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

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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.”

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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.

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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