as their stems were, and had rushed to her aunt to kiss her good bye. Then Margery ran from the room and out of the house. Breathlessly she ran to St. Ignatius’ Church and met the Brother at the door. He greeted her with a smile of surprise. “ What lovely carnations,” he said. “Yes, for Our Lady’s altar. Please place them there im- mediately. I must see how they look. Please, I am so anx- ious.” He took them, wondering at her excitement and haste, and Margery hurried into the church. In a few minutes she saw him come from the sacristy with the flowers in his hand, and around the stems he had tied a creamy satin ribbon. He placed the carnations upon Our Lady’s altar at the feet of the tall and graceful marble statue, so cold and immacu- lately white. There were other flowers there; but none like these. They seemed to bathe the whole altar in a rosy light. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 59 Margery knelt for some minutes in rapt admiration. Then she rose and crossed over to the altar of St. Joseph on the other side, and, kneeling there, thanked him. V alter E. McCann, A. M., ’92. Bells have rung; Late again! Excuse? Ha! stung! Bells have rung; Jug-a-rum? Social men! Belles have wrung; Late again.. Edwin B. Kelly, ’10. 60 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL BOYISH LITERARY ACTIVITY AND AMBITION AT LOYOLA OVER 50 YEARS AGO. In this little “ novel ” some of the students are referred to in a veiled way. It seems to have been done by the writer outside of class on his own account altogether. J. J. R. mariminn. Chapter I. Castle Belvidera, the estate of Baron Macimino, was a noble and ancient old stronghold in one of the countries or prov- inces of Germany that are in the vicinity of the famous Hartz Mountains and Forest. It was situated almost on the verge of the forest, and the first range of hills which helped to form the grand mountains was but a few miles from the castle. No less than four monarchs had declared Belvidera to be the best fortified place of their c ountry, and on rebel- lious occasions, or in times of warfare, they had made it their stronghold and temporary residence. At the present time, it was in an unsafe condition in many places, but it had stood for two centuries and had often been battered by intruders, hence it is not to be wondered that it was going to ruins. Its dark old walls, however, gave it a reverential look, and its antique gables, its iron-barred windows, its heavy turrets and battlements and its nail-studded doors were well calcu- lated to impress the mind of the beholder with admiration, surprise and reverence. A drawbridge which was once mov- able, but had now grown stationary for want of usage, was in front of the main gate, and overarched a moat which was now dry and becovered with v eeds and noxious plants. At THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 61 the southern end of the castle a gracefully planned garden was situated, and its marble terraces and well-leveled par- terres added to the external beauty of the castle. Its in- terior it would require a more experienced hand to describe, therefore let it suffice to say that it resembled most castles of the 11th and 12th centuries, and abounded with trap- doors, donjon-keeps, secret panels, c., c., c. The Baron had been absent on the First Crusade, and at the time our tale opens he was expected to return to his home, therefore everyone within and around the castle was awaiting with expectation the arrival of his liege and protector. It was a beautiful summer evening — the sun had just sunk to rest beneath his golden coverlets, and in the east the mod- est moon peeped blushingly forth from the dusky twilight sky. The birds were singing their evening song, the dew was beginning to shed its gentle showers, and everything combined to make it a beautiful and cheerful evening. The Lady Macimino was seated at the topmost window of the main tower, from which point there was a view of the sur- rounding country. By her side was seated a sweet young girl of some seventeen summers, and at her feet a little boy of about seven years was playfully singing and amusing himself with some toy. “ Mamma,” said he, suddenly starting, “ is not that a horn I heard just now? ” “ Nay, nay, child; ’twas but some fancied sound you heard.” “No; I’m certain I heard some music. Didn’t you, sister? Hush! Listen!” “ The child is right,” ejaculated both, and instantly the mother seized the child, and in utter astonishment at such proceedings he was born off and found himself at the great gate, his mother and sister beside him. We will not describe the salutations that passed, for they are so often told and are 62 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL all of the same tone, that is unnecessary. The peasants from the surrounding country and the neighboring village, the old servants and attendants of the castle and all their offspring and relations — all were there ready to greet their lord ' s return. Their lord, though, was too fatigued to answer all their greetings and bailings, and, anxious to be retired and alone, he entered his mansion, but before doing so he ordered the majordomo to proclaim that “ tomorrow he would give a fete to his subjects which should last from sunrise till sunset, and that he would at the latter part of the day return their greetings, and also that for those who lived a distance from the castle there were ample accommodations within.” This proclamation was hailed with joy, and ac- cordingly the castle and vicinity were in a great bustle till near midnight, when all retired to obtain rest and be strength- ened for the festival of the following day. Chapter II. In order to get into the plot of the tale at once, to relieve the reader from the weariness of long descriptions, and, in fact, in order to be brief, we shall skip over the fete day with all its joy, gaiety, fun, mischief and frolic in general and tell of what followed thereafter. The festival did not break up till late at night, for within the castle the ball was kept in motion long after the outsiders had gone. It was eleven o ' clock ' when all v as silent in the castle, and the Baron was about retiring to his chamber, when he heard a noise outside of the gate. He listened attentively, and at last determined to himself that it was some poor peasant who had been left behind and wished admission. He called for an attendant, but received no answer, for everyone, in- cluding the majordomo himself, had been filling with wine all day and therefore they were too fast asleep to be easily THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 63 awoke. Not wishing to arouse the whole castle, he therefore resolved to unbar the doors and gate himself and admit the wanderer. Seizing a stout sword, he cautiously proceeded to the main hall and after unbarring three massive doors he was at last at the gate. He still heard the noise, and could not account for it, as it nov seemed to be further from the castle. The light of the moon was sufficient to show him a figure about a hundred yards distant from the gate, who was stealthily gliding along, and in whose hand there was a lamp enclosed in glass, somewhat resembling a dark-lantern. The Baron determined to follow the figure, and slamming heavily the iron gate, he hastily walked on. At the noise of the gate shutting the figure stopped and the rays of the light shown full and ghastly on the form of the Baron. A queer and indescribable feeling crept over him. What was it that made him so anxious to follow the figure? What so suddenly prompted him to leave his castle to follow a soli- tary figure? What was that figure, and what did it there at such an hour? Such thoughts and queries arose in the Baron’s mind as he still mechanically and almost unconsciously followed the figure, and before he was aware of it he was within a few feet of it. He steadily grasped his sword, and boldly de- manded of the figure what was his duty at that hour. No answer came from the figure (which in our haste we forgot to mention was attired in a peasant’s garb and resembled the face of one of the attendants of the castle) and the Baron, enraged at what he deemed villainy, rushed at it with his sword and struck against its breast, which was of iron. ‘‘Fla! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!” wildly yelled the fitgure. “Look ye, man; see!” and in an instant the peasant’s garb fell off him and he stood, a hairy and shaggy creature, with a covering plate of iron from his neck to his knees. 64 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL The Baron gazed with amazement, and although greatly astonished remained unnerved, and again asked of the figure who or what he was. “ Worm,’’ answered the demon, for such it was, “ I am the lord of the Hartz Mountains and Forests, and am come here to seize your soul and body and never release it till thou hast done what I wish. Dost thou hear me? ” “ Ay 1 and will answer thee,” said the Baron, and again he made a thrust at the figure; his sword struck against the iron plate and was shattered into pieces. “ That is thine answer, eh? ” said the demon with a sneer. “ A good one, in- deed, for by it you made yourself armless and are now within my power. Come, though; I will not tarry. I have to ask of thee a request which if thou dost not comply with hell fire shall burn thee. Make up thy mind to answer. See!” And so saying he drew from beneath his iron breastplate, which his hand parted as though it were cloth, a small charm in the shape of a heart — black, crusty and as hard as ada- mant. “ Take this and wear it. That is my request. I have asked many knights around this country to wear it. All re- fused and are now either dead, or live in castles which decay rapidly and will soon overwhelm them. Wilt thou wear it or not? Till tomorrow night I give thee to answer. Go now back to thy castle ! ” The Baron proceeded to obey, but was again stopped by the demon. “ Mortal ! ” cried he ; “ tomorrow at midnight I will meet thee here. Come, or if not, beware! ” The last word thrilled through the Baron’s heart, and with a mind almost driven mad he returned to his castle. Chapter III. The following day the Baron’s uneasiness and mental anxiety were visible to his family, but they, thinking he was yet THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 65 unrecovered from the fatigue of traveling and his festival celebrating, attributed it to that and thus he was unharassed by any questions from anyone. His family as usual retired before he did, hence he was not worried on that point either. At eleven o’clock he ordered ten of the best men in the castle to be ready to accompany him to the Forest, not mentioning his cause for so doing. They through necessity followed him in a few moments, and when they were all too eager to refrain from asking questions, and just as they were on the point of asking the cause of their march the Baron halted, and in a moment’s time the demon form arose from the earth, bearing the same light and arrayed the same as the preceding night. The men all instantly plunged their swords at the form, but seeing their weapons shattered and broken, they rushed away with hearts full with terror. “ Cowards ! ” muttered the Baron. “ Why did ye not ” — “ Blame them not,” interrupted the demon, “ they have all seen me before this. Come, let’s to work at once. Have you decided what to do? ” “ Ay ! ” answered the Baron, “ I shall never wear thy in- fernal charm on the same body that has braved thousands of Turks and infidels, fighting for thy cause.” “Nay!” sneered the demon. “Think! reflect! Ho! I am not again to be foiled. Here, wear it.” And instantly the Baron felt the cold touch of the charm next to his heart, where the demon in his power had placed it. “ Touch it not. Do not take it off,” yelled the demon as he saw the Baron struggling to rid himself of the horrid charm. “Mortal! Dost thou remember Waldermein? He was lost by my power because he attempted to rid himself of my charm. I once haunted the tarn of Gobollo, and in the slimy waters the form of Waldermeim now lies. He is an example of my wrath. Beware lest thou mightst share 5 66 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL a worse fate. I have fairly warned thee; go now, but touch not, dare not to move the charm. Depart ! ” A yell, a mum- bling noise, a sound as of chains clanking, and the demon was gone! Macimino sadly betook himself to his castle, and there beheld the ten men awaiting him. Each one wished to tell him something of the demon, but he tarried not to listen, and throwing himself on the nearest couch he was soon in a deep sleep. He awoke in the morning at an early hour, and again dissembling fatigue from traveling he was un- noticed by his family. Immediately after his breakfast, To- moso, a young and handsome attendant at the castle, desired to see him. The Baron had an interview with him, which re- sulted in Tomoso’s giving to him a long account of the demon, and at the same time a beautiful little charm in the shape of a glass slipper, which Tcmoso swore had been given to him by a little fairy he had encountered the day of the fete while wandering by a stream near Belvidera. Its use we shall after- wards tell the reader. Macimino having received directions how to use the slipper, repaired at midnight to the Forest and called for the demon. He soon arose in a sulphurous flame and demanded the request of the Baron at that hour. “ I have come,” said Macimino, “ to tell you that no longer shall I wear this article you have forced on to me. Since it has been on me, I have felt a raging fever in my brain, an icy chillness on the rest of my body, and have been afraid to gaze on any one in my castle. I could talk with no one and no one would talk with me, all feared me and kept aloof from me. I was almost in despair, and had resolved to crush the charm regardless of the consequences, when I was cheered and strengthened by an attendant of mine, the only one who seemed to regard me and not to fear me. I have learned how to act from him, and now sv ear to thee that before daylight appears this charm shall be crushed. “ There ! there ! ” exclaimed Macimino, crush ing the heart. “ Mortal ! ” the demon shrieked. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 67 “ thy doom is now sealed. See ! look at my charm.” Macimino had thrown it on the ground, and looking at it beheld it gradually dissolving into a blackish blood. “ When it has ceased bleeding,” cried the demon, “ then shalt thou cease to live. Lo ! it has ceased ! now comes thy doom,” and with a yell and a savage leap the demon rushed at the baron, evidently with the purpose of strangling him, but Macimino drew from beneath his cloak the little slipper, pressed it to his lips, pronounced some inarticulate sounds, and in an instant a fair and dazzling little fairy stood betv een him and the demon. “ Stand back, demon,” said the little figure, and instantly the demon lay prostrate on the ground. The fairy waved her wand over him, and then addressed the Baron : “ What is thy wish, my most noble liege? Whence obtained you that charm and what hast thou summoned me for?” Macimino told her in a few words all she asked, and then asking for the destruction of the demon who annoyed him, he restored the charm to his breast. “ Rise, thou fiend,” said the fairy, “ go hence, disturb not my liege again. Thou knowest the consequences if thou dis- obeyest.” The fiend arose and instantly disappeared beneath the earth. “ Baron, thou, too, must go hence. Return to thy castle, the fiend will never again disturb thee. Use thy charm which I let thee retain, with prudence and in danger call on Titania, Queen of the Fairies. She will help thee. Farewell!” and be- fore the Baron was aware of it she had gone. He return ed to his castle, was once again happy, elevated to a high office his friend Tomoso, and often told to his family his encounter with the fiend, and his manner of delivery. He has built a little artificial grotto in the castle garden, which he has con- secrated to Titania and wherein is reposited in a secret place the little glass slipper of the Queen of the Fairies. 68 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL An Mtnmm rnttlj an (§ih (irai. ' 50 SCHOLARLY gentleman, possessing the old-time Mary- land geniality and bonhomie, with a large circle of admir- ing friends, spending the evening of life in studious and quiet retirement. Such is a description of Mr. Charles B. Tiernan, a graduate of Loyola in 1858, and for many years a prominent lawyer of this city. Mr. Tiernan in an interview with the writer of this article expressed his great interest and devotion to Loyola College, and his firm adherence to the Jesuit system of education. “ A retrospection of over fifty years recalls many incidents in my early career and conjures up reminiscences of many who have long since passed away,” said Mr. Tiernan. “ When I entered the College in 1852, Rev. John Early, S. J., was President. From my first contact with him his personality made a deep impression on me. He possessed a strong character and edu- cating force and was much beloved by all the students. “ The buildings of the College in those days consisted of two private houses on Holliday street, one door from the theatre, and just back of the Odd Fellows’ Hall on Gay street. It was not until February, 1855, that the building which is now the new College on Calvert street, with its present mag- nificent equipment, ' its modern laboratories, its spacious hall and large class rooms, was completed, and on Washington’s Birthday, February 22, 1855, formal inaugural exercises took place before a distinguished audience. “ Father James A. V ard was the Prefect of Studies in those days. He was a man of rare scholarly attainments and the author of a concise Greek Grammar, arranged for the students of the College. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 69 “ To old students of Father Early’s time, reminiscences will not fail to come of Rev. Charles King, S. J., at different times Prefect and Professor of Rhetoric and Poetry. He v as an excellent literary and classical scholar and a master of choice English, and is remembered by his scholars as a most learned teacher, kind of heart and sincerely devoted to their interests. “ Among mxy classmates were Edward Moale, v ho after- wards entered the United States Army, and after a long and active service was retired with the rank of Colonel ; and Henry F. Placide, a remarkably clever and intelligent youth who graduated with distinction and was complimented by S. Teackle Wallis, Baltimore’s gifted orator, v ho delivered the address to the graduates on that occasion. Placide attended the postgraduate course of lectures under Father Ardia and received the degree of A. M. in 1859, on which occasion the celebrated Dr. Orestes A. Brownson was the orator. Placide, after leaving Loyola, commenced the study of law in the ofhce of J. Mason Campbell, an eminent member of the Baltimore bar. As he grew older he displayed a fine literary taste and no doubt had he lived v ould have made his mark in Law and Letters. He died in his twenty-first year. Also Thomas W. Jenkins, now at the head of the firm of Henry W. Jenkins Sons.” Here Mr. Tiernan made mention of the fact that even in those days Loyola College students published evi- dences of their skill in English Composition in a small paper termed, “ The College News,” and while this was not com- parable with the excellent ‘‘ Annual ” published yearly by the present student body, nevertheless it gave the students an op- portunity to develop original composition. “ Mr. Jenkins,” continued Mr. Tieman, “ v as the class artist and furnished our paper with clever evidences of his skill in depicting laugh- able incidents of both professors and students. 