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

Text from Pages 1 - 204 of the 1912 volume:

The Loyola College Annual PUBLISHED BY THE STUDENTS OF LOYOLA COLLEGE BALTIMORE, MD. JUNE, 1912. Olnnt nta Page Sons of Loyola — P. T. H Peace Among the Nations — Ed. J. Hanrahan, ’12 The Mystery of the Derelict—Jos. J. Quinn, H. S. ’12 Westward Bound“W. F. C Truth (A Parable) — A. F. McCullough, H. S., ’14 In Memoriam— J. Reith, ’15 The Reward of Charity — R. O’Leary, H. S., ’12 Dear Mother Mary CIarence G. Owings, ’15 The Death of Grendel (A Ballad)- — Theo. M. Hemelt, ’15 Winter’s Joys-— J. Reith, ’15 A Bit of Verse— -Geo. B. Loden, H. S., ’12 Science: How Old the New ' — A, J. Bourbon, ’14 Her Christmas Awakening — A. J. Bourbon, ’14 The Nativity — J. Reith, ’15 The Two Greatest Detectives of Fiction — F. H. Linthicum, ’12.. A Chance Acquaintance— J. Lardner, ’15 Alma Mater, Vale! — Jas. F. Russell, Jr., ’12 The Lure of Gold — Ralph Sybert, H. S., ’12 Popes and Science— A. J. Harrison, ’14 Fergerson’s Wedding Race— T. A. J. Murphy, H. S., ’15 Was It a Gun — J. Reith, ’15 The Sailor’s Life — Wm. F. Sauer, ’15 Holidays Coming— J. Vincent Brooks, ’15 The Shamrock and Success — A. G. Schuele, H. S., ’15 The Temptation — J. D. Lawlor, H. S., ’15 Dear Mother Mary- — Theo. M. Hemelt, ’15 The Manuscript — A. J. Harrison, ’14 Catholics and Science— H. A. Quinn, ’14 When First the March Winds Melt the Snov - — Geo. J. Dietz, ’15 1 9 13 14 15 17 20 21 23 24 26 31 34 35 39 42 43 50 56 60 62 62 63 65 69 70 75 81 Page A College Student, an Aeroplane, and a Three-cent Piece- Clarence G. Owings, ’15 82 Mark Twain and Catholic Readers — A. J. Harrison, ’14 84 The Epiphany — J. Reith, ’15 90 Drowsy Summer (Villanelle) — F. Ruppert, ’15 91 Georgius V ashington — R. B. Furlong, H. S., ’15 92 The Rescue— Jas. F. Russell, Jr., ’12 93 The Prophetic Picture — H. J. McCann, H. S., ’15 95 O, Why Should the Spirit of Mortal Be Proud — G. Dietz, ’15.... 99 Oh, Sweet Romance (Rondeau) — Theo. M. Hemelt, ’15 100 Editorials 101 Obituary — Francis P. Arthur — Frederick L. Dewberry, H. S., ’13 1C4 The College Play — Edgar B. Graham, ’15 106 The High School Play- — Ed. J. Coolahan, H. S., ’12 108 The Class of 1912— Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12 Ill Loyola Literary Society — August J. Bourbon, ’14 115 The Sodality, College — John Bowens, ’12 117 The Sodality, High School — J. Neil Corcoran, H. S., ’12 118 The Varsity Basketball Team — August J. Bourbon, ’14 120 The Champion High School Basketball Team — August B. Haneke, H. S., ’13 123 The College Chronicle — T. Aquin Keelan, ’13 125 The College Mirror, Senior — F. H. L., ’12 132 The College Mirror, Junior— J. C., ’13 134 The College Mirror, Sophomore — A. H., ’14 134 The College Mirror, Freshman— J. L., ’15 136 Fourth Year High School — L. A. C., H. S., ’12 133 Third Year High School — L. H. O. H., H. S., ’13 140 Second Year High School (A) — L. C. R., H. S., ’14 142 Second Year High School (B) — R. P., H. S., ’14 143 First Year High School (A) — J. D. L., H. S., ’15 145 First Year High School (B) — B. S., H. S., ’15 147 Preparatory Class 148 Alumni Notes, Alumni Association— J. Boiseau Wiesel, ’07 ... . 150 Alumni Banquet — J. Boiseau Wiesel, ’07 152 Three Jesuit Sons of Loyola 154 Reminiscences— J. Boiseau Wiesel, ’07 157 THE REVEREND WILLIAM J. ENNIS, S. J. President of Loyola College Eojola CIOIU50 Aitttual. 0nB 0f |[l0Q0l0. Children of noble birth, Sons of Loyola; Warriors of sterling worth, Yeomen of Christ. Christ, your leader and Lord, Girds you with learning’s sword. To unsheathe it for God’s word. Where angels of victory sing. Sons of Loyola, Where angels of victory sing. Who should Faith’s champions be. Sons of Loyola? Who swear their fealty. Yeomen of Christ? Stirred by dark error’s might Enter the glorious fight To lead fellowmen to light: While angels of victory sing. Sons of Loyola, While angels of victory sing. 1 1 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Go, then, where Saints have trod. Sons of Loyola, Serve and defend your God, Yeomen of Christ. Hark ! the joyous battle-cry. Warns again, the danger nigh ; As it calls to fight and die : And angels of victory sing. Sons of Loyola, And angels of victory sing. And when the strife is done, Sons of Loyola, And all life’s fight is won, Yeomen of Christ. Christ, your leader evermore. Standing on Heaven’s shore. Forgets not the oath you swore : And angels your victory sing, Sons of Loyola, And angels your victory sing. P. T. H. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 3 Am0M9 llji? Naiiana. TT would be useless for me to preface what I have to say with any preliminary remarks upon the meaning or desirability of peace. What peace is is clear to all, and, as to its desirability, so universally is it realized, regardless of any ‘‘party, creed or race affiliations,” that any words of mine would be superfluous. Omitting, therefore, the sentimentality connected v ith this question, I shall consider only its more practical side, namely, the means by which we can secure a permanent international peace. Though we are all one in our desire for peace there are various opinions as to the means most suitable to attain it. They will be advanced and experi- ments will be tried, but it shall be found that the only way to secure a permanent international peace is to remove the causes of war. V ar is the only obstacle in the way of peace, and to abolish war we must remove its causes. Among men, as Hobbes rightly observes, there are three causes of quarrel : Competition, distrust and glory. Competi- tion causes men to invade for profit, to use violence to secure for themselves the possessions of other men. Mutual distrust leads men to defend these from lawful or unlawful aggressors, as the case may be. Lastly, glory incites men to fight for name, to take offense at the least sign, as a word or smile, which tends to undervalue them either directly or indirectly by reflection upon their family, professional or civil ties. These three, according to Hobbes, are the causes of quarrel among men, and the same may be said in a larger scale of nations. What is it that leads nations to war? Is it not com- mercial greed, mutual distrust or chauvinistic ambition? Yes, 4 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL every war that has ever been waged can be attributed to one of these three causes. It may be that the nations at variance are driven by commercial greed to secure industrial opportu- nity, industrial prominence or industrial outlet. Again, they may be led by mutual distrust to defend them. As the Kaiser says: “They all want their place in the sun.” They distrust one another, they will not be put into the shade. As a result there is a constant warfare ever in progress, if not outwardly, at least silently, in the treasury expenditures for military and naval equipment. Finahy the affected countries may be led to war because of an extravagant national pride which takes of- fense at some trifling affront, an affront which, if calm, cool and deliberative reason prevailed, could be settled by arbitra- tion or, in many cases, passed over in silence. Remove these causes of war and peace will be the inevitable outcome. For many years, or, I should say, for many centuries, since tke} date back to pagan times, treaties have been looked upon as the great means of eradicating these causes of war. Cer- tain it is, not only in the speculative but in the practical order, as we have experienced, that they are most effectively stayed by treaties. The sense of duty, of honor, the fear of those judgments of disapprobation heralded throughout the world by the press, with their consequent detriment to rank upon the nations are indeed powerful sanctions accruing to a broken treaty. Is it not to such sanctions that we are to attribute the amicable settlements under treaties recorded in the history of peace? And, to come down to our own United States, we may cite cases by the score which have been disposed of between us and Great Britain from the conclusion of the Jay treaty of 1874 down to the present time. But, however highly we estimate the ability of treaties in staying our fighting instincts, we must admit that their effi- cacy stops here and that these warlike passions can be con- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 5 trolled only by a power higher than the individual nations. How, as a matter of fact, can nations establish treaties and courts of arbitration which will be effective in abolishing war without first organizing a federation among the various coun- tries? How can they hope for an unconditional compliance with the stipulations of such courts and treaties unless the constituent nations of that federation invest in one head the authority to enforce it? The lav s of justice and equity im- planted in our nature are contrary to our pugnacious inclina- tions and often little likely to be heeded without the fear of some power sufficient to secure this observance. Therefore, I say, that unless there be erected an authority higher than the individual nations any scheme to control them must be aban- doned. There is one v ay in which to secure such an author- ity. The individual nations must invest all their power in one assembly and must be willing to acknowledge the decrees of that assembly for peace as coming directly from themselves. In other words, a multiplicity of wills and voices must be reduced to unity and thus an order established, with- out which there can be no peace. The United States of Amer- ica is an admirable example of such a federation. Every State, though retaining its own sovereignty, is joined to the rest by a voluntary alliance and all agree to confer their strength upon a common executive, legislative and judicial head. In cases of dispute the judicial head, holding its authority immediately from the States, summons before it the sovereign powers af- fected in order to render an award. The State of New York vs. the State of Ohio was announced by the clerk of the court in De Tocqueville’s hearing, and so great was his im- pression on realizing how these two States, consisting of mil- lions of citizens, placed their interests before a court of judges that he many times expressed his admiration of our Federal 6 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL judicial system. Yet this enormous authority is immediately based upon the federation of individual States. If the nations of the world would come together in such a federation surely we would have a universal peace, but, let us be frank, such a union of the v orld is a long way off. The spirit of mutual trust must be infused into the powers before we can ever hope for such a blessing. Where can we find two na- tions today that are willing to lay down arms and unite on terms of mutual confidence? Far to the contrary, they are all competing in a silent warfare of treasury expenditures, the war of taxation against taxation, the war for supremacy in mili- tary and naval equipment, which claims its thousands of vic- tims as truly as does the upturned sod of the battlefield . Yes, the spirit of the world today is one of gain, one of individual glory, and as a consequence a spirit of deep-rooted suspicion. They are willing, indeed, to proceed from treaties of ar- bitration to federation, and thus to the attainment of peace, but the mode of progression, as I before implied, is quite the re- verse. They must proceed from federation to arbitration. Un- til this is realized the federation of the world dreamt of by Tennyson must remain but the dream of the poet, for no step toward peace is possible until the root of all discord has been removed. The citizens of the United States are at present deeply inter- ested in the treaties pending in the United States Senate be- tween our country and Germany and France. The people of the whole world are urging the universal establishment of such treaties, but without a common power to enforce their observ- ance they are doomed to failure. Here, if anywhere, let the truth be told. When the great strain comes treaties and de- cisions of arbitration courts will be swept aside. There is, it is trqe, no case on record in which the nations have refused to submit to the awards of such courts, but this is only because THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 minor cases have been submitted. Those of greater moment have always been reserved for the sword. But in questions of great import will you tell me that they will be held by treaties? When a chance for commercial opportunity and prominence or industrial outlet arises, what care they for the loss sustained through the dishonor of a broken treaty? What care they for the sanctions of the press when they suspect a nation with which they hold a treaty of contemplating plans detrimental to their possessions? What care they for the dis- honor accruing to a breach of confidence when a sister nation has been guilty of some trifling affront to their extravagant national pride ? It will always be the old, old story. They will choose what to them appears the lesser evil. Was it not Na- poleon who said that treaties were made to be broken, and, indeed, when we consider facts in the history of peace we must admit that the Little Corporal was right. In the first Hague Conference did not Germany prevent the adoption of the principle of compulsory arbitration, thus showing at the outset her intention, should a distasteful question arise? And need I recall the Holy Alliance of 1815, which, for want of the sufficient authority, degenerated into a military device for d 5 mastic interests? To allude to further examples without time to cite the concrete instances would be unworthy of your intelligence, but I leave it to your knowledge of facts that the history of the world is a history of broken treaties. Nor can we hope for anything better from treaties, for, being without an adequate authority, they must always be uncertain. If, then, treaties must fail is there no other way you will ask? Yes, the cure is a deeper one. Treaties may counteract to some extent the causes of war, but permanent peace can be had only by giving new viewpoints to the people. The advo- cates of peace will talk of treaties, of arbitration and the like, but the real cure lies in eradicating those false views which lead nations to war and in implanting the opposite virtues in 8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL their place. “Our ancestors,” it has been said, “have bred pug- nacity into our bones and marrow, and this, together with our inordinate desire to fight because of gain, glory and deceit, is the stumbling block in the way of all peace. To remove this may require time, but if war is to be abolished it must be done only by destroying its causes and by teaching individuals and nations to regard each other with the good will and confidence involved in the word peace. Such a change, I believe, is already in progress and that the world is unconsciously but surely coming to act according to the dictates of right rea- son. The question of the “Creole,” formerly supposed to in- volve a question of honor, brought the United States and Eng- land to the brink of war. Y et, so amicably was it settled, even sixty years ago, that its existence has faded into oblivion. And, again, though twenty years ago an arbitration of the con- troversy regarding the North Atlantic fisheries would have been thought impossible on grounds of international honor, nevertheless, about a year ago, awards from the Permanent Court at The Hague were accepted on the fundamental points. Is it not obvious, that these and many other settlements spring from our new views of national honor? Do not such facts establish us in the belief that the one way to peace lies in changing the people’s views? Y es, if the advocates of peace ever accomplished anything in the way of permanent peace it must be not by treaties, but by correcting the hearts of the people. When the citizens of the nations, have as a unit the virtues that disdain excessive com- mercial greed; when they have put aside all unveracity and deceit and are willing to deal with each other on terms of mu- tual trust ; and, finally, when they have outlived their extrava- gant, personal, party and racial pride, then we shall have a a universal, international peace — not the kind that is transient and uncertain, but a peace that is permanent because founded in the hearts of the people. Ed. J. Hanrahan, ’12. REV. JOSEPH I. ZIEGLER, S. J., Moderator Alumni Association, THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 9 iljjaterg 0f HE sun was slowly sinking under the restless sea, throw- ing shafts of crimson heavenward, staining and blazing the western sky. Flocks of sea birds skimmed and drifted above the silver-crested waves ; darting hither and thither were the little Carey-chicken birds, friends of wandering sailors. The gloom of night, with all its spectral shades, was dispersing the lagging streaks of light, and “Monarch,’’ our ship, sank her nose deeper and deeper into the green-hued waters and dashed them into spray. One of the crew called our attention to a boat in our course, on the northern circle of descending night. Before long we overtook it and found it to be a derelict, decayed and almost sunken. When a huge, billow lifted it higher than usual we perceived barnacles and green moss fastened to its sides. The deck was bare except for shattered boxes which lay along the stern; forty feet into the air there shot a lone mast crowned with a barrel known as the “crow’s nest.” There was no name and, seemingly, it was forsaken. As we were thus gazing upon the wreck one of the sailors suggested to tow it farther out to sea. For now it was in the path of the ocean-going steamers and there was danger of their striking it on a stormy night. The captain agreed. A towline was fastened and slowly we dragged it astern. Looking to the north we perceived large and ominous clouds that foretold a violent storm. Scarcely were we settled in the cabin before it was upon us with the rush of howling gusts, seemingly made angry by the monster in its path that prevented it from rushing with unimpeded fury over the wild and restless tract of water. 10 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Suddenly, amid the screaming wind, a seaman cried: “The cable’s parted!” We rushed aft and discerned the wreck quickly drifting into the sable gloom. We turned about and reached it and found that the cable had parted a few feet from the derelict’s bow. We fastened it and started onward. The cry came soon again : “The cable’s parted !” And again we fastened it where it had broken before. A third time, from a frightened group of superstitious sailors at the stem, the cry came. At length the captain, desirous of removing the wreck and disturbed by the triple parting of the cable, determined to place a man back on the wreck. One agreed to the task. He was placed back on the foreboding ship, but in twenty minutes the cable broke again and not a trace of the man could be found on the derelict. Both hatchways seemed to be nailed down and only the hollow sound of our shoes upon the deck broke the dreary search. The captain was desperate; his mind was made up not to allow the ship to drift away. He must place more than one man this time. He called for volunteers and four declared themselves willing to go on the lonely boat and solve the mys- tery. Fully armed and determined, they left and we that re- mained behind stood on the stern of our boat, with anxious eyes and attentive ears. But there came no sound save the doleful, steady swish of the bounding waves upon our ironclad stern. Of a sudden, we felt the ship lurch ui;ider us and again the cable fell slack. When we reached the wreck the deck was as clear as before and only the mast stood upon it, as a tombstone upon a grave. We were determined, however, to solve the mystery. This time every available man went back to the wreck, which was THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 11 now short-cabled. The suspense was terrible. In a cramped position we lay, behind the few boxes in a corner, hearing the gusts whistling by the mast like a demon singing his death song. The waves beat against the sides of the slime-covered planks with a hollow, muffled roar, and the screech of the night heron hovering over the craft of death lent weirdness to the scene. The storm passed ; the friendly moon, though light- ing the still raging waters with its silvery beams seemed far- ther away than usual; even the twinkling stars appeared to sink and recede deeper into the sky, as though afraid to look upon what was about to happen. Scarcely had we chosen our places on the dismal ship when we heard an indescribable noise, muffled and guarded like the tones of an anarchist plan- ning assassination. My companions trembled beside me and I dared not speak a word. The cool night breeze bore to our ears an unearthly screech, and on hearing it we pushed our- selves farther into the corner. As we chanced to look toward the sky, out of the arc of the heavens, out of the “crow ' s nest” swaying violently in the angry blasts of air, down the creaking mast, stole four figures. I heard the click of my com- rades ' revolvers and I instantly cocked my trigger and waited. Four mysterious figures of short stature, with bent backs, noiselessly cut the cable and then searched the deck. Under the eaves of the boat’s side they went, peering here and there with quick, darting glances. Closer and closer they came. I saw the gleam of short instruments in their hands and I saw the fiendish stare in their coal-black eyes and heard, too, the short, hissing sound that they regularly emitted. One came to a stop and glared directly at me, like a mon- strous evil-eyed wolf, then he took one step closer, there was a gleam in a ray of moonlight, a swish of his arm and a shot rang out on the silence of the night. 12 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Of what happened after that I remember but little, but I have visions of a fierce struggle taking place, figures darting hither and thither, unearthly groans and deafening shots and streaks of fire that rent the night. When found later by the crew of the “Monarch” I was the lone survivor. My companions lay beside their empty revol- vers, and close to them were four figures crouched in death. The ghastly and terrible look upon their faces showed us that death to them had been an unwelcome enemy. We found them to be ordinary mortals, but shorter in stature, dressed in tight- fitting black oilskin garments. In each one’s hand was a small weapon like a sprinkler in which was carried a small amount of the deadliest poison, a drop of which if it fell on the bare skin of a human being would kill him instantly. After my rescue, and while the crew were inspecting the deck, one of the sailors saw a ray of light coming up from a crack in the hatchway. We forced it open and descended into a room where we stood dumbfounded. It was a magnificent drawing-room, electric lights sparkled from golden chandeliers and glittered upon the diamond-studded decorations of the room. Large, unknown instruments and charts were upon polished desks, and volumes of books, uniformly bound, were standing in magnificent bookcases. The furnishings were never surpassed in the apartments of any palace, and the many strange inventions showed us the inventive genius of the own- ers. Four other rooms, fitted up just as magnificently, com- prised the lower parts of the derelict, while below noiseless en- gines, operated by vapor, were the means of propelling the craft. Such were the secrets of the derelict, that mysterious craft which for many long years had appeared on different waters of the globe ; that had been the subject of many weird, incred- ible tales and the home of the phantoms of the sea. But the THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 13 history of the pirates, (for pirates they were), that dwelt on it, the ships that they plundered and the innocent lives that were lost will never be known save in that world where all secrets are revealed and where life flows along as happily and as joy- ously as a brooklet to the sea. Joseph J. Quinn, H. S. 12 . Ahoy to the brine-covered brig, my boys ! Ahoy