70 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ My teacher in First Humanities, as the class was then called, was Mr. Martin F. Morris, who later studied law, be- came one of the brightest members of the bar of Washing- ton, D. C. Mr. Morris taught two classes in the same room — First and Second Humanities. Among the students of these classes were Philip Lawrenson Elder, who afterwards became a prosperous merchant in Chicago; Henry A. Moale, who established the wholesale tea house of Moale Gillet; E. Courtney Jenkins, who entered the Confederate Army and was wounded during the war. Frank Gibbons was also in the class of First Humanities. He became a contractor for building Government lighthouses on the Atlantic coast, and died some ten years ago. Among my classmates in Second Humanities was my friend, Eugene Lemoine Didier, author and magazine writer. Mr. Didier’s life of ‘ Edgar Allan Poe ’ has taken a high place among the biographies of that illustri- ous poet. “ In the first years of the College the school day began at 9 o’clock and closed at 12.30; the afternoon session was from 2.30 to 4.30. Commencement Day was about the middle of July, and the Christmas holidays began on the afternoon of Christmas Eve, and lasted until the day after New Year’s. The Twenty-second of February was not then a legal holiday and the schools were closed three days only at Easter.” Mr. Tiernan spoke most enthusiastically about the present magnificent equipment of the College, and compared the fa- cilities offered to the students of these years with the rather limited building of primitive Loyola. Then the College had neither space nor conveniences for a very large number of students; the rooms were small and poorly furnished; there was no playground, no gymnasium, no stage, no hall, and no library. The students of those days, however, were be- ing trained by eminent Jesuits, according to the system of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 71 the Ratio Studiorium, a system which has produced many men, eminent in every branch of human learning. Many wise and holy counsels, given to the students in those days to guide their lives and direct their conduct, were inculcated by precept and still more by the practice of their professors —-the sons of Loyola. In conclusion, I can do no better than quote the subjoined extract, taken from an article written by Mr. Charles J. Bouchet, ’87, of the Baltimore bar, and published in the “ His- torical Sketch ” of the College : ‘‘The distinguishing feature of the Jesuit system of edu- cation which elevates it far above all others, is its marvelous aptitude for penetrating into the characters of youth, and above all that it holds all physical and intellectual education as subordinate to moral and religious culture. Its first ob- ject is to make Christians, its second to make scholars and men.” “ The true criterion of a system of education is not so much what has been learned as what mental discipline has been acquired. The Society of Jesus has never discarded the garnered treasures of the centuries for untried educational novelties, as has been too often the case with many of our modern universities.” “ These few remarks bespeak my heartfelt and candid opin- ion,” concluded Mr. Tiernan, “ of the training received at my Alma Mater and after an experience, battling upon the ocean of life for over fifty years, I cannot refrain from a v,7ord of warning to the young men of Loyola: Remember the re- ligious sentiments inculcated into your character by your erudite masters; have an abiding faith in your Alma Mater and her teachings, and I have no doubt but that success will attend you.” J. B. W., ’07. 72 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Uiift Alumni Eruntum In the college gymnasium on the evening of November 3rd, 1909, the members of the Alumni Association and for- mer students of Loyola College gathered together for their second annual reunion. Some were present -who had not at- tended the first reunion, held last year, and thus they had the pleasure of greeting for the first time, perhaps since gradua- tion, classmates v hose labors and studies had kept them far apart since leaving their alma mater. To say that the meeting was a success would be to under- estimate the value of the spirit which prompted Father Brady to institute this first great step in bringing back Loyola’s lost and strayed sons. Only those who attended can appre- ciate its pleasures and, if the sentiments expressed during the course of the evening count for aught; we may rest as- sured the next Loyola reunion will be even more largely at- tended. The evening began with a warmly contested game of bas- ket ball between the champion college team and one com- posed of former “ grads.” The game was greatly enjoyed although the alumni team was defeated. No set speeches were given. Father Brady delivered a brief address of welcome, in which he thanked the alumni on behalf of the faculty for the enjoyable evening and assured the old boys that no pleasure was as great to him as to see all again and have a hearty laugh and handshake. “Your presence here,” continued Father Brady, “means a warm spot in your heart for Loyola and that is what pleases me. It inspires the faculty with hope when they see what their predecessors have done for you and they will work hard THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 73 to do the same for the present students. Some of you were here 16 years ago when I was prefect of the college and now your children are here. That is a step in the right direction. Today we have the largest enrollment in the historj of the college, there being more than 260 students and with special students we number more than 300 enrolled.” After justice had been done to the good things provided by the energetic committee of arrangements, general good fellowship v as indulged in and the walls re-echoed v ith peals of hearty laughter as past scenes and college pranks were again recalled and related at the expense of the old collegians. One pleasant feature of the evening was the attendance at the reunion of the entire delegation, 13 strong, of old Loyola boys from St. Mary’s Seminary. Father Clement Lancaster, S. J., who taught at Loyola in 1868 and 1870, was also present. These alumni reunions will tend towards bringing about that long desired result of welding together in a bond of loy- alty with Alma Mater all her old graduates. Moreover, they will exert a beneficial influence upon the college and her pres- ent students. Without this devotion and assistance on the part of the alumni the college in its great educational work will be seriously handicapped. J. B. W., ’07. 74 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Alumni Mmqmt p HE Loyola College Alumni Association held its annual banquet on the evening of February 1st, 1910. Greater enthusiasm than any vritnessed in years was shown by nearly one hundred members of the Association who gathered around the banquet board to renew old acquaintances and pay tribute to their alma mater. In keeping with the custom, established last year, the banquet was held in the college “ gym ” and we trust this custom will be continued. It gives more of a college spirit effect and offers the old students an opportunity of inspecting the haunts of their youthful days. As usual, through the efforts of Mr. Matthew S. Brenan and Dr. Chatard, the banquet hall presented a unique appear- ance, draped with college flags and bunting and rendered more cozy by the arrangement of potted flowers and plants. At a meeting of the association, held before the banquet, the election of) officers for the coming year met with the fol- lowing results: President — Mr. Walter E. McCann, M. A., 94. Vice-President — Dr. Thomas S. Shearer, M. A., ’02. Treasurer — Mr. Matthew S. Brenan, M. A., ’02. Secretary — Mr. Isaac S. George, ’01, Executive Committee- — Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J. ; Drs. J. Albert Chatard, ’98, and Thomas J. O’Donnell, ’99; Messrs. Charles M. Cohn, ’97, W. Howard Gahan, ’05, and the officers of the Association. Mr. Frederick H. Hack, ’68, was toastmaster of the even- ing and no more felicitous choice could have been made by the committee. The genial representative of the class of ’68 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 75 was a host in himself. His quips were bright, timely and happy. Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J., president of the college, spoke in a most optimistic manner of the condition of Loyola, an- nouncing the fact that three scholarships of $1,000 each and one professorship of $5,000 — the Curley professorship — had been donated to the college during the past year. ‘‘ Our col- lege has increased greatly in membership during the past year,” continued Father Brady, “ and I feel most hopeful for the future and increased success of Loyola.” He thanked Dr. Louis W. Knight for his valuable collection of coins which he donated to the college, and added that the papal medals given were even more numerous than those treasured by Upton Emanuel, a well-known numismatist. Mr. Edward H. Burke, ’06, responded to the toast, “ The Fame of Loyola.” He paid a warm tribute to the efficiency ofi alma mater and urged the alumni, by a timely word here and there, to make the name of the college known through- out the city and country. He asserted that they need have no fear that Loyola graduates could not measure up against the product of any college in the country. Others responding to toasts during the evening were Dr. Thomas L. Shearer and Messrs. Charles M. Cohn and Rob- ert P. Biggs. Each gave witty, bright and interesting ad- dresses. The details of a plan proposed by Fr. Fleming, the present prefect of studies, for the production of Sheridan’s “ Critic ” by the Alumni Association, assisted by the College Dramatic Society, were given by Mr. Isaac S. George, secretary of the Alumni Association. May we not hope that this increased interest among the alumni for their alma mater may be the prelude of a new and ever fervent union of Loyola College and her “old boys?” 76 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL OInllf00 Plag. T E of a contrary opinion if you will, say that Loyola will never have the great dramatic stars of former years, still our belief remains unshaken that the production of Sheri- dan’s “Critic” on the evenings of April 6 and 7, 1910, in the College Hall has never been surpassed in the history of dramatics at Loyola College. Actuated by a desire to bring about a closer spirit between the alumni and the college stu- dents, the Rev. Prefect of Studies, Father Richard Fleming, S. J., proposed the grand presentation of Sheridan’s “ Critic.” In anticipation of witnessing a production seldom seen upon the present-day stage an exceptionally large audience assem- bled each evening in the College Hall to greet and enthuse the young actors. That the audience was more than delighted at the excellent portrayal of Sheridan’s comedy was evident from the tenor of the remarks that were passed after the per- formance. The hearty co-operation of the graduate members of the cast, their vvillingness to work heart and soul to further the good cause, their excellent portrayal of each individual char- acter speak volumes in their devotion to old Loyola. It would seemingly be unjust were we to attribute the entire success of the affair to the eiforts of the Alumni Associa- tion and the College Dramatic Society and thereby detract from the praise due to one Who has labored hand-in-hand with the Dramatic Society. First and foremost among our benefactors is Mr. Edward P. Duffy, S. J., the faculty director and coach of the performance. By his strenuous activity plans for an entertainment of tliis character took definite shape and were carried out to completion. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 77 The selection of Sheridan’s classic comedy itself was most opportune at this period of dramatic art, when the produc- tions of the old masters of comedy and tragedy are gradu- ally being relegated and selections of less literary merit offered in their place. The Yale Dramatic Association produced this play with great success seven times v ithin the last nve years and hence our first attempt in this realm of comedy is no innovation in college theatricals. As a “ curtain raiser ” the challenge and duel scenes from “ The Rivals ” were produced by the following cast : Sir Anthony Absolute Edwin L. Leonard, ’10 Captain Absolute Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 Faulkland Vachel J. Brown, ’10 Bob Acres Isaac S. George, ’01 Sir Lucius O’Trigger L. Frank O’Brien, ’08 David Joseph A. Herzog, ’99 Servant John H. Briscoe, ’10 Isaac S. George, well known as a star in the “ Mikado,” was seen in the character of Bob Acres. One not personally acquainted with Mr. George would imagine him to be a former protege of Mr. Joseph Jefferson, so well remembered for his famous portrayal of the “ chivalrous ” Bob. His voice was consistent with the part he took and his delineation of Bob’s bravery, exhibited in the duel scene, was most ludi- crous. Mr. L. Frank O’Brien, ’08, as Sir Lucius O’Trigger must also share in the honors. Mr. O’Brien’s ability as a dramatic star was clearly shown during his college days and his portrayal of the crafty, insinuating companion of Bob Acres was a treat in itself. His brusque, haughty bear- ing, his very manner of speech and tone of voice were all most appropriate. Space will not permit us to dvreli upon the respective merits of the other members of the cast. Suf- fice it to say that all materially and ably assisted in repre- 78 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL senting the adventures and depicting the laughable secnes of Bob Acres with his “ dear friend, Jack Absolute.” The “ Critic,” the chief production of the evening, which is a comedy intended as a satire upon the old-fashioned meth- ods of tragedy, was admirably received and appreciated. Mr. Puff, who represents a typical playwright of the time, con- ducts a rehearsal before his friends. Sneer and Dangle, and the rehearsal itself forms the subject matter of the comedy. The cast of characters was : “ THE CRITIC.” Dangle W. Howard Gahan, ’05 Sneer Edwin L. Leonard, ’10 Under-Prompter Joseph A. Carey, ’13 Puff J. Aloysius Boyd, ’96 CHARACTERS OF THE TRAGEDY. Governor of Tilbury Fort Joseph A. Guthrie, ’10 Earl of Leicester Edward H. Burke, ’06 Sir Walter Raleigh Joseph A. Herzog, ’99 Sir Christopher Hatton Vachel J. Brown, ’10 Master of the Horse Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 Beef-Eater L. Frank O’Brien, ’09 Justice Edwin B. Kelly, ’10 Justice’s Lady T. Aquin Keelan, ’13 Son Arthur A. Lyness, ’12 Thames George J. Ayd, 11 Sentinels f J. P. Walsh, ’ll { G. J. Ayd,’ll Constable Edgar A. Curran, ’10 Don Ferolo Whiskerandos Isaac S. George, 01 First Niece John H. Briscoe, ’10 Second Niece Charles S. Lerch, ’ll Confidante Charles S. Lerch, ’ll Tilburina Frank J. Cunningham, ’ex-05 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 79 The character of Puff was most admirably taken by Mr. J. Aloysius Boyd, ’96, who is remembered for his participa- tion in the production of Shakespeare’s Henry IV, given at Loyola 12 years ago. Mr. Boyd’s well-modulated reading of his lines, with his superior wit and humor, combined to form quite a pleasing contrast to the horseplay and vulgarity of some of our modern comedies. Joseph A. Herzog, ’99, of “Macbeth” fame, in the character of Sir Walter Raleigh evidenced the fact that he has lost none of his charm as an actor. Edward H. Burke, ’06, was especially pleasing as the Earl of Leicester. Frank J. Cunningham, ex-05, gave a de- lightful portrayal of the light-hearted, care-free Tilburnia, who in her love-lorn ravings gives every opportunity for burlesque tragedy. The character of Confidante was ably taken by Charles S. Lerch, ’ll. Mr. Lerch in a part which called for more action than words made good use of his opportunities and provoked continued amusement. The innovation of introducing female characters at Loyola was most heartily appreciated by the audience and gave evi- dence of careful and intelligent training. While no attempt was made to vie with other college pro- ductions in the costumes of the feminine characters, neverthe- less the elegant raillery, the polished wit and quaint humor of the “ Critic ” were more aptly and pleasingly exhibited by their presence. J. Boiseau Wiesel, ’07. 80 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL IntorHitg J EAR EDITOR: As for my impressions, I can’t say that I have been guilty of having many. From a class of ten to one of three hundred, — from a College and High School with three hun- dred students to a university whose roils total five thousand, is quite a jump however, and even a chap with a very bad case of mental myopia would collect a few impressions. The most striking thing is the bigness of this university life. To know the men, even their names, in one’s own class becomes diffi- cult, — to attempt to know all one’s fellow students is an impossi- bility. They are cities in themselves, and the interests of the stu- dents are as diversified as those of the citizens of many a town. At Loyola all for the most part follow the same path, and there is a tinge of a family feeling; the big university engenders the fellow- ship that hotel guests have for one another, and little more. Those men become intimate who live in the same entry of a dormitory, or who belong to the same clubs, and the cliques which university faculties so dislike are the result. In the end your friends may num- ber few, if any, more than you would have at Loyola, and may not be so desirable. I do not wish to be understood as saying that this is inevitable, — but it is what often happens, and many an alumnus looks back and wonders why he didn’t meet more men. It is a fact that Seniors often don’t know classmates even by sight after foxir years. One of the first speeches President Lowell, of Harvard, made last fall was a warning to the incoming students to avoid this narrow channel, which loses for them one of the great benefits of university life, — the broadening influence of a wide acquaintance. And as long as we are speaking of the size of visiting lists, we might consider the professors. At Loyola the Sources of Knowl- edge and the young ideas which are being taught how to shoot, know each other, and there exists, — as a rule, — a real friendship be- tween the Great and the little. But given large classes, and the Sources of Knowledge cannot get closer to the men than the mathe- matical distance between bench and desk. It isn’t the fault of the professor, — it’s the system, and it is a system which shuts out much interest from the student and much chance for an influence for good fromx the professor. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 81 A big university is a shining example of the results of well-placed advertising. Today the average American youth picks out his own alma mater and his parents humbly assent. And when the cherub is doing his choosing his eyes seek, not the advertising columns headed “ Educational,” but the snappy page with the caption “ Sport- ing News.” When Vic. Kennard made the famous drop kick at New Haven in 1908 that won the day for the Crimson it meant much for the incoming class of 1913. Last fall at Cambridge saw an enormous, and athletic, freshmen class, for hadn’t Harvard swept the field at New Haven and the river at New London? Bar ath- letics and the small college would reap the harvest, but as long as Yale, Harvard, Princeton Co. continue to make athletes parlor boarders, the little fellows must follow suit. In these troublous times, as some one said, — “ Lives of great men all remind us That we v ill, if we are wise. Leave our modesty behind us And get out and advertise.” The said advertising must be paid for, and the money seems more wisely invested in buying athletic paraphernalia than paying so much per agate line for an insertion placed between the “ ads ” of a young ladies’ finishing school and a kindergarten. This digression is the natural result of considering the number of students in these modern department stores of learning, and ask- ing “Why?” Let us now return and eject a few more “impres- sions.” Wasn’t it Thackeray who remarked once on the advisability of a big frog in a small puddle staying where he was? Put the big frog in the big puddle and, size being merely a relative term, he finds himself shrinking to an alarming degree. A man who is a “ big noise ” on Calvert street is liable to prove less than a gentle sigh elsewhere. The Sesame to leadership lies on the athletic field. Scan the lists of class and society officers, committees, and so on, and they will bear a startling resemblance to the score card in your coat pocket. Is it a coincidence? All of this is not written in a “ knocking ” spirit, because uni- versity life is filled with much that makes the task of absorbing knov ledge most pleasant. It tends to broaden and fill out the in- tellectual as well as the physical man. To those who wish, it means friendship and memories which have an aroma all their own,- — which 6 82 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL cannot be found at the small city-circumscribed college. But it does not mean forgetfulness of old friends. It does not mean that the Crimson of Harvard or the Blue of Yale will blot out the Blue and Gold. There is room enough for all, for the heart is the near- est thing to infinity in this crass material old world. If it comes to a question of saluting flags, trust Loyola graduates to fire the twenty-one guns for the Blue and Gold. Like the tail of our friend, the comet, I fear this will stretch out into a long bodiless line of gas. I guess I’ll quit. Yours sincerely, Edward K. Hanlon, ’09. 82 - FAC-SIMILE OF AN ORIGINAL LETTER OF ORESTES A. BROWNSON TO THE STUDENTS OF LOYOLA, 1859. ] ’56 A. student at Loyola during the years 1855-1856 was Alfred M. Mayer, one of the leading physicists of the United States, and for many years Professor of Physics at the Stevens In- stitute of Technology, Hoboken, N. J. Dr. Mayer left Loyola before completing his course. His reputation as a physicist was known not only at home, but also abroad. Dr. Mayer died July 13, 1897. Mr. J. Henry Judik, President of the Maryland National Bank, died on May 15, 1910. Mr. Judik was a student at Loy- ola in 1854-56. ’57 Rector of the Protestant Episcopal Church of the Epiphany in Washington, D. C., is Rev. Randolph H. McKim. Dr. McKim, while not a graduate from Loyola, finished the class of rhetoric and is a prominent and able Episcopal min- ister. ’58 J- Francis Damman is a prominent bank official, connected with the Metropolitan Savings Bank of this city. ’59 Michael A. Mullin, who is a prominent and successful law- yer, received the degree of A. B. from Loyola in 1859. Mr. Mullin is always a conspicuous figure at the alumni banquets. The editors extend their grateful thanks to Mr. Mullin for contributing his reminiscenses of old College days to the alumni column. Messrs. William J. Tyson, Michael A. Mullin and Dr. John N. Coonan formed the committee who in the year 1859 in- vited Orestes A. Brownson, LL. D., of Boston, to deliver an oration before the Loyola Literary Society at the Annual Com- mencement. We had the good fortune to obtain from Messrs. 83 84 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Tyson and Mullin the letter of acceptance written by Mr. Brownson on the occasion fifty years ago and a copy of which we print in this editon of the Annual. Mr. Brownson’s letter is a most interesting historical document and shows the esteem in which Alma Mater was held by such an iliustrious man. The Baltimore Sun of July 8, 1859, spoke in these words of the Commencement: “The Annual Commencement of Loyola Col- lege, an event always looked for with interest, took place yes- terday. The addresses of all the young gentlemen were de- livered from memory and showed deep study and application. About half-past eleven o’clock the address before the Literary Society was delivered by Orestes A. Brownson, LL. D., of Bos- ton. He announnced as his subject, ‘ Patriotism.’ He had se- lected that, he said, because it was applicable to his youthful auditors. If men are patriotic at any time, it is in their youth. Patriotism is one of the innate principles of the American mind; it is instilled into our composition.. Chemists cannot discover it in our blood, but it is just as predominant as the iron in our veins. Mr. Brownson treated his subject in a half literary and half political manner, but to the infinite interest and amuse- ment of his audience, who were profuse in their applause. Drs. Charles M. Morfit and John N. Coonan are veteran physicians of this city. 05 The Spiritual Director of the Jesuit House of Studies at Woodstock, Md., is Rev. Jerome Daugherty, S. J., one time President of Georgetown University and a student of Loyola in 1863-65. Father Daugherty is frequently a welcome visitor, and is always intensely interested in his Alma mater. ’67 During the past year an oil painting of our late President, Rev. W. G. Read Mullan, S. J., was donated to the College by Dr. Charles Grindall. Dr. Grindall was a student at Loyola in 1865-67, and is the donor of the “ Grindall Gold Medal ” for the class of Philosophy. ’69 A member of our present faculty, Rev. Joseph J. Ziegler, S. J., was a student at Loyola in 1866-69, and previously for many years professor at Fordham and other Jesuit Colleges. ’72 Rev. Edward X. Fink, S. J., formerly President of Gon- zaga College, Washington, D. C., is the founder of a new Jesuit Institution in Southern Maryland. We are glad to note THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 85 that Father Fink is obtaining such success during the first years of Leonard Hall. Mr. Frank S. Hambleton, of Hambleton Co., well known bankers, who recently bid ten million dollars for the Western Maryland Railroad when its sale was pending a few years ago, was a student in 1870-72. ’74 It is with great sorrow that we chronicle the death of the much-beloved and respected Rev. V . S. Caughey, v ho died during the past year. Father Caughey was pastor of St. Steph- en’s Church, Washington, D. C. ’77 A student at Loyola during the years 1870-72 was Mr. Laps- ley, the genial porter of the College residence. Mr. Lapsley meets the visitor with a hearty word of greeting. “ A word to the wise,” however, our friend is an enthusiastic member of the Young Catholic Friends Society and always has an “un- limited” supply of tickets to present to his countless admir- ing friends. Rev. W. G. Read Mullan, S. J., for many years Rector of Boston College, and President of Loyola during the years 1907-03, died at St. Agnes’ Sanitorium, January 25, 1910. Hon- ored by the society of which he was a most loyal member, and respected by old and young, he was called to his eternal re- ward on the very threshhold of his career. During the past year a scholarship was founded in the College in his memory, through the efforts of Father Whitney and the Church Sodal- ity, of which Father Mullan had been Director. During the past year we had the sad misfortune to lose an- other of our ex-Presidents, Rev. Stephen A. Kelly, S. J., v ho presided over the destinies of Loyola for nearly seven years, from 187Q-77. The Church Debt Association owes its origin to him, and he is remembered and esteemed by a large circle of warm friends. ’82 Rev. Francis M. Connell, S. J., professor for a number of years at St. Francis Xavier’s College, New York; is at present a member of the faculty of the Juniorate, St. Andrew-on-the- Hudson, Poughkeepsie, N. Y. 85 A well-known biography which has been widely read dur- ing the last few years by both Catholics and Protestants is, “ The Life and Letters of Rev. Henry Van Rensselaer.” Father Van Rensselaer taught at Loyola in 1885, and while in Balti- 86 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL more wrote for the presentation of the students an historical drama in five acts, entitled “ King Alfred.” Rev. Charles N. Raley, S. J., at present on the faculty of Holy Cross College, Worcester, Mass.; was a student during the years 1883-85. He taught at Loyola a few years ago, and is gratefully remembered in the Church for his effective and zealous preaching. ’86 Rev. P. C. Gavan, Chancellor of the Archdiocese, was a student of Loyola in 1885-86. Father Gavan has won many friends in Baltimore by his genial manner and is highly es- teemed by the Cathedral congregation. ’07 In 1882, Rev. Bart. J. Randolph, C. M., Professor in St. John’s College, Brooklyn, N. Y., entered Loyola. While in the class of First Humanities, after Mr. Cleveland’s first inaugu- ration, Father Randolph attracted attention by translating Mr. Cleveland’s inaugural address into Latin. The President heard of this through Mr. A. Leo Knott, Assistant Postmaster General, who attended St. Ignatius’ Church, and invited the student to come to see him, with the President of the College. 89 the higher officials of the Emerson Drug Co., Bal- timore, Md., manufacturers of Bromo Seltzer, is Mr. Philip J. Heuisler, a student at Loyola in 1886-1889. Mr. Heuisler is always ready to give Loyola a “ lift,” and during the past year, at his invitation the Secchi Scientific Society of the Col- lege inspected the Emerson plant. ’90 Assertio Septem Sacramentorum ” (Defense of the Seven Sacraments, by Henry VIII, King of England) is the title of a late publication re-edited by Rev. Louis O’Donovan, S. T. L., of the Cathedral. Father O’Donovan is another of Loyola’s gifted sons, whose lives have been devoted to the Church. He is also a frequent contributor to Catholic magazines. In glancing over the Catholic directory we see the names of Rev. F. A. Wunnenberg and Rev. Andrew Mihm, as pastor and assistant, respectively, of St. Mary’s German Church, Wash- ington, D. C. Father Wunnenberg was a student at Loyola from 1887-1890, while Father Mihn received his degree in 1903. ’91 When the faculty of the Catholic University, Washington, D. C., was being formed some years ago, Dr. George M. Bol- ling, Ph.D., was elected Professor of Greek Language and Lit- erature. Dr. Bolling is a prominent Greek scholar and a Doc- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 87 tor of Philosophy from Johns Hopkins University and a fre- quent contributor to Catholic magazines. 93 Dr. William T. Riley has for some years held the import- ant medical position of Coroner for Baltimore City. ’95 We congratulate Dr. Jeremiah P. Lawler on his recent ap- pointment as Medical Examiner with the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad. Dr. Lawler has offices in Cincinnati, Ohio. Charles M. Kelly, Ph. D., during the past year was a mem- ber of the Loyola faculty as Professor of Special Latin Class. ’96 Rev. James T. Coen was ordained to the priesthood in the Buffalo Cathedral, May 21, 1910, by Bishop Colton. Father Coen was a student at Loyola during the years 1889-1896 and left from Poetry class to attend Niagara University. Father Coen leaves for his new charge in Birmingham, Ala., with the best wishes of all his Baltimore friends. 98 One of the best-known of the younger physicians of the Georgetown University Hospital is Dr. Thomas F. Lowe, who received the degree of Bachelor of Arts from Loyola in 1898. We are informed Dr. Lowe is establishing quite a reputation for himself in the Capital city as an anaesthesist. Mr. J. Preston W. McNeal was recently married to Miss Anna Watters, daughter of the late Judge James D. Watters, of Belair, Harford county, Md. We congratulate the happy couple. ’00 A member of the faculty of Loyola College of a decade ago was Rev. Charles W. Lyons, S. J. Father Lyons is now the popular President of St. Joseph’s College, Philadelphia, and if news from the Quaker City counts for aught, we may safely prophesy an era of great success for St. Joseph’s College. One of the officials of the Chicago branch of the Mary- land Casualty Co. is J. Francis Damman, Jr., who graduated with the degree of Bachelor of Arts f rom Loyola in 1900. Mr. Dammian pursued a postgraduate course of law at the Catholic University and received the degree of LL. M. several years ago. We take this opportunity to congratulate Frank on his recent marriage. ’01 The portrayal of Bob Acres in the late production of “ The Rivals ” was certainly characteristic of our old alumnus, Isaac S. George, ’01. Mr. George is associated in the practice of lavr with William J. O’Brien, Jr., and is a graduate of Georgetown University with the degrees of A. M. and LL. M. 88 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Dr. Bernard J. Wess, a rising young physician with a large practice, is connected with the Phipps Tuberculosis Dispensary of Johns Hopkins Hospital. ’02 Another graduate of Loyola who has lately; felt the call to the priesthood and has joined the Paulist Fathers, is J. Elliott Ross. For some years Mr. Ross was a scientific official in the Surveyor’s Department of the District Government. We are glad to hear that Mr. John T. Viteck, S. J., Profes- sor of Physics at Canisius College, Buffalo, is recovering from a recent spell of illness. He taught us in the class of Physics, and we remember him gratefully. During the past year Judge Charles W. Heuisler, LL. D., was elected to a judgeship on the Supreme Bench of Balti- more City. Congratulations, Judge! ’03 The present Managing Editor of the Catholic World is Eu- gene F. Saxton, formerly connected with the Catholic Ency- clopedia. Gene is making great strides in the journalistic pro- fession. ’05 Among the first to receive the newly-instituted degree of Master of Arts last year from Johns , Hopkins University was W. Howard Gahan. Mr. Gahan graduated from the University of Maryland Law School in 1908, and is associated in the prac- tice of law with the v ell-known firm of Willis Homer. Ferdinand C. Wheeler, S. J., is pursuing a postgraduate course of philosophy in the University of Louvain. During the past year we have read with interest several important contri- butions to America by our old aluninus. As we go to press news comes to us from Philadelphia of the death of Rev. Joseph J. Kohlrieser, S. J. Father Kohl- rieser was a member of the Loyola faculty during the years 1903-1905, and is remembered by his former students for the beautiful simplicity of his character and the whole-souled ear- nestness with which he threw himself into every office or work that was allotted him. May he rest in peace. ’06 Among the Jesuit priests stationed at Jamaica, West Indies, is Rev. Michael J. O’Shea, S. J., one time Professor at Loyola. Father O’S hea is well known to the students of a decade ago. In a letter to the editor of these notes he speaks most favor- ably of Loyola in comparison with many other colleges in these words: “ Since my departure from dear old Loyola, some THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 89 eight years ago, I have visited no less than thirty-two col- leges and have seen the work done in them and can safely say that Loyola College, Baltimore, Md., can wave her colors, ‘ old gold and blue,’ as proudly as any of them.” Godfrey A. Kaspar, Jesuit scholastic, is teaching a special Latin and Greek class at St. Joseph’s College, Philadelphia. Charles C. Conlon is connected with the United States Fi- delity and Guaranty Company. He is also a law student at the University of Maryland Law School. John H. Norman is in business with his! father in this city. Joseph J. Kocyan has recovered from an attack of severe illness. We are glad to hear that he is able to continue his studies at the Physicians and Surgeons’ Medical College. The Annual offers its congratulations to Francis J. Hemelt for his recent appointment to a Fellowship in the postgraduate English Department of Johns Hopkins University. Thomas J. Toolen and Francis J. Loughran are students at St. Mary’s Seminary and will be ordained next June. J. Leo Barly, ex ’08, is also an eccelesiastical student at the same in- stitution. Edward H. Burke is a member of the law firm of Burke Jenifer, with offices in Towson, Baltimore county, Md. He is also engaged in the practice of lav in Baltimore City. Bernard J. McNamara is a student at the North American College in Rome and will be ordained to the priesthood in July, 1911. Mr. McNamara received a gold medal at the clos- ing exercises of the College last year for special excellence in Theology. Congratulations, Bernard! 07 Vincent deP. Fitzpatrick, whom we remember) as a spirited member of the Debating Society, is a member of the reportorial staff of the Baltimore Sun. Anthony J. Galinaitis, the winner of the Jenkins’ Medal for excellence in debate while in his Senior year, is a law student at the University of Maryland. We take great pleasure in congratulating Clarke J. Fitz- patrick upon his recent appointment as “ copy reader ” on the Baltimore Sun. Your success, Clarke, speaks well for the classical training of old Loyola. In this connection we men- tion, with great satisfaction the number of Loyola men con- nected with the daily papers. On the staff of the Baltimore 90 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Sun, besides Mr. Fitzpatrick, we see the names of Vincent deP. Fitzpatrick, ' 07; William F. Braden, ' 09; Robert E. Greenwell, ex ' 04. Connected with the Baltimore American is Joseph B. Jacobi, ' 01. The staff of the News comprises Walter E. Mc- Cann, A. M., ' 92, Dramatic Editor. J. Edwin Murphy, ' 93, who recently received the appointment of City Editor; L. Frank O’Brien, ' 08, and Austin D. Noony, ' 02. Rev. John F. Quirk, S. J., President of Loyola College dur- ing the years 1901-1907, is at present Professor of Junior Class, St. Joseph ' s College, Philadelphia. We are gratified to hear that a portrait in oil of Father Quirk has recently been donated to the College by a member of the Alumni Association. News comes to us from the University of Innsbruck that a ‘ former member of the faculty of Loyola was raised to the dignity of the priesthood last July. The Annual extends its congratulations to Rev. John J. Toohey, S. J. Father Toohey is remembered as an enthusiastic Professor of Greek, and for the past four years has been pursuing a Theological course in the University of Innsbruck. In a letter to the editor of these notes he speaks of Innsbruck as “A very interesting old city, many of the houses having been built over a thousand years ago. It is emphatically a Catholic city, and the little children run up to us when we are out walking and kiss our hands and greet us with a pious ejaculation.” Connected with the Phipps Tuberculosis Dispensary at the Johns Hopkins Hospital as an assistant physician, is Dr. Wm. F. Schwartz. Dr. Schwartz is a graduate of the University of Maryland Medical School, and during 1908-1909 was the Senior Resident Physician at the Bayview Insane Asylum. The Annual extends its heartiest congra tulations on his recent ap- pointment as Physician-in- Charge of the Penitentiary and Jail. ’08 The editors of the Annual extend their sympathy to An- drew A. Hofmann, N. S. J., on the death of his mother, Mrs. Anna Hofmann. While on a visit to St. Andrew ' s Novitiate, Poughkeepsie, N. Y., we saw George F. Strohaver, ex ' 08; V. Leonard Kee- lan, ex ' 09; Henry J. Wiesel, ex ' ll; William A. Carr, ex ' 12, and Thomas A. V ard, ex ' 08. Louis A. Wheeler, ex ' 12, is there, too, and we hope to see all of them occupying chairs at Loyola some day. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 91 09 William F. Braden, well known as a foremost Loyola dra- matic star, has embraced the journalistic profession. He is engaged on the “ Sun.” The Annual extends its heartiest con- gratulations on his recent marriage to Miss Mary Quirk. The catalogue of the Army and Navy Preparatory School, Washington, D. C., contains the name of Austin J. McDonnell, who is preparing to take the examination for a lieutenancy in the United States Army. Good luck, Austin! A member of the present faculty of Loyola is Mr. Clyde C. Rohr. Mr. Rohr has been imparting his knowledge of Eng- lish and arithmetic to the Preparatory class for the past year. He is likewise pursuing a postgraduate course in political econ- omy at Johns Hopkins University. “ Doc ' s ” career promises to be a brilliant one. We wish him every success! Edward K. Hanlon is a student at Harvard Law School. We take this opportunity of thanking him for his readiness and good will in contributing his article, “ Impressions at Har- vard,” published in this edition of the Annual. James S. Murphy is a student at the University of Mary- land Law School. We are glad to note that James is also ' pursuing a course of political science at Johns Hopkins Uni- versity. William H. Kelly and Martin L. McNulty are students at St. Mary’s Seminary. W. Joseph Tewes is connected in a clerical capacity with the book publishing house of Benzinger Bros. The writer of these notes desires to express his grateful thanks for assistance in obtaining items of interest concerning the Alumni, to Rev. F. X. Brady, S. J.; Rev. Richard A. Fleming, S. J., and Rev. John J. Ryan, S. J. 3(« an iEittarial Hag. ' ’T HE third issue of the Loyola College Annual is hereby entrusted to the tender mercies of its readers ; those who have the reading of it forced upon them not being excluded. The editors of this publication take great pleasure in putting it before their patrons for several reasons. First of all, they •realize the pleasure and information a periodical like this one is calculated to give its indulgent readers; they appre- ciate its value in making our College better known; they are fully sensible of the benefits which they themselves have de- rived from their editorial labors. Their greatest cause of joy is perhaps the fact that when they put the Annual into the hands of its critics, a snow-white pachyderm of some- 92 w •I o r C K- r o s n CfO- Ji) •-« -- O w H ‘ K W w 1= cn 3 « W 3. o s o “ 9 o ' in . p tn w w p. w . _- H g s V- o o n B- H O _ 3 . o K fu P B. o 3 P to w • f rt •-� o tr THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 93 what ample dimensions has stepped down and out from its exalted position on their manual extremities. Let it not be thought that the editors of this publication have given their labor grudgingly to the task in hand; that would be far from the truth. Nevertheless, they could not help breathing the proverbial sigh of relief when their labors ceased and those of the printer began. In passing, let it be said that, unlike the editors of last year’s Annual, who so naively admitted that they “ had (per- haps) improved the cover ” of the publication, we lay no claim to having improved either contents or cover. We are content if our publication comes up to the high standard which our predecessors have set us. Our modesty in this matter will not be considered excessive, if our readers will but take into account the worth of last year’s editorial staff, and the able qualities of the faculty director, Mr. Augustus M. Fremgen, S. J., now at Woodstock College, to whose un- tiring and intelligent direction and co-operation last year’s Annual owes the major portion of its success. ❖ ❖ ❖ It is seldom, indeed, that any college in a single year re- cords the deaths of two ex-Presidents. This sad task Loyola has had to perform during the past year. On February 13th, Father Stephen A. Kelly, S. J., who was the President of Loyola from 1870 to 1877, passed away in Philadelphia, and on January 25, 1910, the eleventh Presi- dent of Loyola, Father W. G. Read Mullan, S. J., went to his eternal reward, at St. Agnes’ Hospital, of this city. Sketches of their edifying lives will be found elsewhere in this volume. We esteem it a great honor to be allowed to offer our hum- ble and unworthy tribute to the hallowed memory of these men, although we feel that all our words will be but trite and empty sounding after the tributes which abler pens than ours have paid them. 94 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL REOPENING OF SCHOOL. O EPTEMBER 14. Back again for another year. And as we gathered in the hall warm, indeed, was the feeling of reunion, for there were but few familiar faces missing. We looked in vain for Fr. Geale, our last year’s Prefect; Fr. Pa- lermo, Professor of Mental Philosophy, and Mr. Fremgen, Professor of the Fourth Year High School and Director of the Annual. Our new prefect was, we found, Fr. R. A. Flem- ing, to whom we owe the institution of the College Annual, which under his guidance made its first appearance in 1908. Fr. Palermo’s place was taken by Fr. Timothy Brosnahan, who was to occupy the chair of ethics. Mr. Skelly filled the vacancy caused by Mr. Fremgen’s departure for Woodstock College, and we were glad to see that no other changes had been made. RETREAT. OCTOBER 27. Once more the time for this most impor- tant event of the scholastic year has rolled around. Text- books are laid aside and football is tabooed during the three days during which, by means of various spiritual exercises, discourses and readings, an attempt is made to bring the stu- dents to the realization of the serious work, both spiritual and mental, that is ahead of them, to cause them to give earnest thought to the all-important matter of vocation, and to enable them during these days of quiet and seclusion to see where improvement is needed and to apply the proper remedies. Fr. Fortier conducted the Retreat, and the attention with THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 95 which his sermons were followed was the best possible testi- mony to his earnestness. Communion, and breakfast in the “ gym ” were the concluding exercises of Retreat. FINAL VOWS. FEBRUARY 2. Today witnessed a beautiful and solemn ceremony in St. Ignatius’ Church, where at a special mass celebrated by Fr. Rector, our Prefect, Fr. Fleming, made his final vows as a member of the Society of Jesus. During the celebration of the Mass two beautiful and appropriate solos, “ Suscipe ” and “ Ave Maria,” were rendered by Wm. M. Nevins, ’10. A large number of the students were pres- ent at the Mass, and Fr. Fleming was presented with a token of their esteem in the shape of a little booklet, artistically gotten up and containing above the signatures of the various class presidents a list of the prayers to be said, masses heard, etc., by the entire student body in commemoration of the event. LECTURE ON JOAN OF ARC. JANUARY 5. On account of the recent beatification of the Maid of Orleans, much interest has been displayed on this subject, and much has been written, both favorable and an- tagonistic, concerning Joan and her deeds. On January 5, in the college hall, Fr. Fortier delivered an illustrated lecture on the warrior maid under the auspices of his class before a large and appreciative audience. God speed his work in the propagation of the truth ! JUNIOR SPECIMENS. DECEMBER 21. On this date the members of the Junior Class submitted themselves to a severe test when, in the 6 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL presence of the whole college department, every member of that class underwent a severe “ quiz ’’ in Dialectics or Logic at the hands of the college professors. Barring a little natural stage-fright, all the members acquitted themselves with honor, in some cases with brilliance. On May 13 an even more interesting and scholarly exhibi- tion was given by the members of this class, with some slight assistance in the matter of essays, by the Seniors. The main feature of the day v as a “ circle,” or defense of the scholastic doctrines in criteriology and ontology. The opening essay was an exposition of the scholastic doctrine on Universal Ideas, by W. Paul Browm, which was followed by the “ circle ” on criteriology, in which the scholastic doctrines in criteriology were attacked by F. X. Kearney and J. Walsh and defended by C. Neuner. Then followed an essay on scholastic meta- physics by C. Foley. C. S. Lerch defended scholastic ontol- ogy against the objections of J. Clark and C. Foley. Several members of the faculty also objected. The specimen was brought to a close by essays on John Stuart Mill, J. Walsh; Darwin, V. J. Brovin, TO; De Lamennais by C. S. Lerch and Pragmatism, by J. H. T. Briscoe, TO. READING OF MARKS. As the beginning of each month approaches, the “ good little boys ” at Loyola with anxious care keep their shoes shined, their ties arranged nicely, and their hair neatly combed and plastered dov n upon their intellectual pates. Ever and anon at recess time the discord of youthful voices may be heard issuing from the hall. But the Vvdcked rejoice not; the lazy boy putteth no shine upon his shoes or head, but re- lapseth into a gloom as deep as death. What causes these varied emotions in the hearts of the “ Loyolaites? ” ‘Tis e’en the fact that reading of marks is at hand; the good boy THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 97 prepareth to march proudly up before his cheering class and college mates to receive the testimonial which his labors have deserved. Those youthful voices which we heard will enter- tain us with a rollicking song or a serious essay; the culprit, the ' laggard, prepareth to crouch low in his seat and let “ class, 23 ; mathematics, 54 ; language, 35,” thunder over his head. ’Tis truly a great event, this monthly reading of marks, and listen, reader, to how we at Loyola enliven with pleasant song or captivating essay the dry recitation of marks: September: Junior Quartette, “Drink to Me Only With Thine Eyes,” Messrs. Nevins, Kelly, Galligher, Noeth. Dialogue on “ Ideas,” Messrs. Briscoe, Lerch and Foley. Solo: A Dream, H. P. Galligher. October : Sophomore : I. Appreciation of Demosthenes’ Philippics — Edw. Han- rahan. Appreciation of Cicero’s Speech on the “ Manilian Law” — Wm. Boggs. Appreciation of Horace’s Satires — Jos. T. Hanlon. November. Freshman: Essay — Analysis of “Lycidas ” (Part 1) — J. Burch. Recitation — Selection from “Lycidas” — J. Weber. Essay — Analysis of “ Lycidas ” (Part II) — W. Walsh. December. Fourth Year High: Opening scenes of Homer’s Iliad in the original Greek. Introduction — H. J. Quinn, Class Pres. Cast of Characters: Narrator, F. J. Jones; Chryses, R. J. Kwasnik ; Calchas, G. A. Tormey ; Agamemnon, A. J. Harri- son; Achilles, A. J. Bourbon. March. Third Year High : Essay on “ Callista ” — Adam Boehm. A Modern Daedalus— J. V. Brooks. 7 98 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL April. Second Year High: Song, Wm. Keating and chorus. Solo, Wm. Keating. CHRISTMAS ENTERTAINMENT. On December 20 the students of the college and high school gave their usual Christmas entertainment in honor of the faculty. The programme, which was an interesting and enter- taining one and was participated in by all the classes, was as follows ; Greeting to the faculty and students, F. H. Linthicum, ' 12. Recitation: Gunga Din, W. Paul Brown, ' 11. Essay: Horace’s Visit to Baltimore, Anthony Rolfes, ’13. Suggested Im-provements : August J. Bourbon. Imitation of Philemon and Baucis, Vincent Brooks. Recitation, Wm. Doyle. Violin Selection, Richard Belt. Recitation, Frank Doyle. Song, Leo Codd and chorus. Song, “ Putting on Airs,” Edw. Coonan. Essay, Christmas Good Wishes, E. L. C. Leonard. ATTENDANCE. Loyola reached its high-water mark in attendance this year, there being 272 regular students enrolled, not counting the members of the evening classes. This fact, which was of such significance and importance to Loyola, was celebrated by the granting of a full holiday to the 272. May the 272 of 1909-10 increase to 472 in 1910-11 ! THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 99 EVENING CLASSES. The evening classes in French, German and Logic were re- sumed this year, and in addition a class of Psychology was formed, the lectures being given in French and German by Professor Saint-Seine, in Logic and Psychology by Fr. M. L. Fortier. A class in English Rhetoric, although not on the regular schedule of evening classes, was conducted by Fr. Fleming, and was instructive and interesting, as the good at- tendance showed. FIRST YEAR HIGH CONTEST. Owing to the large number of students who entered the First Year High Class, it was necessary to divide the class into three sections. A, B and C. Naturally quite a spirit of rivalry arose between these sections, and it was decided to put their respective abilities to a test by means of a public contest. This was held in the hall on Monday, December 20th, in the presence of the other High School classes and their professors. The general contest was won by Mr. Wiesel’s boys — Section B — and the individual prize by John Quinn, of Section A. SENIOR TRIP TO WOODSTOCK. APRIL 13. The class of 1910 take this occasion to publicly express their sincere thanks to the President and Faculty of Woodstock College for inviting them to attend the public Defence in Philosophy and Theology which was held at Woodstock on April 13, and they also wish to express their appreciation of the favor which was conferred upon them by Fr. Rector in allowing them to absent themselves from Loyola on that date. The members of the class will always 100 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL cherish the memory of that day as one on which they received such an intellectual treat as is the good fortune of but few to receive. They wish it to be known also, that their gratitude extends itself to their friends in the community at Wood- stock, who made the day so pleasant a one for us, their privileged visitors. MAY DEVOTIONS. These are time-honored observances in the college, these gatherings around Our Lady’s Shrine to renew our love and trust in her. The exercises are most edifying and uplifting, and consist of an opening and closing hymn, the reading of a paper and the recitation of the Memorare. The following students had the highly esteemed privilege of reading papers at these exercises: Messrs. Leonard, Keller, Kearney, Foley, Bowes, Hanlon, Keelan, Carey, Baummer, Scanlan, Lardner, Doyle, Sybert, Bowers, J. Kelley, F. Doyle, George Renehan. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 101 l£lji0raii0 BY EDGAR ALLAN POE. (Latin Translation.) Vestibixs Claris equitabat hospes, Sole turn pleno, secus et per umbram, Jamdiu quaerens, hilare et canendo, Aurea regna. Ast eques fortis, senio premente, Tristis evasit, gravis atque corde, Nullibi cernens, specie petita, Aurea regna. Ac dein fractus viribus, vaganti Incidens umbrae, vehemeater ore Clamat, exquirens ubinam per orbem Terra beata. “ Alta trans lunae juga, valliumque “ Sede,’’ respondit sapienter umbra ; “ Avoles ! illic licet invenire Aurea regna ! ” By a veteran alumnus of Loyola College. HE Sodality of the Blessed Virgin under the guidance of Father Fortier now numbers among its members every student of the College Department. True to the standard set by the students of old Loyola for over a half century, its present members have a lively devotion for Our Lady. Through the kind permission of Father Rec- tor Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament was frequently given at the weekly meetings, Father Moderator officiating, and John H. T. Briscoe, ’10, and Edwin B. Kelly, TO, assisting. In his short but fervent talks. Father Fortier imparted many a lesson to the Sodalists, giving them Christian principles upon which to base their daily conduct — principles that will long be remembered after we have put aside our books and begun the battle of life. Per- haps the best example of the effect of our zealous Moderator’s teach- ings was had when the Sodalists attended Mass on Father Rector’s feast day, many of them receiving Holy Communion. The members take this occasion to acknowledge the letter of appreciation which was received from Father Rector, and also to thank him for the privileges which he granted us during the year. The officers of the Sodality for both terms were: Rev. Matthew L. Fortier, S. J., Moderator. Prefect — First term, John H. T. Briscoe, ’10; second term, Edwin L. C. Leonard, ’10. First Assistant — First term, Charles W. Lerch, ’ll; second term, Francis X. Kearney, ’ll. Second Assistant — First term, John J. Bowens, ’12; second term, Casimir P. Losinski, ’12. Secretary — First term, Edwin L. C. Leonard, ’10; second term, Ed- win B. Kelly, ’10. Instructorof Candidates — First term, Cyril A. Keller, ’10; second term, Cyril A. Keller. Sacristan — First term, T. Aquin Keelan, ’13; second term, T. Aquin Keelan, ’13. Organist — First term, William M. Nevins, ’10; second term, Wil- liam M. Nevins, ’10. Edwin L. C. Leonard, ’10. 