to our ocean bride, Where the billow plays in the golden rays That rest on the heaving tide. We’re off to the bright evening skies, my boys! We’re off to the western waves; Think not of the dirge of the restless surge, That rolls upon sailors’ graves. We’ll race with the frolicsome moon, my boys! And list to the screeching gales. We’ll skip o’er the hue of the ocean blue A-spinning our seaman tales. Oh, spurn all these rollicking ripples, boys, That crisp on the silver sands ; And bid an adieu to good friends and true ; We’re off to the western lands. W. F. C. 14 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ©rutli (A Parable.) ND I listened, for I heard the wind shrieking and howling in its exultation, and I could distinguish the words that it was saying; for it seemed to speak of regions unknown to men. ’ “I sing of the wild, wild sea which tosses and rolls in its agitation; for I am the demon of the winds which ravage thereupon. Far out in that vast ocean of water, which mortal eye hath not beheld, there stands a rock greater than anything which man hath known. It stands glorying in its strength, which is infinite; for here the ocean is thousands of fathoms deep and this rock takes root in its bottom, while its summit is lost in the clouds. And it glints in the sunshine as though it were encased in steely armor and it is bearded with moss ; for it is aged and stood when the first man was an infant.” And when I approached the rock it was dark; for the sun had long since sunk to his rest and the Monarch Night pre- vailed fiendish; howling was the tempest. And, in approaching, the ship encountered great difficulty; battling with the winds and the waves. And, having ap- proached, I was filled with great loathing and disgust; for it was filled with worms and vipers and other creeping and abominable things that feed on human flesh and putrid corpses. And the lightnings revealed to me that the ship was named ‘ Slander,” and I tried to read the legend carved upon the rock, but I could not because it was night. And I became angry and in my rage I ordered the winds to destroy this ship, this reeking thing. And they, blowing with tenfold strength and fury, hurled the ship upon the rock, and THE LOYOLA ANNUAL IS thus it sank. And immediately the tempest ceased and the sun rose and s hone with a blood-red light and revealed the character carved upon the rock so that they shone in the en- crimsoned light like fire. And I was enabled to read the legend carved upon the rock, and it was this : “Veritas,” which also means “Truth.” There was no sound save the lapping of the waves against the rock ; for the stars shone out of a peaceful sky. And I at- tempted to read a legend which was carved upon the rock, but I could not because it was night. Suddenly the night was changed and huge clouds, like birds of ill-omen, gathered in the sky, and suddenly there arose a great tempest; for I desired to crush this rock which defied my power. The thunders rolled with terrible noise and light- nings ran up the clouds, and the waves became as mountains and the rock trembled to its very base amidst this tumult of the elements, but fell not. And I tried to read the legend carved upon the rock, but I could not, because it was night. And suddenly there appeared in thje offing a great ship which, in the distance, appeared more beautiful than anything which the eye hath ever beheld, and the wind blowing through the rigging seemed to sing sweet lullabies, which contrasted strangely with the wind. And I listened to the voice of the wind howling in its exultation. And I drew my cloak up about my shoulders; for the wind spoke no more and was silent. And I shuddered ; for in the Book of Scripture are writ- ten these words : “And upon this rock I shall build my church and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” Arthur F. McCullough, H. S., ’14. 16 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 2(n ilFmnriam. A year has passed since God, the Just and Wise, Has ta’en our holy-n inded President Unto Himself, in happy Paradise, To join the souls which he before him sent. Upon this earth, a saintly priest of God, He went among his endless toils untired ; Obedient unto his Master’s nod. Ne’er murmured, ne’er once inquired. Among his boys his tender love was best ; For them he was a brilliant beacon light: His earnest teachings sent all fault to rest ; His cheerfulness gave courage in the fight. But God decreed his earthly toils to end. And, ’midst celestial joy and happiness. In saints’ and angels’ fellowship to spend His days in everlasting blessedness. O, holy prince of God’s eternal reign. Upon thy throne in Heaven’s brightest hall, Beset with danger, fear and pain. To thee, with deepest humbleness, we call. J. Keith, ’15. THE REVEREND FRANCIS XAVIER BRADY, S. J Twelfth President Loyola College. ( •..i •1 i THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 17 nf 0II|antg HE telephone jangled loudly. It was nearly eleven. All morning I had been expecting a call. I had an important deal on hand in Wall Street, for the success of which it was expedient that I be absent from ’Change till the very last mo- ment, so I had secluded myself in my country home, two hun- dred miles from New York. However, I could reach Wall Street in plenty of time, for outside puffed my high-power Packard and the Exchange did not close till three in the after- noon. It was most important that I should arrive in time, for,, though I was understood to be in the deal, I had not yet paid for the stock. I was not legally therefore a member of the corporation, whose object was the control of practically all the copper supply. Taking up the receiver I heard the voice of Brice, one of the leaders of the enterprise : “Hello. Is this Jim Ferris?” said the voice. “Well, Jim, everything is progressing finely. How- ever, the Harriman interests are making a big fight, but your appearance, with the cool million in cash, can safely be de- pended upon to swing the deal. Without you we would surely be whipped ; so be in tim.e. If you start now you ought to be here by two-thirty. Goodbye.” As soon as our talk was ended I descended the steps and entered my waiting car. No time was lost in the start and I was soon whirling over the turnpike leading towards New York, with the Hudson to my right and to my left myriads of populous villages. On I sped, as through a land in miniature, so rapidly did man and beast, forest and hill pass by. The hands of my v atch pointed to one when I reached Cragmont, with half the distance covered. But from here on a very god of 2 18 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL disaster must have dogged my path. First, my carbureter became clogged. For a priceless half hour I lay prostrate be- neath the wheels of my dragon. When this difficulty was finally adjusted I sped on, but for a time only. Delay after delay occurred, minor, indeed, in their nature, but each con- suming its meed of time. By me flashed a huge mile post with “82 miles to New York” written upon it. I looked at my watch. It was after half-past one. Faster and faster I flew. For a time the accidents ceased and by two o’clock I was only fifty miles from my journey’s end. Then came the crowning disaster. I was flying along a clear stretch of road (the country around me was notably desolate) when, about a mile ahead, I saw a woman waving a red blanket. As I drew nearer I per- ceived that she was very old, and, with her grey locks swirl- ing wildly about her, she looked like a Druid priestess impor- tuning her gods. Nearer and nearer I came, and, as she re- mained steadfast in the road, I was forced to slow down and finally come to a full stop. Waving her arms imploringly she poured forth her tale of trouble into my ears. From the con- fused jumble of words I gathered that her daughter was very ill with diphtheria and would surely die unless she had a doctor within the hour. The mother had seen me coming and had rushed out to implore me to return for a doctor in the car. I hesitated. The nearest physician’s office was three miles back. It was now a quarter-past two and I had forty- five miles intervening between me and my goal. To return would be to gravely jeopardize my chance of arriving in time. But I could not look into those faded eyes, filled with all a mother’s love and refuse her request, much less as it con- cerned her daughter’s life. Turning the auto, I was soon racing back over the road whence I had come. Three minutes later I pulled up in front of a medium-sized house with a doc- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 19 tor’s sign posted by the door. Luckily for me, the doctor was at home and we were soon flying cityward. In another five minutes I had dropped the doctor at a wayside hut and, with- out waiting to see if he was in time, I pressed on. I heard a clock to my right boom the half hour. With thirty-five miles left to cover I could hardly make it. Madly I raced on, to my left the Hudson writhed and twisted like a snake encrusted with silver scales, as the sun glanced from its surface. Far up the river a thunderstorm was brewing and the clouds raced and swirled like so many battling de- mons. Soon I was entering New York. It was now five min- utes to three. Through the long city streets, some broad, some narrow, I passed. Finally I reached my longed-for goal. Wall Street. I drew up in front of the mammoth Stock Ex- change, buzzing within like a hive of bees. Leaping from my car I was entering the door when a nearby clock boomed three. Instantly the clamor ceased, the Exchange was closed. Through an act of charity I had lost millions. Riding slowly home that night, with Brice’s upbraidings and his statement that I had sold myself to the opposing inter- ests still ringing in my ears, I mused upon how little is to be gained by putting one’s trust in God by doing good. Even the heartfelt thanks of the old woman, for her daughter was recovering, failed to assuage my sorrowful heart. The next morning I picked up the paper with forebodings of disaster. Here would be printed, for all the world to see, our total defeat, and, perhaps also, the reason for it. To my sur- prise and bewilderment, I read in glaring headlines of the United States Government’s great coup; how, acting under the provisions of the anti-trust law, they had nipped in the bud a gigantic corner in copper, and, finally, how the leaders of the great combine were already in jail. Gradually it dawned upon me that I had saved not only money but honor 20 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL also by being too late to buy the shares of the copper com- pany. If I had been in time I and my associates, even the self-confident Brice, would not only have lost all the money we had put into the venture, but the prospect of a jail sen- tence v ould now be staring us all in the face. How grateful they ought to be to me and how grateful, in turn, ought I to be to a merciful God, who had placed the poor widow in my path and had given me the grace to act upon my better im- pulses and relieve her distress. How great a reward came, thought I, from those ten minutes employed in performing a charitable deed. R. F. O’Leary, H. S., ’12. Dear Mother Mary, Queen of Heaven above ! Earth’s lowly children, prostrate at your feet. Are offering prayers unworthy, yet full sweet. Resplendent with the burning fire of love ! Most loving Mother, Heaven’s purest Dove, Oh may we in His holy Kingdom meet ; Then you will love us truly, and will greet Hearts as happy as their love for you they prove. Each prayer, a rose, I lay upon your shrine. Resembling earth’s most pure and lovely flower May all your children in your radiance shine. Attending at sweet Virtue’s lowliest bower! Remember me, my Mother ! Maid divine ! Yet even now, and in Death’s fearful hour. Clarence G. O wings, ’15. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 21 olljfr nf CSr n FL (A Ballad.) A stately hall was Heorot, Built by good King Hrothgar ; This noble mead-hall often held The brave from lands afar. And there, with many bumpers rare, They toasted heroes bold; And paid their court to ladies fair. As mighty deeds were told. To Heorot, the hall of fame. In reign of good Hrothgar, Old Grehdel came, fierce son of Cain, Who dwelt from men afar. The troll in his nocturnal raids. Was wont to prey on men; And many brave and goodly Thanes Were dragged down to his den. The monster prowled on them at will; And all were powerless To meet this fiend of hell, who wrought So much unhappiness; 22 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Till Beowulf, a valiant man Who dwelt across the sea, To Heorot, in Jutland, came. The hall and realm to free. “I, Beowulf,’ he cried, “will drive This beast from out the land ; But let no man be in the hall. Except my daring band.” When night came on and darkness reigned; Th’ undaunted heroes bold All slept in Heorot, in scorn Of deeds of Grendel told. At dead of night on them he sprang To snatch a man so free ; And like a whirlpool, swift he gulped Him down in fiendish glee. Up sprang the hero. Then at once They grappled lustily. The monster soon perceived his foe Was mightier than he. Resounded far the battle din. They fought like men of yore. But Beowulf the victory won O’er him out on the moor. Then fainter grew his beastly heart, And he were fain to fly, A vise-like grip restrained him, Who feared so much to die. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 23 He strove to free his arm from out The hero’s grasp, in vain; For Thor-like Beowulf then wrenched That member from its main. The monster shrieked most horribly, And madly did he rave ; Then howling fled from out the hall To die within his cave. Theodore M. Hemelt, ’15. Mitttpr B 30 0. For many men upon this earth. Winter has its fun and mirth; But when, in truth, it comes to me, This is all that I can see— Heavy cold, bills tenfold; Whooping cough, with heat turned off ; Cramps and gripes, and frozen pipes; Stomach ills, doctor’s bills ; Rheumatiz, lack of biz; Appendicitis, meningitis ; Constant sneezing, rubbing, greasing; Mustard plasters, new disasters; Fasts and diet, never quiet; Then a torpid liver, is the trouble giver; Mumps and measles, and bronchitis ; But thanks to Heaven, there are no “mosquitis.” J. Reith, ’15. 24 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A Sit 0f Q HE took up one of the magazines and glanced through it casually, but somehow it did not appeal to the old lady, and so she laid it down again. There was a volume of poems, richly bound in vellum, on the table by her side, and for a while the story of its gallant knights and lovely maidens be- witched her. But soon the weight of the book began to tire her feeble hands. After that, quite as a last resort, she took up the evening paper and glanced through it, just to while away the time. She had never taken much concern in politics, the latest Parisian fashion did not interest her in the least, but pres- ently three little stanzas, wedged in between a lurid account of a murder and a patent medicine advertisement, caught her eye. The poem was Eugene Field’s “Little Boy Blue,” and at the very first lines of it the old lady became all attention : The little toy dog is covered with dust. But sturdy and staunch it stands. And the little tin soldier is covered with rust. And his musket molds in his hands. Very slowly, as she read on, the tears came into her eyes and blurred the spectacles so that she could scarcely see the lines of the second stanza : “Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said, “And don’t you make any noise!” Then, toddling off to his tnmdle bed. He dreamed of his pretty toys. And as he was dreaming an angel song n; Awakened our little boy. Oh, the years are many THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 25 Yes, they were many! It was more than half a century ago, now. The paper dropped from the old lady’s hand and rustled to the floor. There was no use in trying to read any more, for her thoughts had flown back now, back to the time when she had just such a Little Boy Blue as that. True, since then she had lots of other children. Even now, as she sat there in the twilight, she could hear the shouts of her grandchildren, at play not far away, but little Josie had been the first-born, and, somehow, the others were different, and nobody knew just why but herself. She had daughters to console her in her widowhood, but with little Josie it was different. They only knew of him by the little headstone in the graveyard; but to her Why, after reading that little poem, it seemed as though it were only yesterday that he was toddling along beside her, rosy, bright and full of fun. And he used to say just those things, she remembered. ‘‘Why, mother;” said her daughter, as she came in, “you’ve been crying! What’s the matter?” “It was nothing, dear,” answered the old lady, as she wiped her eyes. “I was reading, you know, and it upset me a little. It was just a bit of verse.” George B. Loden, H. S., ’12. 26 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Btxmtt: 2|0m (§ih lift Nm. tT would be almost amusing, were it not really amazing, to see the perfect complacency with which only too many seemingly learned men of our time view the achievements of present-day scientists, and congratulate themselves upon the rapid strides that are being made in the scientific world. They seem to think that their generation has seen the only real advancement of any age upon these lines, and they venture to predict that posterity will reverence this period as the greatest scientific epoch the world has ever known. Perhaps the reason for this erroneous opinion may be assigned to the almost complete stagnation of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and the comparatively slight progress that was made during that time. Perhaps it may be due to their igno- rance of the many great discoveries and wonderful inven- tions of former generations, of which most of our modem marvels are but the developments and improvements. Be that as it may, it nevertheless is tmly incredible what a de- lusion some of our eminent scientists are harboring. They seem to forget the Euclids, the Aristotles, the Gali- leos, the countless number of astronomers, mathematicians, philosophers, and, in fact, scientists of every age and nation, every creed and condition, who have devoted their lives, their energies and talents to the unfolding of nature’s mysteries and have brought to light discoveries that have revolution- ized the course of human events. The self-sufficiency of their intellects contains no room for the memory of the deeds of bygone ages. They have eyes only for the present; their minds can comprehend naught but the deeds of their own times. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 27 And it is not in any particular branch of science alone that this development of ancient ideas can be perceived. Philos- ophy, medicine, astronomy, all have their beginning in the far distant past, all owe the origin to the intelligence and application of a remote, but not forgotten antiquity. Nor, in making this statement, are the accomplishments of the scientists of the present day underestimated, nor is an effort made to undervalue the remarkable benefits bestowed upon mankind by Edison, and Marconi, the Wright Brothers, and the other geniuses too numerous to mention. Their feats are truly wonderful, and humanity cannot regard them too highly. But what is meant is simply this. Science, as it is today, is, for the most part, nothing but a development of ideas accumulated in the course of many ages. From the farthest limits of Paganism to the coming of the Messiah, and then on down through the centuries of the Christian Era, the wisdom of the human race has ever been engaged in fostering and developing the basic principles that underlie our scientific system. And as age succeeded age, and men became more and more versed in the laws of God and Nature, these scien- tific tenets waxed strong and vigorous, ever changing and improving and progressing. Thus down the channels of time, through the mists and clouds of the so-called Dark Ages, they came to us, the evolution of generations, the zenith of the world’s intellectual attainments. It is the present day scien- tists, ’tis true, that have unfolded the greatest inventions that the world has ever seen. But the majority of the ideas, the principles underlying these mighty achievement s, were known and suggested by our forefathers, were evolved in the fertile intelligence of a far, far distant past. The conquest of the elements in electricity and aviation is regarded as the most signal victory of modern genius, and undoubtedly surpasses any of the wonders of antiquity. But 28 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL even these branches of science were known to some degree in the ages that have preceded us. The Pagan priests of ancient Greece appreciated the fact that amber, when rubbed with a cloth generated an electric charge and hence had the power of attracting other small objects to itself. Though they knew not its name, they made use of this charge, and by venerating it, and reverencing it as a mysterious being, they were enabled to inspire awe into the minds of their super- stitious followers. In aviation, too, we have an instance of the progressiveness of thought in those olden times. As early as the Fifteenth Century a mathematician named Dante con- trived an ingenious pair of wings, with which he made several successful flights. But a disastrous fall upon a church steeple put an end to his experiments, and, after his death, the science of aviation fell into disrepute. Again in the field of applied mathematics we are centuries behind in many of our principles. It was Galileo and his school who created the branches known as mechanics, hydro- statics, and the like; but the practicability of these studies had been demonstrated ages before, as is shown by the me- chanical inventions that have come down to us. The Lusitania and Mauretania, the two great monsters of the Atlantic, were enabled to eclipse all former records for speed by the new style engine, the turbine, with which they were equipped. This engine, invented in 1834, was imme- diately acknowledged to be a vast improvement over the old reciprocating type then in use, and its introduction was hailed as another example of the rapid advancement of modern times. And in a way it was. But the idea itself is older than Chris- tianity and dates back to 2000 years before the coming of the Messiah. At the University of Alexandria, founded by the great con- queror, Alexander himself. Heron, one of the professors of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 29 mathematics, applied the above-mentioned principle to what was probably the first steam engine ever made. He had a globe of copper, mounted on a pivot, and containing a certain amount of water. On being heated, the water produced steam, which was conducted through tubes so bent as to open in opposite directions on either side of the globe. The impact of the escaping steam upon the air set the globe revolving, and thus the principle of the turbine engine at work is clear. In chemistry and medicine we see the same preponderance of ancient laws and ideas. To Lavoisier, in the eighteenth century, is ' attributed the discovery of the principle of the indestructibility of matter — namely, that the amount of mat- ter in a given substance remains always the same — though, perhaps, when acted upon by such forces as heat, light and electricity, the matter may assume different forms, or go off as a gas, as coal does when burned. But Saint Thomas Aquinas, five centuries before, had come to this same con- clusion regarding the conservation of matter, and had taught it to his pupils. And he had also conceived the principle of the conservation of energy, the discovery of which was at- tributed to Von Rumford, several hundred years later. In the time of the Ptolemeys of Egypt, 5000 years ago, anatomy and surgery were scientifically studied, and there is a well-grounded tradition that even as early as the year 4157 B. C., Athothis, an Egyptian monarch, wrote an exten- sive treatise on anatomy. The treatment of the eyes was copiously dilated upon in the Ebers Papyrus, one of the oldest documents with regard to medicine that is still extant, the writing of which was done probably about 1600 B. C. And, according to Dr. James Walsh, Dean of the Fordham Medi- cal School, and an acknowledged authority on such matters, the knowledge of eye diseases displayed by these early teach- ers of medicine was little short of marvelous. Even den- 30 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL tistry, which was thought to be a comparatively modem sci- ence, can be dated back to the Pagan times: for mummies have been found at Thebes that were probably buried there around the year 3000 B. C., whose mouths contained the re- mains of gold fillings that were well put in. There could be cited innumerable other instances in phil- osophy, medicine, mathematics, and in practically all the branches that go to make up our modern science, and it could if there were need still further be shown the direct connection that exists between our own and ancient times along these August J. Bourbon, T4. J.e.5H6FfJOAN . 93 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 31 Amak nittg. tT was Christmas Eve, and merry was the crowd that con- -■ gregated in the snowclad streets of Carson City, bustling along, intent upon their purchases and thinking with joy of the pleasant surprises of the morrow. At every comer fakirs were displaying their wares, beside them the patient workers of the Salvation Army had established their littlfe stands ; and it seemed that nothing was lacking to remind the passersby of the joy and gladness of the season. Around the store win- dows the curious throngs crowded and jostled ; they were out for a good time, and intended to see ever5rthing that could be seen. Down Main street came a familiar figure, dear old Santa Claus, with his rosy cheeks and wavy hair and fur-bedecked suit of bright red cloth. High above his head he bore a sign advertising “The Best Home-Made Candies in Town,” but that did not lessen the respect roused for him in the hearts of the children who saw him. In vain they tugged at re- straining hands and endeavored to follow him. And then, when he was far out of sight they went home to dream the beautiful dreams of guileless youth, while the jingle of bells and prancing of countless deer soothed their repose with a sweet lullaby. In front of one of the smaller stores the portly figure stopped, almost unconsciously, and regarded for a mo- ment a small bright-eyed miss, who looked at him with re- spectful awe and admiration. She was alone, and in the busy crowd of happy folks, her small, shrinking figure looked sadly out of place. Shyly she glanced up at him out of two violet eyes, with a glance that spoke volumes. All the eagerness of childhood 32 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL seemed pent up within her, ready to burst forth in eager child- ish prattle, but ever her timidity overcame her and speech v ould not come. At last he stooped and spoke to her. “What are you doing here all alone, my pretty miss? Isn’t it rather late for you to be out?” “O, Mister Santa Claus, you don’t know how I have waited for you. Mamma is sick, and said you would not be around tonight; for, since papa left, she hasn’t had much money; so she thought you would pass us by this time. I knew she was wrong; so when she went to sleep I came out and waited. You won’t forget us, will you? Just bring me a little doll, and some candy for my stocking. Mamma wouldn’t say what she wanted, but I guess she would like some blankets, or something like that. She looked so cold when I came out that I had to put my coat over her. You’ll come, won’t you? Oh mamma will be so glad. I’ll run home now and tell her.” “Where do you live?” he asked. And then and there re- solved that on the morrow Santa Claus should once again visit the poor little girl. “Just over the tracks,” she said. “Goodby.” And away she went, as fast as her fairly flying legs could take her. He watched her out of sight, and then, with a sigh, went on his way. He would see the charity workers and find out if something could not be done for the mother and child. The Overland Limited was late that evening and the crowd of Christmas passengers, anxious to see their homes and fami- lies, were urging the train crew to make up the lost time. The latter needed no persuasion; they, too, were animated by the spirit of Christmas cheer and love, and the engineer drove the big locomotive till it seemed that the boilers would burst. They were due in Sacramento at 5 o’clock Christmas morning, but they would have to travel fast to get there on schedule time. Few stops had been made since they had left Salt Lake THE DEAN OF PIMLICO, THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 33 City and they seemed to be in a fair way to make up the lost time. Into Carson City the steel monster flew; flashed past the small station and was away again on the last lap of its long journey. Near the outskirts of the town the engineer’s attention was diverted for a moment — only for a moment — but when he turned again his heart stood still with dread. From behind an old roundhouse, some twenty yards ahead, a little girl ran out and started to cross the rails. The shrill blast of the whistle,, instead of warning, only served to disconcert her; for a mo- ment she hesitated, just in the middle of the track. The engi- neer, with a mighty effort, threw on the brakes, but it was too late. Like a feather the child was tossed into the air and down to earth she came a moment later, crushed and battered ; all the life gone from her frail little body. Truly she had a happy awakening that Christmas morning ! The perpetual Santa Claus of all humanity was there to wel- come her, and waiting, too, was her mother, who, as she thought, she had left sleeping easily, but really in the eternal repose of death. The charity workers found her there in the morning and an inquest decided that death had been due to exposure. On her face was a happy smile; for she had merely passed to a more pleasant sphere, where pain and suffering are no more, and where Santa is never neglectful. Together the mother and child had entered upon a perpetual Yuletide ! August J. Bourbon, ’14 34 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Slyr Natitiitg The air was cold, and quiet held the night, On high the stars, the heaven’s eyes, shone clear; And ’neath a pall of pure and spotless white. The earth lay buried in a guilty fear. ’Twas then the King of Heaven and Earth, In Bethlehem’s poor shepherd’s stable bare. Of Mary’s womb was born in lowly birth ; And deigned to dwell upon this earth of care. His eyes, twin castles of eternal light. In grandeur far outshone the stars above: His tiny arms, that seemed to lack the might. Were binding all within His endless love. His countenance with tender yearning glowed. And beauty shone, as heaven’s beauty can; And from His heart abundant blessings flowed. To heal the grief of every mortal man. Oh Christ, who thus for me and for my sake Came down, as child, upon this sinful sphere! Oh kindly grant the prayers which now I make And let them rise unto Thy listening ear. J. Rcith, ’15. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 35 OIm0 nf Jffirtuin. touring the past decade, the lank, familiar form of Sir Conan Doyle’s redoubtable hero, has, perhaps, become as familiar to the English-reading people, as any other figure in their literature. His eccentricities in speech and manner, his uncanny and certainly extraordinary ability in unravelling criminal mysteries, coupled with the fascination of his meth- ods of work, have given to Sherlock Holmes, the premier right to the title of “The Master Detective.” Detectives have come and gone in myriads; but whether they walk through the pages of the penny spell-binder, or work out their theories, and unravel their plots, between more ambitious covers, one and all, their fame is builded on the treacherous sands of imitation. Their cunning has been dis- played, but to be forgotten, with the lone exception of the immortal Sherlock, whose name has become a byword and whose fame has become proverbial, and whose position as detective-laureate, has been considered impregnable. Within the last year, however, the “Master Detective’s” reputation has been seriously threatened; a foeman worthy of his steel — magnifying glass would perhaps be the better word — has appeared in the list. The person of a retiring, sombre, unpretentious little Catholic priest, certainly the last person on earth in whom one would expect to find the quali- ties of a detective — has caused consternation in the ranks of Sherlock’s followers. A truly wonderful knowledge of human nature, particularly the criminal side of it — has this unique type of detective. His powers of observation and deduction are marvelous ; and there is no doubt, but that he is a serious rival for the position. 36 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL held for so many years by Dr. Vv atson’s friend. The creator of this new crime detector, is Gilbert Keith Chesterton, the versatile English writer. After trying his skilled pen at almost every branch of literature, including essays, criticisms, relig- ious controversies, political polemics, poetry and biographies, he has finally branched into the much-trodden path of detect- ive fiction. His first attempts in this field v ere rather unsuccessful,. ovHng to the author’s ambition to combine philosophy and mystery, v ith the result that the former element predominated to the detriment of the latter. He still works on the idea of producing a philosophical detective story in his later tales, but with far more success. In the series of stories, under the title of “The Innocence of Father Brown,” Chesterton has succeeded in creating a detective, who, while bringing his knowledge of philosophy to bear on the mystery to be unravelled, at the same time possesses enough interesting traits and distinctive personality,, to make him convincing, and intensely attractive. A word about our two rivals for detective supremacy. Father Brown and Sherlock Holmes are physically, as well as in the methods they employ, the very antithesis of each other. The former character is all that a detective should not be, according to popular acceptation of the type; and in portray- ing him as he does, Chesterton is only indulging in his char- acteristic love of the paradoxical. In introducing the hero, the author describes him as “a short Roman Catholic priest, from a small Essex village, with a round, dull face, from which looked a pair of blinking eyes, as vacant as the North Sea.” Nothing could differ more widely than this description, from the popular idea of the detective-hero of fiction. In whatever guise the typical sleuth may have been painted, he has always been a marked man. Certain characteristics have been insep- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 37 arable from him, such as a hawk nose, eagle eye. Besides these infallible marks, he is either tall and stealthy or short and wiry— never fat or dull-looking. Again Doyle’s hero measures up to the approved standard. His lank figure, piercing eye, together with his magnifying glass, and familiar tricks of trade, make him the accepted type of the man of mystery, more convincing, perhaps, but cer- tainly not more interesting than the little Essex priest. In methods, the two characters have little in common. Father Brown is what may be called a “transcendental Sher- lock Holmes.” He relies more on his wonderful knowledge of criminal nature, and less on the magnifying glass, than does his rival. As Father Brown says, “A man who does next to nothing but hear a man’s real sin, is not likely to be unaware of human evil.” In short. Holmes’ methods are inductive, whereas Father Brown’s are deductive. In unravelling a criminal mystery. Holmes starts on one side of the crime, and Father Brown on the other. Doyle’s hero by means of clues, subsequent to the crime, weaves a chain of evidence leading up to, and finally establishing the guilt of the criminal. Father Brown, however, begins at the other end of the crime, and by drawing on his inexhaustible knowledge of human nature, and applying it to the particular case in hand, he discovers the motive of the crime, and so works down to the crime itself. An idea of how Chesterton introduces philosophy into his detective stories, may be found in the first tale of the “Father Brown” series. Flambeau, the great French criminal, dis- guised as a priest, beguiles Father Brown to a lonely spot for the purpose of robbing him of a valuable sapphire cross. They become engaged in a theological discussion in the midst of which Flambeau, “with brow yet bent, and without chang- ing by the least shade his attitude or voice, added: “Just hand 38 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL over that sapphire cross of yours, will you?’’ The priest, however, had discovered the fact that Flambeau was a criminal in disguise, and so substituted a duplicate package. Flambeau, desirous of knowing how he had been discovered, asked Father Brown how he knew that he was not a priest. “You attacked reason,” said Father Brown. “It’s bad theology.” This diversity of the two distinct types of detective might be developed further, by citing other instances where the line of demarcation of methods is well defined. But to conclude, it may be said, that since the two characters’ sphere of activity is widely different; pursuing as they do, the same end, but employing opposite methods in obtaining it, so their position as leaders in this department of fiction will remain firm and secure, each holding the first place. Sherlock Holmes as Master Inductive, and Father Brown as Master Deductive Detective. F. H. Linthicum, ’12. I THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 39 A (Uli uxin Arquauitattr . S far back as I can remember, “Old James Walden,” as he • was called, had occupied the tall mansion at the end of the village street. Nobody ever seemed to know exactly when this singular old gentleman had come to the little town, but it was a fact that he had lived in that solitary house for upward of forty years. It is true that after his arrival a pale- faced young man had shared his home, but he, we were told, after a few years of wasting sickness, had been laid to rest in the church-yard a short distance from the village. Except for this brief period of companionship the old man had kept to himself and avoided, as far as possible, intercourse with any of his neighbors. A very quiet, sensitive old man he was, polite to all, but especially beloved by us little fellows, for he had the story-telling art that children love. With boy- ish glee we often sat under shady boughs and listened in rapt attention to his oft-repeated tales. One story in particular he used to tell, in which the hero was a boy like ourselves. I have forgotten its theme now, it is such a long time ago, but in some way it centered about the Palisades of the Hudson. He dubbed us “his boys,” and many a pleasant hour we whiled away listening to his inter- esting tales. Y et there was one fault we found with him. Often at the most exciting incident, on the approach of older per- sons, he would slink back into his old reticence of speech. Another time, mumbling some excuse he would at the most unexpected moment start off to the church-yard to visit the grave of the man whom we knew only through report. On such occasions we merely gazed with pity after the doting old man, for never would he allow us to accompany 40 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL him. Despite his eccentricities, we had grown to love him. As the years rolled on, we still held that fondness in our hearts for old Mr. Walden, but as we were growing older, we noticed that he was inclined to shun us too. We, who had always been his pets, soon grew to the age of manhood, event- ually drifted to the city, and after some years most of us developed into successful business men. On my next visit to the village I found, as I had expected, that my aged friend was sleeping beside his comrade in the church-yard. His secret sorrow, for there seemed to be some mystery in his life, was not divulged, but was buried with him. A business venture a short time ago took me to Albany. On my return, while speeding along the Hudson to New York, I found myself occupying a seat in the coach with a middle- aged man whose features seemed slightly familiar. We dropped into conversation and somehow or other drifted to the inexhaustible topic of the Civil War. On this subject my friend could talk fluently, and, presently, I was listening to his life’s history. He had been born, he said, in South Carolina, and at the outbreak of the war enlisted as a drummer boy. He had kept in touch with home as well as he could, writing frequently to his mother and brother, who was forced to remain at home on account of ill-health. The drummer had a chance now and then, in the course of those terrible years ,to see his father, who held a commission in the Confederate ranks. But from the time of his mother’s death, in the third year of the war, the boy grew despondent and then wayward. At the close of the struggle, he had not the strength, in the midst of such general distress, to return to a home where there was no mother to greet him. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 41 He went to Mexico. There, after accumulating some money, he staked the greater part in mining interests. For- tune favored him, and the age of twenty-two found him a wealthy man. By this time the yearning to see father and brother over- came him and he set out for the North. His cup of bitterness was brimmed to overflowing when he found the vast estate of his father, his old home, around which clung so many tender memories of those dear to his heart, was in the hands of a new owner. This man told him that some years before his broken-hearted father and brother had gone north in quest of him. With this sad news he started out, searching in person and by extensive advertising in all large cities, and finally reached New York. He despaired of ever finding his loved ones. After a few years he married. He was now living, he told me, in one of those quaint little villages to the north of the metropolis. With a sigh he finished, and seemed in deep thought. For some time we both sat in silence, for his story had a depressing effect on my spirits as well as his own. Presently my friend perceived the effect of his story, and as we were within clear view of those cliffs, so oddly wrought by capricious nature, he tried to rouse my spirits by a playful story of the Palisades. Hardly finished when his station was called, he grabbed his suit-case and made his way to the platform. “Your name,’’ I called. He tossed me his card, just as the train started again on its journey. I was perplexed. I tried to recall the connection of this man’s story, but it was not until the train lurched into New York that I thought of look- ing at the card on which I read: “James Walden, Jr.” J. Lardner, ’15. 42 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Alma Muttr, Hair! Dear Alma Mater, from thee we are wending! Joyous and happy we came to thy shrine, Took of thy knowledge, with wisdom blending. That we in life’s pathway the right might define. Praise to thee that with the classics and science — Models of purity, virtue divine — Thou wouldst our hearts to bid vice defiance. This work of love, Alma Mater, is thine. If from the seed in each bosom implanted Grows up a tree to yield golden fruit ’Tis to thy touch the rich yield is granted. Thou bentest aright the unwieldly young shoot. Though far away, thy precepts we’ll cherish Council and guidance from thee, to the end! May every bright hope, every thought ever perish That from thy standard may make us descend. Mother farewell! Oh long live thy glory! Ever at evil thy bolts will be hurled. Strength to the young, and stay of the hoary — O’er thee, Loyola’s great banner, unfurled. James F. Russell, Jr., 1912. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 43 Slure nf UTSIDE, in the streets, the chill March wind was blow- ing in fitful gusts, driving a thick, disagreeable mist, or rather fine rain, into the faces and beneath the storm col- lars of pedestrians. The latter hurried about with scowling visages, evidently ill-pleased with the stern necessities which demanded their presence on the streets on such a night. But to Louise and me within the cheery confines of the St. Croix, the state of the weather was a matter of supreme indifference. Indeed, it is to soothe the disturbing influence of such a night or of some of the more trying squalls that ruffle the tumultu- ous bosom of life’s surge, that Louise and I periodically seek the restfulness and tranquillity of the delightful little tea- room. Louise is my wife and has been for twenty-five years last December, and I can truthfully say that the declining years have but borne the fruit of the budding promise of our early wedded life. On the night, some months ago, of which I am speaking, Louise and I sat contentedly sipping our fragrant brew in the little alcove which is always placed at our service by the head servitor. The latter was a somewhat recent acquisition to the staff, but a very capable man, and had learned from his predecessor of our weakness for the alcove with extra hot beverage. From our point of vantage we commanded a view of the entire interior of the establishment, with its throng of brilliantly-clothed, bejewelled women and clean- cut, witty men, without ourselves becoming conspicuous. We sat long, as was our wont, in the half-light of the shaded lamp and talked dreamily of many subjects, while the soft, low, but inexpressibly beautiful music of the palm-hidden 44 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL orchestra seemed to be in perfect harmony with our mood. From the fond memories of our early conjugal burdens, and the success of our two grown-up sons in their chosen call- ings, our conversation veered around to the intricacies and deceptiveness of human nature. This was a pet hobby of Louise and she did most of the talking, peering out from behind the screen and imputing fancied adventures to many of the gay and seemingly care-free people beyond, while I sometimes spoke disparagingly of her selection of adventures for the pure pleasure of seeing that argumentative fire light up her gentle eyes. “Take that automaton of a head waiter, for instance,” I said. “Surely, Louise, you will not credit that impassive visage with having mirrored many of the stern or tender emotions.” “Oh, I don’t know, perhaps he cherishes in his bosom some slight, sentimental spark,” she answered. “Well, I’m going to ask him,” I said, forming a sudden re- solve. “It will be a pleasant diversion, at least and despite her gentle protests I soon had the man in question standing obsequiously beside my chair. To his intense surprise I de- sired him to be seated, and when he had complied I actually had the impertinence to bluntly state the position of affairs and desire him, if possible, to tell us something of his his- tory, which we, if he so desired it, would agree never to divulge. As I spoke I twirled a golden eagle in my fingers, and he, seeing my meaning, said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice: “Replace your gold in your purse, monsieur; I do not desire it.” Then he thought deeply for a few moments and said slowly: “Well, monsieur and madame” — bowing politely to Louise — “I suppose my story can do no harm now and a confession will ease my conscience, also you have been very kind to me and I am not ungrateful, though I must hide THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 45 my real feelings under a mask of impersonality. Yes, I have a story.” As the man spoke the lines of his face underwent a subtle change; the corners of his down-drawn mouth relaxed; the fires of old memories glowed in his eyes; his simulated smile disappeared and there stood before us — for he had now arisen — a man as unlike Jacques the head waiter as could well be imagined. Reseating himself, he bowed his head for a few moments as if lost in profound thought and thus began: ‘My dear friends — if you will permit me — I am formed like other men, I have an intellect