102 ' HE Literary Society of the College, which meets weekly for the purpose of debate, has reason to rejoice when it reflects on the progress made during the past year. The aims of the organization have been to enlighten its members in subjects of interest, to enable them to use clear reasoning, and to encourage them to ascend the rostrum boldly and authoritatively, but with becoming modesty. These purposes were very happily kept in view by the members this year. Indeed, such interest was shown that even v hen the appointed speakers were excused for good cause, volunteers were always in evidence. During both terms the debates were lively and interesting. This was due to the good judgment of the Literary Committee in select- ing appropriate subjects, such as the “ Natural Gas ” question, the negro question in its various phases and the “ pros ” and “ cons ” for labor unions. Much praise is due to the speakers for their well-written and well-delivered debates. Shortly after the opening of the second term the preliminaries were held for the annual public debate. Twelve members entered the contest, and so equally were they matched that the judges whom the students had selected — Fathers Fleming and Brosnahan — found it somewhat difficult to determine upon the four speakers who were to participate in the public debate. The choice fell upon four members of the class of 1910 — Messrs. Leonard, Briscoe, Brown and Kelly. j!; :is The annual public debate was held on May 4th before a large and appreciative audience. The question was: “ Resolved, That the right of equal suffrage should be extended to the women of the United States.” Great interest was excited by this live topic, and the debate was attended by warm sympathizers with both sides. Several prominent suffragists of this city cam.e to hear the affirmatives support their cause. It was supported nobly 103 104 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and the negatives upheld heir views with equal ability and vigor. So strong were the arguments and so eloquently were they brought forward on both sides that no decision was given as to the merits of the debate as a whole. After an address by the chairman, Mr. Frederick H. Linthicum, in which he set forth the aims and progress of the Loyola Literary Society, Mr. Vachel Brown, the first affirmative, delivered an en- thusiastic defence of equal rights for women. With his arguments set off by an impassioned oratory, he appealed to the justice of his audience. Mr. Edwin B. Kelly, the first negative, rose to answer him and in a speech that paid glowing homage to woman, he estab- lished the ideal standing of the sex. Mr. John H. T. Briscoe, the second affirmative, won the audience by his crisp, sententious argu- ments, flavored with wit. When he concluded it appeared that he had entirely demolished the arguments of the negative side, but Mr. Edwin L. C. Leonard had yet to speak. Adopting a style that much resembled Mr. Briscoe’s, he met the enemy on their own ground and re-established point after point, driving them home by quotations from recognized authorities. He won the victory, for the committee of judges, consisting of Rev. John B. Creeden, S. J.; J. Ryan Devereux, M. D., and John F. Morris, LL. D., awarded the Jenkins gold medal to the second negative. The chairman, Mr. Morris, delivered an address that expressed the general sentiment of praise for the debaters. The musical pro- gram was an excellent one and furnished charming interludes to the oratorical strife of the debaters. C. S. L., ’ll. The last meeting of the Society, held on May 2nd, was entirely devoted to honoring the memories of three former presidents of Loyola, Messrs. Leonard, Kelly and Keller rendering excellent eulo- gies on Fathers Kelly, Morgan and Mullan, respectively. Mr. Briscoe read an interesting essay, entitled “ The Literary So- ciety; Retrospect and Prospect,” which was enthusiastically received. After the above speakers had finished a standing vote of thanks was tendered to Rev. Father Moderator for his energy in behalf of the Society, particularly in the matter of detailed criticism which he always had ready at hand. To the two presiding officers, Mr. Leonard, ’10, and Mr. Briscoe, ’10, much thanks and commendation are due both for their knowledge of the laws of the Society and the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 105 strong interest shown by them in every matter that tended to further the welfare of the Society. It is to be hoped that the Society will keep up to its present stand- ard. If it does, Loyola will continue to send forth men who need fear no opponent in the oratorical field. John J. Bowens, ’12. REV. RICHARD A. FLEMING, S. J., Moderator. Officers. President, Vice-President, Secretary, Treasurer, First Term. Edwin L. Leonard, ’10 Charles S. Lerch, ’ll Fred. H. Linthicum, ’12 John J. Bowens, ’12 Second Term. John H. Briscoe, ’10 Francis X. Kearney, ’ll John J. Bowens, ’12 Vachel J. Brown, ’10 iramattr Not?a. OFFICERS. Moderator — Mr. Edward P. Duffy, S. J. President — Edwin L. C. Leonard, ’10. Vice-President — Harry P. Galligher, ’ll. Secretary — John H. T. Briscoe, ’10. Treasurer — John Bowens, ’12. No society at the College has made more rapid strides during the past year than the Dramatic Association. With members well known for their skill in impersonation and their happy faculty of creating good, healthy fun for all, Mr. Duffy, the Moderator, gave the Loyola theater-goers the first treat of the season in the “ New College Boy.” While the play itself might have been better from a literary standpoint, it was the opinion of many in the audience that what the author had left out was amply filled in by the clever pantomine work of the cast. Judging from the applause that greeted Mr. Harry P. Gallagher upon his first appearance in the leading role of the “ College Boy,” he is still a great favorite among our patrons. Though playing a double role, that of a young financier and a lu- dicrous school-boy, two parts requiring diametrically opposite “ busi- 106 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ness,” not for a single moment was he off his guard, and his work was roundly applauded by the large audience. Mr. Charles Hill ably supported Mr. Galligher, and his stately demeanor as the gen- tlemanly college professor, in the midst of laughter from the audi- ence, showed talent, as was remarked by an able critic, well worthy of the professional stage. The part of a schemer and a double-faced purloiner of other folks’ gems is never a favorite with the audience, yet viewed from an artistic standpoint, Mr. Cyril A. Keller as the “ gentleman of finance ” displayed a gilt-edged piece of acting and cleverly balanced the plot of the comedy. Mr. W. Paul Brown, as his son, a young college sport, was well received and his scenes with the outraged Dr. Candy were well acted. It is seldom that a new arrival at Loyola is given so good a chance for displaying his ability as a Thespian as was offered Mr. Harry Gill in the part of Bullock Major, a young tough of the school. While his work was not up to the standard reached only by careful training, he showed great promise and we regret that he is no longer among our number. Last but not least comes Farmer Stubbles, whose only purpose seemed to be revenge, and this was cleverly brought out by Mr. John H. T. Briscoe in his first appearance before the Loyola footlights in a comedy role. As to our second production, the dual scene from “ The Rivals” and the “ Critic,” that is ably criticised in another part of the Annual. The Dramatic Association takes this occasion for again thanking its generous patrons for their hearty support. In reviewing the pro- ductions of this year from a financial standpoint we feel safe in say- ing that it has been a banner year in the history of the Association. It is to our tireless Moderator, Mr. Duffy, that we owe the greater part of our success, and we feel we could have no more fitting close to these notes than to offer him our heartfelt thanks for all he has done for us. Edwin L. C. Leonard, ’10. ARCTIC NOTES ' HE year of 1909-1910 has been a banner year im athletics for Loyola. Never before in the history of the College has there been so much talent displayed along these lines, and now Loyola can boast of its physical as well as mental training. The football team though short-lived gave promise of being a live factor in the race for the local interscholastic championship. The order for disbanding, issued by Father Rector after the fatal accident of the Georgetown- Virginia game, came as a sudden blow to the pigskin enthusiasts ' . The best thing that can be said of the basketball team is that it wrested the interscholastic championship from its old rival — City Cillege — defeating the Howard Street School both at the City Col- lege and in the Loyola gym before large and enthusiastic crowds. The Athletic Association extends it congratulations to the team and its tireless manager, Mr. Henry Noeth. Although the College was not represented by a baseball nine, no less than six teams from the High School played two and three games a week. These youngsters give great promise and it is hoped that an athletic field will be secured next year which Loyola can call its own. Track athletics is making rapid strides and much interest was aroused, particularly among the High School students in the indoor meets held in the gym during the winter and in the spring meets at Patterson Park. The tennis tournaments held under the management of George Loden, H. S. ’12, displayed much talent and it is hoped, too, that the racket wieiders will have their own courts next season. Every Friday afternoon a band of marksmen known as the Loyola Rifle Club held their weekly practice at the Richmond Market Arm- ory. The club wishes to express its thanks to Major Fort for the interest he took in the students. The officers of the Athletic Association for the year 1909-1910 were: Mr. Louis J. Young, S. J., Moderator; Edwin L. C. Leonard, 107 108 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL President; John Burke, Vice-President; John H. T. Briscoe, Secre- tary; Jerome Joyce, Treasurer. The captains of the various teams were: Football, J. Edgar Gans; Basketball, College, J. Stanislaus Cook; High School, George A. Tormey. Edwin L. C. Leonard, 10. ' J ' HE Loyola High School Basketball team, following in the foot- steps of the ’Varsity team, made an excellent record for the season of 1909-1010, winning 9, losing 3 and tieing 1 of their games. The tie game should surely have been a victory for the Loyola boys, as they were in better condition at the end of playing time than their opponents. The team consisted of the same players as last season with the exception of Schiavone, who was lost by graduation. Loyola High School played some of the best teams of their size in the city, defeating easily all except the Garretts, who seemed to be an in- evitable stumbling block. The first time Loyola met them, the game ended in a 17-17 tie. Loyola was defeated in the second game by the score of 21-14. Another game that seemed to occupy a great deal of attention was the one with the Georgetown “ Preps,” which Loyola lost by a few points after a strenuous and uphill struggle. The team was composed of the following students: F. J. Jones, right forward; G. A. Tormey, left forward (capt.); J. H. Joyce, center; G. A. Baummer, right defence; A. Baummer and H. Clark, left de- fence. Loyola scored 307 points to their opponents’ 183. RECORD OF GAMES. Loyola High School, 12; Tuxedos, 8: Loyola High School, 12; Calverts, 3. Loyola High School, 17; Garretts, 17. Loyola High School, 24; Central Y. M. C. A. Intermeds., 26. Loyola High School, 21; Central Y. M. C. A. Intermeds., 8. Loyola High School, 13; Belmonts, 1. Loyola High School, 37; Apaches, 1. Loyola High School, 27; West Branch Y. M. C. A. Intermeds., 18. Loyola High School, 33; Calverts, 12. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 109 Loyola High School, 22; Georgetown “Preps,” 27. Loyola High School, 14; Garretts, 21. Loyola High School, 32; Young Men’s Association, 16. Loyola High School, 39; Central Y. M. C. A. Bus. Boys, 25. George A. Tormey, H. S. ’10, Manager. ’Haraitg Saak t-ball ' J HERE has never been a team that has represented Loyola in the athletic world which has achieved the success of the basket- ball team of 1910 and 1911. The five students who started on their uphill battle for the Intercollegiate championship of Baltimore are still together and this year their efforts were crowned with success when they defeated the five of the Baltimore City College, the great rivals of Loyola and champions of the city for nearly fifteen years. Those acquainted with the team will notice a peculiar fact — the first year the game was played at the College the team lost every game on its schedule. The following year they succeeded in win- ning three games and scored several points on the champions. The third year, however, they won every game scheduled with local teams with the exception of that with the City College team, to whom they lost the championship by only one goal. This season they have defeated every team in Baltimore that could withstand a fight with Loyola and won two overwhelming victories over, City College, and are now justly styled the champions of Baltimore. The schedule was divided into two parts, the Interclub, lasting from the first of October until Christmas and the Inter-Collegiate, from Christmas until the first of March. In the Interclub schedule the team won every game with ease, scoring 337 points to 107. In the College games they lost to the Navy, Gallaudet and St. John’s College and the Friend’s School, of Washington. The season opened up with the Alumni team in the Loyola gym- nasium. The Alumni played a brilliant game and in the early part of the game forged into the lead, but the College boys, through superior condition won the game with the score of 261 to 19. The rest of the Interclub schedule was a continual round of vic- tories for the College team and it closed its schedule on December 110 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 10, 1909, when it defeated the Bethany Sunday School team 40 to 6. The first collegiate game of the season was played with the Col- lege of Physicians and Surgeons, but the doctors met defeat at the hands of the College team by the score of 55 to 16. In the Naval Academy game the Loyola boys were doomed to meet their first defeat, and in an interesting contest which, how- ever, in the second half developed into a one-sided affair, the Mid- shipmen were the victors 36 to 10. After this game the team v ent stale and was hardly able to defeat Mount St. Mary’s where basketball was being played this season for the first time. After the first half the Loyola boys braced themselves and suc- ceeded in winning from the Mountaineers by the score of 35 to 23. On the following Saturday the team met the five of the Wash- ington Friends School in their gymnasium. The room was so small that it was possible to shoot a goal from the opposite basket. The Friends boys, knowing the advantage of their gymnasium, won out by two points. The night of the samei day Loyola played the deaf mutes of Gal- laudet College. In the first five minutes of play Loyola ran up 22 points, while their opponents had not scored, but the game in the afternoon began to tell on them and the Gallaudet team soon caught up. Three extra halves had to be played to decide the winners and the Gallaudet boys won by the score of 39 to 36. The game at Annapolis with St. John si College was in all proba- bility the best game of the season. In the first half the teams were neck and neck and the score at the end was 15 to 13 in favor of the College team; but in the second half the Annapolis boys ran up 24 points, making the score 37 to 19 in their favor. The final game of the season was played in the Loyola gymnasium with City College. Knowing what was at stake the home team went into the game with vigor and scored point after point. The first half ended 12 to 3 in favor of Loyola; the former champions were unable to score a field goal. In the second half City College man- aged to score 13 points. W. Henry Noeth, 11, Manager. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Hi The scores for the various games are as follows: Loyola, 26; Alumni, 19. Loyola, 20; Seventh Baptist Sunday School, 15. Loyola, 36; O’Neills, 9. Loyola, 55; Physicians and Surgeons, 16. Loyola, 31; Belmont Athletic Club, 14. Loyola, 16; Sterling Athletic Club, 15. Loyola, 53; Hamilton Athletic Club, 0. Loyola, 40; Bethany Sunday School, 6. Loyola, 39; O’Neils, 3. Loyola, 44; Sterling Athletic Club, 19. Loyola, 10; U. S. Naval Academy, 36. Loyola, 28; Baltimore City College, 18. Loyola, 35; Mount St. Mary’s College, 23. Loyola, 24; Friends’ School of Washington, 26. Loyola, 36; Gallaudet College, 39. Loyola, 19; St. John’s College, 37. Loyola, 22; Baltimore City College, 16. SENIOR. J. H. T. B. The glorious, unapproachable holder of the corn-row hopping title, ' for which feat he wears an invisible belt. A friend to be appreciated; and hospitable beyond compare. Though he is good company, you might as well try to change the expression of the sphinx as to try to get J. B. to “fuss.” An essay specialist. “Oh! Gee! let up! ” V. J. B. He has a natural predisposition for yellow houses. He lives at Roland Park, paying an occasional visit to the “ old folks ” at his childhood’s home in Catonsville. Has a way of soliciting that no one can resist. — “You’re done whistlin’.” E. A. C. Made a bet that he could borrow cigarettes for a week; and he won. As languid as a heifer and as “ skinny as a reed bird.” Puts one in mind of an electrict pendulum when he works. Some- one called him Beau Brummel once, but they needed glasses. — “ Honest truth!” J. A. G. The only man who ever fell asleep while E. B. K. was in the room. Never opens his mouth any more in class. An ardent writer, but having become enamored of simplified spelling it would take the analytic mind of a Poe to decipher what J. A. G. has writ- ten. — “ Goodness gracious! ” C. A. K. Oh, my! The man with the aesthetic look. The user of alliteration to the everlasting amusement of W. M. N. President of the astronomy social. The German dictionary of ethics class, and chief of the research department. — “Great balls o’ mud!” E. B. K. “ Vesuvius; ” always spouting. The universal Peace Maker; has always a store of ready talk, which acts as soothing balm to aching hearts. Ha! Ha! Knows more about your business in ten minutes than the police could find out by means of the third degree. Still smokes “clippings.” — “R-Rotten!” E. K. L. “ Scotty ” offers fifty cents reward for the return of a lost suit of black hair, and information concerning a hair rejuvenator that will grow raven locks. “ Aw, me lawd, he hath the Thespian’s 112 joWi. H l. ' Vn- ' viv-ov ' LOYOLA XS5 Ata� THE CLASS OF NINETEEN HUNDRED AND TEN. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 113 stride.” Wanted to go to the circus, but we were afraid he’d get hurt. — “ Aw, go ’way! ” E. L. C. L. “ Gypy Smith,” the news-monger, who can do two things at once; but how? We don’t know. The fuzzy-pated wonder, who aroused the ire of the suffragettes. Takes a great interest in French literature. A convincing talker and interesting writer. Always carries a voluminous roll of paper. We opened it once, but alas! it was all blank. — “ Stop your foolin’ and let that alone!” W. M. N. A veritable little “ dapper daisy.” He has been chasing a few elusive and annoying Greek and Latin verbs to their lair lately. The nifty boy with the Chesterfieldian air. The leader of the senior national band and economic mandolin club. “ Mozart ” can play some! — “Aw, go on. JUNIOR CLASS. He conception of these two bugs may be seen any morning of the school year at Loyola College at 9 A. M. With all due apologies to everyone concerned, we, two of the distorted craniums, present our little original and unique production. Kearney Foley (Inc.) JUNIOR CLASS vs. PRINCIPLES OF REASON. Game called at 9 A. M. Umpire, Father Fortier. Assistant Umpire, Professor Saint Seine. Junior Class. Clark, rf. and manager... Kearney, 2b. and captain Foley, c Lerch, p Brown, lb Walsh, ss Galligher, 3b Burke, If Ayd, cf Principles of Reason. Jouin, p. and manager. Principle of Contradiction, c. Principle of Identity, lb. Principle of Casualty, 2b. Principle of Sufficient Reason, ss. Principle of No Mean, 3b. Principle of Agreement, If. Principle of Disagreement, rf. Objective Evidence (a ringer). Time, 8.45 A. M. Scene, Junior Class Room. Grounndkeeper Neuner on the quasi-diamond raking up mutilated syllogisms from yesterday’s struggle, and preparing the field for the approaching combat. 8 114 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Groundkeeper Neuner has been working hard on the muddy soil of Junior field and from latest reports the Teutonic prodigy will turn out a diamond equal to any in the Majori Logic League. This Knight of the Broom, by extensive research work in the laboratory, has discovered a solution that will allay dust and kill denizen weeds. He’ll need it in Junior Class. Press Agent Noeth prowling around getting news from Manager Clark and writing his line-up for the evening paper. Press Agent Noeth has been of great assistance to Manager Clark, helping the groundkeeper, boosting the team in the paper, and acting as sub- stitute scorekeeper. The big contest itself we are forbidden to publish. The following extracts were taken from the press agent’s report of this great con- test, and now for the first time are presented to the public: THE EXTRACTS. Clark. The nifty manager of the Junior aggregation and right gardner; picks syllogisms off his shoe strings and figures promi- nently in the batting averages — our synonym for monthly marks — has clean fielding record and has more than once led his team to victory over Jouin’s fast youngsters. Kearney. The ’lite second baseman, eats up everything that comes his way and does deadly work with the salary stick. Has thrown out more principles than any man on the team (false principles). In this young “ phenom ” Manager Clark has a great find. Foley. Pride of Go vans. Trained by the immortal Nick Maddox. Can catch everything coming his way. But often has a hole in his bat to let through bad syllogisms and false propositions. Charley can hold the pitcher’s syllogisms when it comes to receiving. Lerch. Long, lean and lanky twirler, can eat up all parabolic curves that Jouin can serve up. Was never known to be out of con- dition on account of superfluous flesh. Tried running once, but the gym was too small for him. Charley has something on the pro- verbial camel, and can go through the eye of a needle with the greatest ease. But Charley is the only player with a perfect batting average. Brown. William Paul, Jr., loves to tell his fair friends about the national game, and plays at first base to be near the grandstand. Often stops the game to laugh at some ancient joke. Manager Clark threatened to fire him if he doesn’t show up better in the finals. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 115 Still, Paul is the sport of the class, and a good drawing card with the feminine sex. Walsh. The sphinx-like shortstop. The sleeping wonder, the dis- ciple of silence. Many a time and oft had James been found asleep at the bag. Would rather let a syllogism bounce off his head-piece than get out of the way. But when given the proper amount of gin- ger Jimmy shows fast form and has the! groundkeeper busy supply- ing him with the fuzzy stuff. Still, James is a strong addition to our team and Manager Clark has already mailed him a contract for next year. Galligher. The string-bean type of third baseman. Fast, lazy and unconcerned. Never learns the rules of our game nor ever cares to learn them. Scoops up everything in sight when he is in con- dition, which is seldom. Catonsville accounts for that. Yet Harry is a good fellow and keeps Junior in theatrical talent. Burke. The cowboy fielder. Thinks a ball diamond is a Western prairie and every grounder a bucking broncho. Has muffed more analytical fl ies than we can count. Sworn enemy of logic and deadly foe of all philosophy. Shoots syllogisms on sight and is eternally teasing our revered groundkeeper. But John’s all right and we all like him. Ayd. Teutonic fly-juggler. Second cousin to Bismarck. The eternal bad argument starter. Cavorts around our little diamond and keeps the groundkeeper busy. Has a habit of springing good — bad jokes, which habit we are fast breaking George of. But then. Junior or no other class, for that matter, could get along without F. X. Kearney and C. Foley. SOPHOMORE (a la Tennyson). W. A. B. “ For always roaming with a hungry heart.” “ Nightly ‘ stew fed.’ ” W. J. B. “Let us alone.” “Why should we only toil?” “His voice was thin as voices from the grave.” J. J. B. “ It may be he will touch the happy isle.” “ Is there confusion in the little isle?” E. H. B. “ That we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.” “ I am become a name.” E. J. H. “ Let us swear an oath and keep it.” “ Steaming up a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong.” 116 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL J. T. H. “ He moans ’round with many voices.” F. H. L. “ I will drink life to the lees.” (Who’s afraid to go home in the dark?) C. P. L. “ To follow knowledge like a sinking star ” (and he has caught it) “ and sweet it was to dream of Fatherland.” F. F. R. “ The flower ‘ sits frightened ’ in his place.” J. F. R. “Likes a downward smoke” (or any other kind). A. A. L. “And sweet it were to dream.” FRESHMAN. J. C. B. Somebody says that when J. C. B. has nothing else to do he comes to school. Generally whiles away the springtime hours in peaceful day-dreaming. “ Awake, arise, or be forever fallen, Jimmy. J. A. C. Freshman’s Combination (Dictionary and Encyclopedia). Philosophical quizzer of 1913. Study’s most bitter antagonist. Still Joe manages to head the list when it comes to English. A. W. D. Our new acquisition. Still labors under the impression that class begins at 9.15. Tardy, but good-natured, and we like every bone in big A. D.’s head. T. A. K. Silk Sock Sam, the Slick Sleuth. Since T. A. lately as- sumed the manly garb, he has a peculiar weakness for changeable silk socks. Scours all Baltimore in his search for new effects. Now and then astounds the class with a sudden burst of learning. A. C. R. The German “Comedian?” Hails from Highlandtown (and proud of it). Claims that Baltimore will soon be annexed to that burg. Has a tendency to pretend vast knowledge. H. E. S. The inexhaustible treasurer. Gallantly meets all finan- cial demands. Arrived from Philadelphia over two years ago and still shows the effects. W. I. W. A resident of that suburban municipality, “ Govans.” Vehemently declares that they have a mayor. Our acknowledged “ synonymist.” Amuses himself by teasing J. W. But Bill is the life of Freshman. J. W. The Stoic. Sedate member of Freshman. Habits unknown. Unanimously regarded as a burner of midnight oil, which he insists on denying. But what would become of Freshman without J. W? So cheer up, John! H. E. S., ’13. THE HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATING CLASS, NINETEEN HUNDRED AND TEN. Iftglj rl|nnl ®ttin nf iUan. (Imitation of Charles Lamb.) 1 HE human species, ever changing and progressing, is now, according to the best theory I can form of it, di- vided into two great races— the men who ride (in automo- biles) and the men who walk. Under these two original divisions may be included all other classifications of color and nationality — the Mongolians, Americans, Zulus and Arabs. The infinite superiority of the former, which I dare to call the great race, is evident in their carriage, their de- portment and even in their speech. The latter are born de- graded. They are suspicious, nervous and excited, contrast- ing greatly with the pleasant, easy-going manner of the latter. What a careless, happy life doth the rider live! with what suavity of manner doth he glide through life, breaking all speed records, and bowling over the common herd, as if they were but tenpins. He hath a true disregard for all the dis- tinctions between the two classes, and he speeds just as easily through the crowded thoroughfare as along the broad speed- way. His proceedings have such a cheerful, condescending air. Far different is he from those low-minded cabbies, who try to run you down, and then ask your pardon in mock-polite- ness. He steereth his auto straight at you, smiling all the while, and, hit or miss, he tumbleth you with no excuse. He confineth himself to no set class, or sex, scattering the bab- bling spinsters from the “ Old Women’s Home ” with as 117 118 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL much pleasure as he sendeth the busy skyward, or lifteth the crying child over a nearby fence. In vain the victim whom he delighteth to honor struggleth against fate; he is caught, he cannot escape. Therefore I abjure thee, be hit cheerfully. O man, destined to be hit, keep thy wits about thee, that thou may St land lightly and easily. Resist not Destiny, but when thou seest the proper authority coming, meet it unflinchingly, willingly. See how light he makes of it. Strain not courtesies with a noble enemy. I was inspired to write this dissertation by the death of David Oldfield, whose soul sped on its last journey on Wed- nesday last, dying, as he had lived, speedily and unexpect- edly. He boasted himself a descendant from the great money kings of the same name; nor did his actions belie his noble pretensions. Early in life he found himself endowed with ample stores of jingling coins, some of which he immediately invested in that great symbol of the well-to-do, a buzz-wagon. In his triumphant progress throughout the land it has been computed that he helped a tithe of the population on theii journey towards Heaven — at least he sent them as far as he could in that direction. These calculations I reject as exag- gerated, but having had the pleasure of accompanying my friend on some of his journeys, I admit I was greatly aston- ished at the number of persons who claimed an acquaintance with us. One day he explained this to me. It seems that they v ere his vassals; his good friends (as he called them), whom he had condescended to elevate from this mundane sphere and give a pleasant ride through aerial space. Their numbers did not embarrass him; indeed, he took pleasure in reckoning them. He never lacked victims. When he did need new ones the first person who fell in with him, or rather, got in front of him, friend or foe, acquaintance or stranger, was pressed into service, and returned to Mother Earth a few moments later THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 119 with a feeling of joy and gladness that he had been of use to such a man. For David had an undeniable way with him. He possessed a gay, smiling face, a quick eye, a steady hand. He antici- pated no excuse, and found none. And therefore I leave it to the reader to say whether it is not more repugnant to his kindly nature to escape the tires of such a one as I am de- scribing than to glide unharmed from beneath the wheels of the aforementioned cabby. August J. Bourbon, H. S., ’10. 3mx ®’01lnrk. OT a very promising subject, is it? Yet our Professor, in his eagerness to develop our thinking muscles, as- signed us this subject without more explanation for an essay. Moreover he did not even confine us to A. M. or P. M. As I have to write a real experience, however, I must of neces- sity confine myself to the post-meridian hour. My experi- ences at the morning hour are for the most part too monoto- nous, for I was never known, even by accident, to be awake at that unhallowed hour. But even four o’clock P. M. is not much more inspiring. At most it is a dull time of day in every branch of business, for then the hands of the clock seem to move as if crippled with rheumatism. There is one place, however, a college in an Eastern State, where four o’clock is considered the most important time of day. It exerts an influence over the rest of the twenty-four hours, and how it accomplishes this you will be pleased, I am sure, to learn. The event of the day is announced with befitting ceremony. The boys are at play in every square foot of a big campus, 120 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and a kaleidoscope is a tame and useless metaphor to describe their motions. Suddenly the deep tones of a bell are heard, and tennis rackets half way down in a stroke break their curve and drop to the grounds. Legs lifted in a race to bases are lowered and their direction changed at the sound of that wonderful bell. All faces are turned in one direction for a moment and the next bodies are rushing from all parts of the campus to a single unimportant-looking place, the door of a gymnasium. In less than a minute over three hundred boys are doing their utmost to do what a thoughtless writer might term “ to stand in line.” But these do not stand ; they wriggle, turn, push and pull “ in line.” And then, the look of expectation that six hundred eyes fasten on that door! The expectancy with which an audi- ence awaits the raising of the curtain on a first night perform- ance is indeed expressive, but that does not suit our subject. The nervousness aroused by waiting in the ante-room of a king for presentation at court is more expressive, but even this does not portray the feeling throbbing along that squirm- ing line. There is but one instance we might venture to say is parallel, and that is when these same boys line along the fence of a baseball ground watching for the first sign of a door-keeper to put an end to their three hours’ wait. To the eyes of the three hundred that are still struggling “ in line ” there comes very soon the longed-for spectacle. Two boys appear from within the door of the gymnasium carrying large baskets on their arms. The basket is opened with solemnity on the steps, the lid is removed by them with all the dignity befitting their importance in the eyes of the three hundred before them. The line begins its forward motion, and as the first boy reaches the sacred baskets he plunges in his hand, draws something out and, turning, dashes back to a place behind the last in the waiting line. After the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 121 line has gone past once and has about half finished on its second course, the guardians of the basket replace the lid and retire within the sanctuary of the gymnasium. The un- finished half of the line follow them with disappointed eyes; the finished portions depart in exultation. For the one has but one, the other two, fresh, warm sugar buns that are dis- tributed daily at precisely four o’clock. Jerome H. Joyce, H. S., ’10. ©ni0 g tuba«tH. MONO the numerous species of students that have fre- quented colleges from the time the first scientific or classical institution opened its doors to the world, in all col- legiate destinies two types especially have enacted their part with satisfaction. Those who possess and cultivate that sort of virtue, that indefinable quality of manliness generally known as “ college spirit ” are the representatives of the first type and the second class comprises those who know little of such an admirable virtue. Separately we shall treat of each class. Who is that student, you will ask, characterized by the buoyancy of budding youth, who is romping among his class- mates and with puerile agility and merry laugh is constantly escaping from and becoming ensnared in the tricks his jovial companions lay for him? Who is he that tends to every im- portant matter with the accuracy and attention of a business man? What impels that stalwart athlete, that indefatigable captain, that fleet mass of muscle and padding to tear with terrific speed along the gridiron? With pigskin in tight em- brace he grovels in the dust. Another second he darts with ball, shoves and plunges through the seething eleven, then towards the side line, then again in the opposite direction he 122 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL dashes, and with irresistible pluck through clouds of rising dust, in and out of that determined and overheated labyrinth of players he runs and finally reaches that much-coveted prize, the goal. Again you inquire who that perspiring youth is who is cheering and waving his pennant wildly, who in his en- thusiasm often remounts and dismounts and nearly topples over the board separating the crowd from the contestants. The answer to all these inquiries, the cause of all this energy and courage is contained in those two simple words “ college spirit,’’ which imply a meaning known to and centered in the heart of every true college student. The friendship of such boys should always be desired. Beware, however, of him whose qualities lack this admira- ble virtue. Beware of the student who infects the surround- ing atmosphere; who relates his wonderful adventures with pompous egotism; who willingly and promptly shares in the praises of others; who believes in supremacy or nothing and whose faith in his college abilities would not so much as move the slightest obstruction save mountainous obstacles. His society engagements (that is, his nocturnal promenades on Charles street and his daily visits to a nickel theatre or moving picture parlor) prevent him from appearing at all college engagements. Rehearsing plays is not advised by most physicians as cures for cephalo-algia. To him, who is ac- customed to the quietude of Baltimore street and its vicinity, noisy college halls are harmful to their tender nen es and often cause a nervous breakdown. Such excuses as the pre- vious are always premeditated and ante-bellum in age. The student without college spirit is like unto the glorious Alexander and goeth about ‘‘ deceiving and to deceive.” Be- hold how he deceiveth his simple-minded professors; how he convinceth the students of his popularity; how he telleth the magnanimous prefect how his head acheth; how his side THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 123 acheth. His vocabulary of aches never is exhausted. His high voice always ringeth through the corridors except on Report Day. Then the ache, a foreseen ache from parental chastisement, taketh hold of him and becometh more and more painful. Ah! Reginald, beware lest your ache becomes rheumatic. Such are the traits of the second species. Thus, gentle reader, you understand the vast difference be- tween the tw’O species. While one is striving for the glory of the college, the other is through lukewarmness and negli- gence by degrees tearing its banners from the pinnacles of athletic and classical fame. Still, in honoring the former, the student with college spirit, let us not neglect the other lest his ache might become chronic. A. J. Harrison, H. S., ’10. Agfa on iJIt Siogal. KE sun had risen and looked in pleasure on multitudes wending their ways to church, and then in a short time shone again on those same people who, homeward bound, were happy in the knowledge of a duty well performed. As the day advanced the sun became warmer until between the hours of noon and three in the afternoon the heat was most oppressive. But as the hour hand neared five the hot beams graduall} cooled and at once the promenaders began to make their appearance along Mount Royal avenue and Terrace. This v ell-kept public v ay seems to be the Mecca, especially on Sunday after five o’clock, for young and old, rich and poor, individuals, couples and parties. Standing at the en- trance to Druid Hill Park, one is able to see passing in life that which Shakespeare has painted so vividly for us, “ The Seven Ages of Man.” 124 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Children can be seen along the Terrace. These personi- fications of spring do credit to the Author of all that is good and beautiful. There are some who do not as yet have to burden their brains with anything which might remind them of school, and their joyous faces brighten one, no matter how serious a case of “ blues ” he may be stricken with. To this class might be added the boy or girl of sixteen, the boys “ making eyes at a girl ” and the girls acting very foolishly. Then again there are others of this age who walk along very sedately or at least in a manner which to them appears “very proper.” A young man who was very ambitious both at love and work often made his appearance along the avenue. There was a young lady of a loving nature and she wished to meet a young gentleman who would reciprocate. The former and the latter became acquainted. Result: Love at first sight. They took to the Terrace “ as ducks take to water ” and every Sunday they were to be seen in that section. This continued for two or three years; then the happy couple remained out of sight for three years. But when they made their reappearance they were accompanied not by a chap- eron, not by a friend, nor even a former schoolmate, but by a monarch; in fact, a tyrant before which all the world bends — a little “ tot ” scarcely able to walk. The serious-minded man of business comes next. To one however unskilled in the study of nature his earnestness is at once apparent and his quick, snappy step portrays much more clearly his ability to transact the most intricate busi- ness with an aptitude found only in such a man. His de- cisive manner demonstrates beyond a doubt his swift, un- erring judgment. The place vv here he passed is vacant only a few moments, for it is ably filled by an elderly gentleman whose high ideals. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 125 which distinguish him from other men, are discernible in his whole person. His courtesy, which every action exhib- its; his prudence, which can be seen even by the uncouth; his friendly look, bestowed so graciously on the child at his side, and most of all the unconscious condescension in be- coming interested in the affairs of his youthful companion, remind one of the patriarchs of old. But now an invalid’s chair can be seen approaching. The occupant is evidently over eighty years of age, for it seems that he is unable to walk any distance. His white hair, now fast thinning; his sunken eyes, which are dimmed from the youthful folly of burning the midnight oil when at school; his hands, bony through excessive toil and especially on ac- count of age — all serve to make one realize how quickly the winter of life comes. In this way the endless procession of the “ Seven Ages ” continues until late in the night. Harry Quinn, H. S., ’10. Ilamb. We ate roasted lamb With the greatest delight. Though all eight preferred ham. We ate roasted lamb. Some days later, by jam ! In a scholarly plight. We eight “ roasted ” Lamb With the greatest delight. August J. Bourbon, H. S., ’10. 126 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL HE supreme sway of corruption is one of the greatest evils of our times. Socialism, atheism and all their accompanying ills are undermining the state and estranging men’s hearts from God; while the cancerous and insatiable monster even enters the family life in the shape of divorce. Graft has successfully usurped old-time honesty’s place. Im- moral literature and indecent plays, unfortunately, are rapidly increasing, and, sad to say, no blush of shame is brought to the cheek of those who delight in the portrayal of all that is low and degrading. Egotistical men, supposedly learned, boldly bring forth theories that are blasphemies to their Al- mighty Creator, and profanations of what is most sacred. These evils are the effect of the world’s disregarding that simple truth, which the Catholic Church has always main- tained, that there is no true education without religion. The Church naturally looks to the college-bred man to remedy the situation, for persons of a minor education are oftentimes overpowered through ignorance. It is through him that the world itself, realizing in m.ore repentant moments the abyss of sin into which it has fallen, expects deliverance. It, therefore, behooves the Catholic college-man to secure a sound education in the sciences so that his word m3.y have the same authority as his scientific but less religiously en- lightened brother, with whom he is to contend. It is also incumbent upon the present college student to diligently employ his time, so that he too may in turn join the ranks of the modern Crusaders, who as those of old en- deavored to save to the Church temporal possessions, will not only endeavor, but succeed, with God’s help, in coping with the Church’s enemies, disproving false teachings, stamp- ing out the spirit of irreligion, and above all in preserving that priceless treasure — the Faith of our Fathers. John Lardner, H. S., ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 127 (An Auto Story.) TV iT R. SCHNEIDER had been busy all morning reading his mail, which he took good care not to allow Mrs. Schnei- der to see. When Mrs, Schneider called him for dinner, he came without delay, but she could see that something was going to happen, though she showed no signs of curiosity. During dinner little was said, until Mr. Schneider began : “ Mrs. Schneider,’’ he said, “ I have been thinking seriously about buying an automobile. If we had one around this place, consider for a moment what we would save, how many car fares we would avoid and how often we could ride out in style. It’s no wonder folks nowadays die so young, walking and get- ting crippled feet and having their system thrown out of order by the shaking they receive in those blooming trolley cars. If everyo ne had a touring car, why folks would live twice as long.” ‘‘ Providing the touring car would not explode or refuse to go while crossing a railroad,” ejaculated Mrs. Schneider. ‘‘ Confound it,” yelled Mr. Schneider, “ when I am speaking I don’t want to be interrupted. That is just like a woman; when man is contemplating heaven woman steps in and re- minds him of the deep, dank regions of — oh, I don’t know where. Of course, if I were to come home here and talk to you about something in the papers headed ‘ Bargains ’ per- haps you might listen to me. But when a man tries to get right down to business and talk sensibly to a woman he might as well try to talk to Mars.” ‘‘ Mr. Schneider, have you ever seen a touring car? ” asked Mrs. Schneider quietly. 128 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ Look here, woman,” he shouted, “ remember whom you are speaking to. Do I look like an idiot? ” “ I have not called anyone an idiot,” retorted Mrs. Schneider, “ but I ask you, have you considered the prices of a touring car and the corresponding expenses, together with the risk and danger of one’s life? ” Mr. Schneider remained silent and continued eating. “ To lun a touring car it would be necessary to have a chauffeur; his salary would be high, we should be obliged to have a license, a new tire once in a while, gasoline, too, and a half a hundred other requisites that I could mention, and worst of all,” con- tinued Mrs. Schneider, “ we might be blown into shreds by the explosion of gasoline.” “ That’s enough,” cried Mr. Schneider, springing to his feet ; I have stood this long enough. A man can’t come home and enjoy a peaceful evening any more unless he is scoffed at and called an idiot and everything else.” With this he donned hat and coat and hurried out into the street. A few minutes later the door bell rang. Mrs. Schneider has- tened to see who it might be. When she opened the door there lay Mr. Schneider prostrated on a stretcher borne by two men. “ Madame,” said one of them, “ your husband has just been struck by an auto.” Mrs. Schneider shuddered and said nervously : “ Hurry ! come right in.” They placed Mr. S. on a couch, where he remained motionless, with his eyes closed and hands fixed. Suddenly he groaned and said : “ Mrs. Schneider — say, Mrs. Schneider. Don’t send me to a hospital; put me in the insane asylum. I’m an idiot. No autos for me.” William F. Sauer, H. S., ’ll. J. Tearney. Jas. Vaeth. I. Bolton. C. G. Owings. F. J. Wiers. Ray Wagner. A. Buchness. J. Morris, Mgr. W. J. Keating. B. J. Finnegan. Jno. Quinn. HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL TEAM. Jerome H. Joyce, Jr. George Baummer. George A. Tormey. Frank Jones. Henry Clarke. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 129 A Snlltng qUCCESS means persistent work, plodding and persever- ance. A person who goes lightly from one pursuit to another, without paying much attention to any, but carried on by the fanciful illusion that each new thought is a dash to success, plants the seed of failure, for “ A rolling stone cannot gather moss.” We will be impressed with the truth of this proverb if we consider the case of my friend, Joe Meyer, who possessed everything a boy could desire and yet was of such a restless disposition that he could not concentrate his energies upon anything. He did not like school and tired even of play. Suddenly he formed the resolution of becoming a farmer and, having received the permission of his father, he set out for the country full of enthusiasm. A few days after his arrival the farmer who employed him said, “ Hurry, Joe; a storm is coming. Rake up that hay,” Joe did not fancy hurrying and this made him dissatisfied, and after a few similar disagreeable orders he threw down his rake and went home, as he decided that farming was not so pleasant after all. Being repri manded by his father, Joe told him that he liked commercial life and wanted a position as an office boy. Through his father’s influence he succeeded in getting with the large grocery firm of Miller Elright. For several days Joe was very much pleased, then he began to get careless. One day he was sent to the postoffice and just as he returned Mr. Miller asked him to go again to mail an important letter. ‘‘ Oh! ” drawled Joe; ‘‘ I can’t be running to the postoffice ail the time. I’m tired of this.” So he decided he did not want to be an office boy and began to look around for some- 9 130 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL thing else. He then tried a machine shop, but the work was too hard ; then a drug store, but the hours were too long. So he kept on trifling until he reached manhood and then he found that everyone refused to employ him because of his want of persistence and perseverance. Happily he learned to do better and now his favorite say- ing is “ A rolling stone gathers no moss,’’ and he often quotes these words of Owen Meredith : “ A man who seeks one thing in life and but one May hope to achieve it before life be done ; But he who seeks all things wherever he goes Only reaps from the hopes that around him he sows — A harvest of barren regrets.” J. Bart Muth, H. S., ’ll. A “ Johnny,” said Teacher McGee, “ Take this note to your mother for me.” He took it, ’tis true. But tore it in two ' ' In the shade of the old apple tree.” Arrell B. Hoblitzell, H. S., ’ll. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 131 Qmrmtx WnB lltaa. (An Animal Story.) yr ANY years ago, in a quiet little valley, amid the foot- lYJL Qf Swiss Alps, there nestled a small Bene- dictine Abbey. Among the hooded monks who inhabited the old pile was one young man who, though he wore the black robe and vied with them in holiness, was not a religious, as he had not taken the required vows. From his earliest child- hood had he been in the monastery, never getting a glimpse of the great outside world, except what he could see from the walled garden. John Neander was his name, but his usual title was Brother John. His innocent countenance and sweet disposition won the hearts of the holy monks. Full many a time did one of them predict that Brother John would soon take his vows, and just as often would good Abbot Bonaventine shake his head and quietly say: ‘‘No, Brother John will never wear the cowl.” Though his father oft visited the monastery, never could John Neander learn his real history. He tried in vain to fathom the secret of his father’s wish that he should not leave the cloister gate. John’s father was of noble birth, in his youth he was some- what wild in his ways, until he wooed and won a beautiful and amiable maiden, the only daughter of a German Count. But his young wife died soon after the birth of little John, and the bereaved father was so heart-broken that he was de- termined that never should his son have to undergo the same trial. With this purpose in view he placed the boy in the 132 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL care of the good monks, with the strict injunction that he should never see the face of a woman. Here he passed his childhood days, and grew into man- hood with scarce the knowledge that such a being as a woman existed. It had been several years now, since his father had last paid him a visit, and today was John’s twenty-first birthday. It was the day on which the father a score years ago had vowed that his son should for the first time, if ever, set his step outside the cloister walls. As v as said before, John’s father was a nobleman and pos- sessed great riches. He, with several other gentlemen, had made a large park for recreation, as was the custom in those days, among the very wealthy. They had filled it with all kinds of wild animals brought from all over the globe. It was a tour through this Eden that father and son were now making. There was scarce a thing that was not new to John. Animals of all sorts that heretofore had only been crude images in picture books, were now realities. There he savvT the listless camel from Arabia and the royal Indian ele- phant. Here, too, were tigers, bears, and leopards. There were there even buffaloes from North America, the land of the red man. While they were walking along, the one asking questions about everything, and the other trying to answer, suddenly John pointed over the field with more than usual interest, ‘‘Quick, father,” said he, “what are those creatures over yon- der?” Now the father had given strict orders that no maid or matron should be in the park that day, and there the Count’s daughters were, playing their daily out-door games. The father, though evidently perplexed, tried to keep his peace of mind and stammered out, “ Why, John, those are THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 133 nymphs.” As they went on their way, ever and anon John would gaze back to see whether he could catch a glimpse of those beautiful nymphs. Darkness now began to creep over the park. Tired cut by their day’s recreation, they were soon on their way again up to the monastery. John was now busy telling all who would listen, what he had seen that day on the great outside world. After supper, John was summoned to the Abbott’s cell. On his arrival his father greeted him with these words : “To- day is your birthday, John, of all the animals you saw at the park today, you may have any one as a birthday present. Father Abbot grants you full permission.” Without a mo- ment’s hesitation the young man replied, “Father, give me a n 5 miph.” Abbot Bonaventine never raised his eyes, but simply shook his head and said: “Let the young man have his nymph — I always knew that Brother John would never take the cowl.” Rcilph J. Sybert, H. S., ’12. A CALAMITY. With a bellow of hoarse rage he dashed with lightning speed dovm the polished floor to the spot on which she stood, calm and unruffled, her pale beauty and graceful lines ap- pearing more lovely now ’twas all to be overturned. They met ; he grazed her side and unable to check his speed, slid by and struck a cushion with a hollow thud, while she, poor thing, swayed from side to side in a desperate but suc- cessful effort to stay erect. But no one seemed to care, for it happened often on a tenpi n alley. Vivian J. McCann, H. S. ’12. 134 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A (gknr nt A Sketch. J OHN MORTON was born of a fine old Pennsylvania fam- ily, educated at the State University and after graduat- ing he entered business with his father in the coal and coke industry. The trust desired his business, and after a bitter fight that in the end killed his father he was forced to sell at a disadvantage. His life and conscience seared by the heartless strife of competition, he left his sorrowing mother at home, and set out for the West, stopping on the deserts of Nevada. He was thrown in with gamblers and at last he himself in- dulged in such pastimes as roulette and faro. They fascinated him. He risked a dollar and v on. Passion was on him. The fevered, nervous strain and sleepless hours required stim- ulants, hence drink was a natural consequence. But finally his earlier training asserted itself, and his true nature revolting at the depths he had fallen, he packed a burro and started for the hills. Crossing a hot, sand-blown desert, his parched throat burned with desire for its usual strong drink and later became caked and dry for want of moisture; but he pushed on towards a known spring, and willed that he would not turn back toward the accursed source of his de- basement. Maddening thirst robbed him of his reason and he wandered, a maniac, tearing his hair, biting his arms to suck moisture from the blood. Instinctively following the burro, he reached the spring, a pool v orn in basalt which held but a gallon, supplied by a tantalizing drip, drip, drip from a crevice above. The burro having drained the pool, the man lay on his back to catch each drop as it fell, lingering a night and day between death and unconsciousness, and waking to curse and bless each life- giving drop, he slowly regained his reason and strength. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 135 As night stole over the desert, and the stars in the Heaven seemed to bend dow n in their brilliancy to fraternize with man, he knelt in fervent gratitude to God. Searching the vast- ness of the universe endeavoring to solve the problem of In- finity as he lay on the mountain side, the seriousness and the joy of life were revealed. What was puny man in the presence of such majesty? Yet man was an important part, and was given the power to choose evil from good, that there might be a reward for doing good. Gradually the knowledge came to him that happiness is only attained by ‘‘ Loving thy neigh- bor as thyself.” While endeavoring to secure a greater supply of water at the spring he uncovered a rich vein, and returned to his mother a wealthier and wiser man, not only in pocket, but in mind and heart. George B, Loden, H. S., ’12. E sioration. TV !■ ANY years ago, in the ancient kingdom of England, there reigned a pov erful king v ho had only one son. The stealing of this son was tried many times, but without suc- cess, and owing to this he was guarded very carefully. But it happened one day that while the king was out riding sur- rounded by his escorts his attention was attracted by the figure of an old woman gathering fuel by the wayside. Her wild look and disordered garments awakened his curiosity, and he demanded her history of one of his attendants. He replied that she was an old witch who lived in the centre of a dense wood and was greatly feared by the people. The king, angered that anyone should be feared other than himself, rode forward to the old witch and struck her with 136 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL his riding whip, bade her begone and if she returned her life would pay for it. The words and actions of the king greatly angered the old hag and she swore to be avenged. That night the king’s son mysteriously disappeared from his room, and when the king was informed of his loss he ordered all those who guarded his son that fatal night to be beheaded. He also ordered his men to search the kingdom from end to end, but without success. In the meantime the king’s son had been spirited away by the old witch, and by her magic power had been transformed into a stag to remain in this shape until the stag had been killed by hunters’ hands, when it would return to its original form. After his son had disappeared the king became very sad and melancholy in the thought that his name would be lost in the succession to the throne. But as time passed the sadness of the king gradually ceased, and he began to return to his former amusements. One day, about five years after the disappearance of his son, the king was hunting v hen he saw a magnificent stag, but no sooner did the stag perceive the approach of the king’s party than it fled at full speed, followed by the king and his attendants. The whole day the king followed the flying form of the white stag, but just as the king was about to give up the chase th e stag showed signs of weakening, and in a few minutes drew up in a corner of the rock to fight bravely to the end. But at last it fell, pierced through the breast by the king’s spear. As it lay upon the earth a white smoke seemed to rise from the prostrate body; at length the smoke took shape and at last the form of a beautiful young man stood erect upon the body of the stag. The man and the king for several moments looked at each other, and then as if moved by an impulse sprang into each other’s arms, and thus father and THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 137 son met after a long separation from each other. The king reigned for many years after, and his reign was signalized by great kindness and consideration for the poor. For he had learned a lesson never to be forgotten — that one unkind deed may do a great deal of harm, and a hasty action is often regretted. Robert Charles Norman, Jr., H. S. ’13. 