and soul like other men, and yet I am not as other men in one horrible particular ; in short, I am possessed of a devil. But do not be alarmed, madame,” he said quickly, seeing the alarm expressed on my wife’s face. ‘Tt is not a demon that can cause you any trouble; it is the fiend of the gambler!” The old man’s tone, which had been fraught with excitement, subsided into a retrospec- tive key as he continued : ‘T was born in the shadow of the Swiss Alps, near the imaginary line which divides my beloved fatherland from the sunny plains of France. My parents were of noble birth, and I can tell you — since I am incognito — that the family name which was given to me in baptism was at one time a m.agic word throughout the French dominions. Of my mother I cherish naught but the most tender recollections, but my father it was, who, through the medium of the Paris gambling hells, brought us from our luxurious city palace to the com- parative annihilation of the Swiss mountain-side. When he died I was but three years old, yet I firmly believe that as the film of death forever dimmed his eyes his master-demon quit his useless clay and fastened itself undetachably to my childish soul. It was then that mother and I gave up our town house and abode on the mountain-side. 46 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL “As the years passed by I waxed strong and intelligent, but with every stride of progress I took in body or intellect my dominant passion, unheeded, took to itself a correspond- ing measure of strength. Oftimes I would return to my mother without some article of apparel which her loving fin- gers had fashioned for me, having forfeited it in the rude games of chance indulged in by a coterie of my school com- panions. At last, one day when I was about sixteen years of age, I returned home and led away the old goat, the source of our cheese supply, which I had lost upon an unlucky turn of the dice. That night, when I realized the enormity of my offense, I fought a battle, fierce and long, with my demon and at its conclusion I swore a solemn oath, in the presence of my mother, never again to take part in any game of chance. “Two weeks later I departed, with a slender purse, to be- gin my studies at the University of Berlin. Here I spent four years of earnest endeavor, in constant conflict with my besetting mania. Often and often I have run wildly from the corridors of my lodging hall, with my fingers in my ears to keep out the rattle of the dice and the whir of the roulette- wheel in the rooms of s ome member of the sporting frater- nity. But my time of probation was at length ended and I took my degree with highest honors. “In the midst of my rejoicing came the news of my mother’s death with crushing suddenness. My mind unaided could scarcely withstand the shock and my old enemy with his plausible insinuations whispered to me, ‘Gamble, fool, gamble; sell your books and instruments; they will bring much shining gold and in the engrossing fickleness of chance you will find relief from your sorrow.’ He almost won! I spent days and nights walking to the doors of the various gambling-hells, only to have my steps arrested on the threshold by the thought of my oath and that the next step THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 47 would mean ruination and madness. At length a strong in- tellect and robust constitution came to my aid and I buried my sorrow and in earnest set about the furtherance of my life-work — that of carving, single-handed, a name for myself equal to that of my father before his downfall. ‘‘To make a long story short, I succeeded beyond my hopes. I studied and experimented and after some years returned to France with such a reputation for learning that I was elected dean of a far-famed university where I performed the duties of my station with pleasure and profit and was, I think, al- most universally revered and even loved by those with whom I came in contact. “All went well for several years and in the meantime I became the guardian of a young nephew of mine, and the trustee of his hereditary fortune — about one million francs! The latter had been placed in my name by his parents, who trusted implicitly in my integrity and the boy was totally ignorant of his wealth. “Some two or three years after I received this great trust, my health gave signs of failing and being prevailed upon by my friends, I consented to take a long trip and by a complete change of environment lure back my wasted energies. For weeks I toured the cities and places of beauty and interest on the continent, allowing chance to direct my course, until one day of ill-fate found me at Monte Carlo. All tokens of my ancient scourge had now disappeared and I felt no hesi- tation or qualms of conscience at watching the play or in- deed at dropping a coin upon the board. ‘Why, thought I, •should I hesitate to join in the play? My oath is now ful- filled, as to the spirit at least, and the letter is of no conse- quence. I therefore entered the hall, first, however, having donned a disguising domino— a device by means of which many illustrious persons try their fortune — and soon my first 48 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL coin was deposited. I chose the red and the red turned up. Again I played and this time I lost. My friends, I think you have heard of the ‘Man in the Domino;’ how even the old nonchalant habitues of the institution came and stood be- hind the mysterious stranger with strained faces and bated breath as night after night he left heaps of the yellow curse upon the avaricious table. My demon whom I had thought forever silenced had been merely slumbering and upon awak- ening and finding his habitation swept and garnished brought in the proverbial seven companions. I lost — lost — lost; in short, I was mad. In the interims of play I turned my se- curities into gold and left it in shining heaps upon the table. I had begun to play on Monday and Sunday dawned upon me a ruined man, aye, more than ruined, a dishonored man, for the bulk of my enormous losses had been the property of my ward and he was now as penniless as I. ‘T shall not attempt to describe the dragging horror of the days, months and years that followed. Of course a hue and cry was privately set on foot by my relatives in behalf of the poor defenceless lad I had robbed, but my primal instinct of self-preservation led me to seek safety in flight. I secured a berth on a cattle steamer and I, the former dean of S University, performed the most menial tasks for our bovine freight as a recompense for my passage to America. While upon the tranquil bosom of the deep, one night, I solemnly vowed, in the presence of God and of my sainted mother, to restore every franc to the boy I had wronged, or work my life away in the attempt. The latter alternative, however, proved unnecessary. The land of my adoption soon gave me an ample return for the schemes, all honest, however, of my active brain, and at, the end of ten years of ardent toil under an assumed name, I had the unutterable pleasure of forward- ing to my young relative the full amount of my defalcation. HIGH SCHOOL SENIORS. 1 1-; THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 49 Here, however, my endeavors ceased. Never more will I amass any considerable amount of money. I cannot tru st myself with it. I gave the flourishing business which I had acquired to the charities of the city and, scanning the columns of a newspaper, applied for and received the first menial posi- tion offered — that of servitor in the St. Croix tea-rooms.” As the old man concluded his account, his face, v hich had been transfigured by the emotion aroused in his heart by the narrative, slowly lost its brightness and his head sank upon his breast in profound reverie. Louise and I exchanged won- dering glances, but dared not disturb the trend of his retro- spection. At length he raised his grizzled head and said slowly : “In this humble position I intend to pass the remainder of my days in atoning for the crimes of my life, especially for the years of education and improvement v hich I snatched from the life of my young kinsman. I suppose that you are horrified at the presence of my demon spirit — for I will never again flatter myself that he is entirely subdued. But now I must go. No comments, please, and no thanks. It is better thus.” For an instant he struggled to compose his features, the corners of his mouth drew down, and his shoulders assumed a slight hunch. Then the head servitor of St. Croix shuffled off to the kitchen. Silently Louise and I walked hand-in-hand through the now-deserted aisle and entered our waiting Limousine. Ralph Sybert, H. S., ’12. 4 50 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL mh qINCE the sixteenth century, when men’s minds were corrupted, the teaching of ages perverted and whole nations apostatized, the world has accused the church of ham- pering the progress of science. Thence on, from century to century, it has been alleged by men of prominence, by scien- tists, even by eminent physicians and surgeons of -our day that the Popes and Church have been leagued in a conspiracy against science in general, but especially against chemistry and medicine. Not only have they given verbal expression to their sentiments, but there is knowledge of one, who with- out hesitation set forth his charges in writing. The doctor in question, Andrew D. White, ex-Ambassador to England and former president of Cornell, in his book on the “Warfare of Theology With Science,” has uttered several malicious statements. The objects of his malice. Pontifical decrees, have been also choice morsels for attack by non-Catholic scientists. For their claim is that these bulls or letters are direct abolitions of the allied sciences, surgery and chemistry. Copies of both bulls are extant, but a discussion of their con- tents is more preferable than to present them in the vernac- ular. The bull “De Sepulturis,” concerning burials, published by Pope Boniface VIII in 1300, forbade the cutting up of bodies for transportation purposes. It was the custom when any person of rank or official distinction died on foreign soil, to dismember the body and burn the flesh from the bones, or to preserve the dissected body in alcohol, so as to enable it to be taken home for interment. This barbarous practice was not infrequent, and during the Crusades became a common THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 51 occurrence. To obviate this loathesome usage, Boniface com- manded the faithful, under ban of excommunication, not to permit or assist at any such dismembering. For he regarded the body as the temple of the Holy Ghost. Thus even the least observant can readily understand, that the purport of the decree was not the prohibition of surgery; nor as some say, to limit dissection, but was reverence for the dead. To this conclusion. Dr. White issues the objection that the world misinterpreted the decree and as a consequence anatomical research became rarer and rarer and at length obsolete. If this were true, the histories of medicine make no comment upon it, and surely the leaders of the Reformation would not have lost this opportunity for criticism. On the contrary, there was no bull on dissection. In excellence it almost rivalled that of today, producing men destined to be the teachers of posterity. In the works of Mundino, the predecessor of Vesalius, at Bologna, we find evidence of frequent dissection; and Guy de Chauliae writes “There are two ways to know anatomy. From the book and by experi- ment,” which, he adds, he and Mundino had performed many times. From this it is apparent that dissection was not rare. Indeed many skilled in that art might be mentioned ; Alessan- dra, the first woman surgeon, and Otto Agenius, pupils of the Bologna savant. Numerous experiments of Vesalius, the pioneer of present-day anatomy, might be narrated ; those too, of the Englishmen, Linacre and Caius, Phreas and Harvey — all of whom sought for educational advantage and encourage- ment the universities of northern Italy, situated in papal territory and under the direction of the Popes. Stensen, when