3n Aft r fears. (A Story of Contrast.) A N artist was traveling in a distant city. Among the strange faces he happened to meet with was one ex- trem.ely beautiful, which belonged to a child about ten years of age. The child’s person was so angelically beautiful that the artist at once decided to make him the object of his canvas. Mpreover, he resolved to make this particular picture his masterpiece if that were in his power. So in this strange city he set to work. Week after week passed before the picture was completed. When it was finished the artist’s wish had been realized ; it was his masterpiece. He was so well pleased with the picture that he would not part with it, saying, “ Upon my own wall this picture will hang.” Time went on and the artist had grown old. One day while sitting before his masterpiece, his breast swelling with pride as he gazed at it, the thought came to him that he would like to paint a contrast to this picture, which would be as hideous as this one was beautiful. On the following day he started out on a search which lasted for several years. He searched the lower places and prisons of city after city, but found nothing suitable, in his estimation, for the contrast 138 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL and was about to give up his search, when one day he entered a northern prison and there saw, chained hand and foot to a pillar, a man who looked more wretched than any he had The artist took his stand behind another pillar and started even expected to find. to sketch him. When the fierce looking creature saw what was going on he said in a beastly voice : “ What are you doing there; are you sketching my picture?” “Yes,” replied the artist. “ Do you object? ” “ Oh, well, I guess not,” he answered ; “ it is not the first time, for when I was a little boy (here his voice softened somewhat) an artist sketched my picture, and he told me that I v as the prettiest little boy he had ever seen, and people used to tell my mother I was going to die because I looked like an angel (here his voice quivered) ; I guess it would have been better had I died.” Then the artist said : “ I am the one who sketched your pic- ture and it hangs upon my wall to-day.” Then the prisoner offered his hand, v hich the artist hesi- tatingly took. The artist was so surprised and upset that he could not finish his sketch then, therefore he bade the un- happy fellow farewell and said he would return later. After a week had elapsed the artist returned to finish his sketch, but he learned from those in charge of the prison that the poor fellow had worried himself to death. So the artist’s masterpiece still hangs on his wall without a contrast. James Kelley, H. S., ’13 (B). ilusir nf N one occasion during his travels Dr. Grant, first Catholic Bishop of Southwark, visited a small school in a village containing simple-minded peasants. While questioning the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 139 children in catechism a small girl called out: “But, Bishop, will it always be the same thing in heaven — always music and angels? Shall we not get tired of it?” The Bishop then called the little one to him and set about to answer the ques- tion for her by the legend of a monk to whom that question also occurred. A monk was digging in a field near the monastery on a hot summer’s day, v hen becoming tired out he lost spirit and thought perhaps after all heaven was not worth so much trouble. Hcv ever, he was suddenly aroused by the song of a bird in a tree nearby. The notes were so rich, so brilliant, so unlike any song of bird or man, that it thrilled him to the very soul. He dropped his spade and walked toward the tree v here the bird was perched, but as he approached the bird hew away, singing sweeter at every gush. The monk, as if spellbound, followed the bird from tree to tree till at last the melody ceased and he found himself in the heart of tlie forest, a great way from home. After rambling about the w ' oods for a long time he finally emerged and saw the monastery before him. But what a change had taken place! The gate was covered with ivy, while lichens and mosses crawled up the walls. Ringing the bell, he waited in expectation to see w ' hat would happen. His summions were answered by a porter whom he had never seen before. V hen he told the porter his name that individual gazed at him in astonishment and said that a monk of that name had been dead over one hundred years. The m onk then exclaimed in wonder: “What! then my doubt has been ansv ered and I have v andered around over one hundred years listening to the music of a bird, when I thought it was only an hour.” M. C. Sturm, 1st Year High, Sec. B. 140 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL An Pr a nt. T WON’T let you have my money; I want it for myself.” “ Well, all right,” answered a sweet-voiced young girl to a boy about ten years of age. He was a fair-looking little man, but just now he had that disagreeable expression that shame and anger always give one. “ If you want your money for other purposes all right, Harry, only don’t speak so loudly or mamma will hear you. I thought you might be able to get her a wheel-chair for Easter, so that we could wheel her out in the garden when the days become warmer. Come here and let me fix your collar straight and brush your hair before you go out.” He was an only boy in a house of four children. Lucy, the second sister, was the one who had suggested that they all would put their money together and buy an Easter gift for their mother, who had been an invalid for a year. She had not been successful with Harry, only that she did not allow him to leave her in anger. It was not long before Easter and each was thinking of this one thing. From the very beginning the girls were will- ing and even enthusiastic over the suggestion, but Harry did not favor it. A few days later the girls met to compare notes. “We lack a dollar and a half,” said Laura, the young- est girl. “ Harry has at least that much in his bank ; I’ve a great mind to break it.” “ You couldn’t be hired to do any- thing so mean,” said Lucy, patting the head of the impetu- ous miss. “ Well, it is mean of Harry not to give his money,” she continued. “ I am sorry, for we shall have to give up the idea unless Aunt Mary should send us something. You remember that two years ago she sent us five dollars.” The days passed and Good Friday was almost gone when the girls held another consultation about the gift, but they THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 141 now saw that the plan must be abandoned. That night Harry ' went to bed early and the girls remarked that he must be sick. It was late when Lucy left her mother’s bedside and went to her cot in the same room. When she put her head on her pillow she felt something hard under her cheek. She found a package which contained two dollars and seventeen cents, and a note which read: Deer Sister: Use this money for the chare. It burns my poket. My piller was hard last night. I love my mother az well az enyone. I am auful sometimes but I dont want to be. I’ll try to be better. Your effeckshunate brother Harry. “Dear little Harry,” said Lucy; “your Guardian Angel prompted you to do this.” Roger Donovan, H. S., ’13. (A Sketch.) were chatting pleasantly, my friend and I, as our way led alternately through woody glens and sun-scorched meadows to a spot shaded alike by mighty oak and gigantic elm and ornamented by nature’s fairest jewels. We had come to the City of the Dead. As we wandered silently on through the noiseless paths, gazing upon the numerous epitaphs and inscriptions, my friend stood for a moment reading the few words that were im- printed upon a cross of dilapidated granite. Again and aga in did he scan those lines and at last when he turned to con- tinue his walk I noticed tears streaming down his cheeks. 142 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “ Why did you linger so long by that grave? I asked. “ My boy,” he said, “ that cross marks the resting place of a dear friend and whenever I visit this place the sad story of his death comes to me. “ Perhaps forty years ago,” said my aged companion, start- ing anew, “ when I was yet in my teens, an old and inti- mate friend of my parents died. Many years previous he had accepted a position as lighthouse keeper. The light itself v as situated at one of the bleakest points between the Old Bay State and the Carolinas. When he arrived at his post one cause of worry presented itself — there was not a Catholic Church within a radius of eighty miles. So through all the years that he was to be there he resolved to pray fre- quently before the statue of the Madonna which his mother had given him at her death, telling him, ‘ The Blessed Vir- gin will be your consoler at your most needed hour, as she has been mine.’ ‘‘ Many years passed, but the daily routine of trimming and lighting the lamp continued. Every morning it was ex- tinguished and in the evening just as regularly as the sun set the old beacon poured out its radiance to guide the mariners on their pathless way. “ One day a storm arose. As it w as not yet time to light the great lamps the old man v ent to see that all the doors and windov s were securely fastened. A dense haze covered the water and seemed to grow thicker and thicker every moment. Over the deep came a strange, weird sound. An instant later came the blast. For a few seconds it flattened the surging sea and then dashed its waves against the lighthouse. Suddenly a streak of light- ning shot through the air, striking the old man and render- ing him unconscious. “ Many hours he lay there, v hile not far distant an im- mense steamer was being blown nearer and nearer to the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 143 treacherous rocks, whose cautioning light was not burning, for its keeper was lingering between life and death. For the first time in many years the huge lamps were not lit. As the sun rose peacefully the next morning on the same ocean that the night before was so wild and restless, its mel- low rays cheered the heavy hearts of the sole survivors of the shattered steamer. Among these was an aged mission- ary returning home after many years of hard toil in India. During the night the old keeper rallied. When he opened his eyes he saw kneeling beside him a priest in a brown habit, his former confessor. ‘ Father, ' he said, ‘ sweet it is to die with the last rites of the Church, but sweeter still to die in the arms of one who guided me in my tender years.’ Then, casting a last glance to his dear Madonna, he calmly passed away.” Leo A. Codd, H. S., ’13. Slt’a Att 3U WinJi. (A Farm Incident.) ARMER JONES laid down the Muddville Times with something between a groan and a sigh and remarked to his wife: “ Them there automobiles sartinly air raisin’ a great dis- turbance in town. “ I gist read where two small children got run over and the man what was runnin’ it didn’t even stop to see what was the matter.” After a few more remarks about automobiles Mrs. Jones changed the conversation and told her husband that, as Carlo, their dog, was getting old and useless, the best thing for him to do was to take the dog down by the creek and shoot him. 144 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL After rummaging about the house for a few minutes he at last secured his old flintlock rifle; when he had finished ram- ming it with powder, wads and shot he started down the road. Just as he had turned a bend in the road he heard a honk ’’ and a large red touring car sped past him; he just had time to leap aside, and as the car came to a stop a few yards ahead. Farmer Jones saw plainly, through great clouds of dust, the remains of his once faithful Carlo. The chauffeur alighted from his machine and quickly pressed a five dollar note into the hand of the amazed farmer, saying : i “ Sorry I killed your dog and spoiled your hunt ; so long. ' ’ Farmer Jones looked at the bill and then gave vent to a hearty chuckle as he saw the red machine disappearing down the road. It seems to be the custom of the citizens of Muddville to assemble every Saturday night in the principal store of this town and talk over the happenings of the week. Seated around the stove and with a blue haze of tobacco smoke enveloping the room the thin, squeaky voice of Farmer Jones may be heard telling “ How he did one of them there fellers what drives automobiles o ut of five dollars.” John Tearney, Prep. 2Il|e AbuantagPH of Inng malL A “Prep” Symposium. You do not have to know or do so much. — Barley. Parents and teachers are always more indulgent to a small boy. — C. Hanna. The small boy has none of the cares or worries of a business man.— J. Muth. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 145 The small boy is the king of the family. — F. Cole. Sister’s beau gives you a quarter to get out of the parlor. — L. Connolly. The small boy always can fill himself with good things before meals and then eat all he wants at the dinner table. — J. V inand. Care and every other sense of duty have not as yet thrust themselves upon you. — A. McCullough. To be the household pet is glory enough for any youngster. — W. Parlette. The small boy can eat more huckleberry pie than the rest because he can easily slide into the pantry. — S. Knauer. When a boy is small he usually has more cents than sense. — E. G. Coonan. A youth does not have to attend to business — all he has to do is to play. — W. Riley. The advantage of being small is that you don’t have to mind the baby. — S. Blondell. When you are small you are not the number 19 collar in the laundry which gets the chief rough-housing. — J. G. Wil- liamson. Can hide to escape what is coming to him. — R. B. Roche. You can study better. — S. Czyz. Washing your hands is not written down as a law, so the small boy takes advantage of this. — P. Kernan. When he enters the store the clerk goes for the cakebox as a present for the little dear. Oh! you, “gimme some.” — J. Doyle. The small boy can invent airships without being taken to court on account of the tail of his aero. Also he need not worry about winning $50,000. — G. O’Reardon. A small boy in the country can crawl through the fence for the neighbor’s apples.— J. Harrison. 10 146 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ilnrgan ifbaltttg i ' amtg: Moderator, Mr. Aloysius T. Higgins, S. J. OFFICERS, FIRST TERM. President, John T. Slater, H. S. ’ll. Vice-President, John J. Lardner, H. S. ’ll. Secretary, Joseph P. Reith, H. S. ’12. Treasurer, John A. Buchness, H. S. ’ll. First Censor, Richard T. Gallagher, H. S. ’12. Second Censor, James E. Vaeth, H. S. ’12. SECOND TERM. President, John A. Buchness, H. S. ’ll. Vice-President, John J. Lardner, H. S. ’ll. Secretary, Joseph P. Reith, H. S. ’12. Treasurer, Richard T. Gallagher, H. S. ’12. First Censor, Eugene A. Sapp, H. S. ’12. Second Censor, James E. Vaeth, H. S, ’12. S the High School is very energetic in every branch of academic exercise and at times gives even her elders — the college-men — standards to emulate, and as this department has its elocution classes, athletic teams and so forth, so, too, it has its debating society. The Debating Society of the High School Department is knovm as the Morgan Debating Society. The society this year has been a success. The well-prepared debates, the ready reply, the quick wit and the heated discussion manifested at times by the members have been most surprising, not to say most gratifying. The facility with which the young disputants talked, the ease with which well- balanced sentences were unwittingly formed, the grace of ges- ture shown, all tell clearly the profit the members have been gain- ing from this splendid academic exercise of the Jesuit curriculum. Besides educating the members of the society in writing and speak- ing correct English, they have been able to become conversant with THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 147 the leading facts of history and the prominent questions of the day. It has been the endeavor of the Reverend Moderator to keep the members in touch with all prominent questions, and his frequent hints have all lent to the style and high taste shown in the debates. Some of the subjects debated were the much-discussed North Pole controversy, the relative values of Greek, Mathematics and Latin in training the mind, questions of interest politically — as the Amend- ment (which we defeated), the value of strikes, and the abolition of football in educational institutions. The preliminary debates brought out the society’s real worth. The vigor, energy and rivalry shown were worthy of older and more experienced speakers. The young orators did so well that the Reverend Moderator found it no easy task to select the four for the prize debate. But as four had to be chosen, the fortunate ones were: John Buchness Edward H. Plumer Edward Coolahan Charles Stromberg Chairman, John T. Slater The question decided on for the prize debate is: Resolved, “That Trades Unions are not beneficial to the Laboring Class.” Judging from the standards set in former years and the success of the present year only a brilliant future can be predicted for the Morgan Debat- ing Society of Loyola. John A. Buchness, H. S. ’ll. FOURTH YEAR. were the Seniors of the High School, and ably upheld the honor of that position, although our pride — and likewise our- selves— did experience a jolt when the elevator came to a stop. The prize offered to the class selling the most tickets for “ The New College Boy” was won by us: our basket ball team was the best in the whole College: and up to the present date it seems as though the other classes are afraid to tackle our warriors of the diamond. Our class specimen in Homer’s Iliad was undoubtedly the finest of the year, and no doubt the shades of Achilles and all the other Greeks smiled to themselves in blissful satisfaction as they thought how well it was given. But enough of the glories of our illustrious band of seventeen.” “There was some class” to that Chris tmas reunion at T’s house, although M’s cigar iiearly settled him. But it takes more than one stogie to kill a boy from Canton. Many a word-tilt took place dur- ing the year between our beloved Professor and Johnny H., as to the usefulness of Greek in business. One thing is certain: Greek will never help J. H. ’Cause why? He doesn’t know any. J. S. displayed a great genius for smashing our class room chairs; so much so, indeed, that one could not help thinking that if such an aptitude had been displayed in his own woodshed, one North Baltimore home would have had plenty of kindling wood for the winter. G. W. has a beautiful voice, which is a happy medium between a fog horn and a worn out graphophone. But he is good-natured and enlivens many a dull hour for us. He almost accomplished won- ders as manager of the Track Team, but somehow his promises never materialized. J. H. J. did not see the Aero meet, but he had a meet of his own all year, and often broke all records for high-flying when called upon to translate. But no matter how great his interest in Aeronautics, he has never forsaken his “ horses.” 148