harassed by the mediocre critics of Holland, who were uns5ntnpathetic with the theory that the heart was merely a muscle and not a secreter of emotions, journeyed to Rome for refuge, and later became a priest. Assuredly none would 52 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL suppose these scientists so devoid of sense as to practice pro- hibited art beneath the very walls of Rome! Hence it is evident that the Pontiffs fostered rather than abolished dis- section. Nor was the Vicar of Christ satisfied that genius should dwell under his standard in Italian universities only, but he wished to have them under his own roof. This is strange conduct for men, about whom Doctor White says, “It would be expecting too much from human nature to imagine that Pontiffs, who derived large revenues from the sale of the Agnus Dei, should favor the development of any science, such as medicine, w’hich undermined their interests.” If the Popes were interested only in the miraculous healing of disease, or would have exhorted men to depend solely upon relics and sacramentalsJ from their recovery, they would have had no regular physician in attendance on them, or if so they would have selected men who were doing the least for the further- ance of medicine. However, the opposite of this is the case. Papal physicians as a rule were the most progressive and learned of contemporary medical men. From the dawn of the middle ages down to the eighteenth century, no court could boast of the famous line of personages that graced the chair of papal doctor. Of especial prominence are Guido, of Mont- pelier, who re-established the hospital of Santo Spiritu in Rome; Simon Januensis, compiler of the first medical diction- ary; De Chauiiac, pioneer of twentieth century anatomy; John, of Tornamira, v ho composed an introduction to medi- cine, which was used in the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries ; Columbo and Eustachius, of surgical fame, and Caesalpinus, whom the Italians hail as the originator of the theory of the circulation of the blood. Surely Vesalius, the father of sur- geons, would have been among their number had not Charles V, of Spain, attached him to his court. Nor does the history THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 53 of that illustrious gathering of men end here. Immediately before assuming the papal dignity Pope John XXI was an optician of repute, and is described by Dr, J. B. Petella as the most perfect encyclopedist of the middle ages in their first renaissance. With such exponents, the famous line went on. But the eighteenth century brought a cloud over the papacy. There were political disturbances in Italy and the Popes v ere shorn of their power. As a consequence their medical school lost its prestige and finally disappeared. The bull relative to chemistry, was issued to prevent the susceptible from being deceived. By this decree, Pope John XXII did not condemn the encouragement of chemistry or alchemy, but forbade the so-called alchemists, who claimed they could convert baser metals into gold and silver, from practicing their delusive art. That the progress of chemical research was not hampered by this decree is evident from the number of famous scientists experimenting at that time. England rejoiced in Roger Bacon and Raymond Tully. France was honored by the residence of Albertus Magnus and Thomas Aquinas. From Germany the fame of Basil Valen- tine, a Benedictine monk, was spread abroad by his discoveries anent the commercial value of anatomy. To the celebrities of this epoch is connected the name of a more familiar genius of the sixteenth century, Paracelsus. Though not possessed of an admissive nature, he attributed whatever aid he received in his profession from contemporary ecclesiastics. As from these citations, anyone may remark the number of clergymen engaged in chemical pursuits, it is obvious that the oft- mentioned papal abolition was but mythical and legendary. To no greater advantage can the activity of the Popes in regard to science be exemplified, than by Pope John XXII. Ascending the throne of Peter past seventy, he used the weight of papal authority to the encouragement of medical THE LOYOLA ANNUAL schools and the maintenance of a high standard in them. His letters respecting medicine evince a remarkable capability to cope v ith the demands of the time. He endowed the Univer- sities of Perugia and Cahors, in which seven years of study were required for the doctorate in medicine. His travels to Oxford and Paris, where the attendance was upwards of thirty thousand students, thoroughly acquainted him with the imperfections of the entire educational system, both in England and on the continent. Chemistry, physics and the natural sciences were all fostered by this able churchman, and the productiveness of thisi fostering spirit was proven by the genius of the subsequent epoch; all of which corroborate the statement that the Church, instead of resisting or prohibiting the course of genuine science, expended her power to its devel- opment. But the purpose of this essay has been only half fulfilled if no remark is made on the opposition of mankind in general to scientific research. That this great impediment did not proceed from religious intolerance in any proper sense of the term, but from the refusal of scientists themselves to accept any new truths is demonstrated by Dean Sv ift, when he said in his own bitter frame of mind, but still with an approach to truth, “That when a true genius appears in the land you may know him by this sign, that all the fools are in confederacy against him. Consequently, ‘the truth-seeker has had to struggle for his physical existence. Each acquisition of truth has been resisted by the full force of the inertia of satisfac- tion with preconceived ideas. Just as a new thought comes to us with a shock that rouses the resistance of our personal conservatism, so a new idea is met and repelled by the con- servatism of society.’ ” Dean Swift’s oft-quoted passage has found appropriate expression in the lives of many scientists. To present a concrete case, the Englishman Harvey, know- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 55 ing only too well the contemptibleness of the scientific mind, for twenty years withheld from publication his theory, affirm- ing the continual flow of the blood to and from the heart. Though meanwhile he expounded his doctrine to his pupils, by which medium he hoped to prepare the world for a formal reception of his theory, nevertheless, he ultimately encoun- tered the same fate as many of his predecessors. The whole rank and file of science was up in arms against his discovery, his friends forsook him and his rising reputation suffered a precipitous decline. The conservatism of man triumphed over the production of genius. And when in the gloom of increas- ing years, his thoughts reverted to the past, he understood in its full significance the ultra-conservatism of scientists. Were he alive today, he would deny the assertions of Dr. White, that all medieval history testifies that the Church impeded the progress of science, as vehemently as he would show from his own experience that the conservatism of the world was the principle and sole opposing factor in scientific develop- ment. Andrew J. Harrison, ’14. 56 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL T ERGERSON, an extra passenger engineer, sat in the roundhouse talking to a first trick dispatcher by the name of Racey. Fergerson was a typical engineer, almost a giant in stature, with extra broad shoulders, and from his gen- eral appearance looked as if he could have picked up the little trick dispatcher and thrown him to the track below without the least effort. ‘TM like to know what a fellow in my place could do,” he complained, ‘‘what would you do?” he asked almost hope- lessly. Racey examined an order before he answered. “I really could not tell you what to do; Fve never been in such a fix. Anyhow you wouldn ' t take advice if I ' d give it,” he continued. Fergerson proceeded to kick the benches over, which had been placed there for idle trainmen. “Better quit it,” advised Racey. “The chief will come in and fall all over you for it.” “I wish somebody would try it,” answered Fergerson, for he was mad — not angry. And small wonder, this was his wed- THIRD YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. 4 ” ' • ' fr THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 57 ding day, and his bride-elect was one hundred miles away and no way for him to reach her in time for the marriage. They were short of passenger engineers at the time and the chief had almost gotten down upon his knees and begged him to stay and postpone his wedding until a more propitious time. The train he was to take out was not to leave until late that evening, and he could not, by even a miracle, get there in time for the wedding as he had almost hopelessly hoped. Just then a small man with little twinkling eyes came in; his hair, which was turning gray, was well brushed from a broad, intellectual forehead that marked him at once, as king above the common run of trainmen. This was the chief train despatcher of the “C. R He said an extra freight was to be sent out immediately to Farnham, the home of Fergerson’s future bride. Fergerson was silent a moment as if in deep thought, then raising his head, asked slowly, “Please, Mr. Randall, may I take her out, I want to get married today and everything is in readiness. If you’ll let me go. I’ll get there on time.” “But,” answered Randall, “you’re a passenger engineer.” “Please,” pleaded Fergerson, “you have a wife, and you were just as anxious as I, when you were about to be married.” “Well, under those circumstances I guess I’ll have to let you go,” replied Randall. Fergerson’s thanks were profuse. “I’ll remember this, Mr. Randall, you’ll not regret your kindness, sir.” Fergerson immediately busied himself by getting his crew together, which took him full three-quarters of an hour. Fate seemed against Fergerson. When the train was in readiness, he started her by pulling the throttle to full speed at once which pulled out a coupling. 58 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Fergerson said to himself, “accident number one,” trying not to show his anger. This delayed him for about half an hour, then starting more carefully he got out of the yards without further mishaps. When upon a straight track he started by pulling the throt- tle to almost top speed, forgetting it was a monstrous freight engine, not a small light passenger engine he was driving. The engine responded by rolling and rocking along the rail like a crazy thing. The men in the caboose were almost scared to death and the middle brakeman did not dare to walk over the box cars, as was his duty, and the fireman was begging to slack his speed as he could not keep the needle of the firing gauge up to the two-hundred mark, as was customary; but all of a sudden the engine and cars gave a lurch and the shovel slipped from the fireman’s hands and flew into the blazing fire. Looking up at Fergerson he exclaimed, “My gosh, I’ve thrown the shovel into the fire!” “Fire as you can with your hands, then; anything you can get,” yelled Fergerson desperately, never slackening his speed. About five minutes later they reached a watering station. The fireman borrowed a shovel from an Italian workman employed on the road, and gave him a dollar as a peace-offer- ing. Fergerson once more started on his wedding journey and soon increased the speed of the engine to a higher point than she ever had been run in all her hard days of labor. As they neared the end of their journey they got a red signal, which meant danger and for them to stop. Fergerson stopped, took out his watch, and exactly one minute later started in compliance with a rule for passenger trains, but forgetting it was a freight train which he was piloting, went straight ahead, leaving his flagman behind. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 59 Hearing a loud crash behind, he knew the train was off the track. Jumping off the engine he rushed into the open door of a yard office nearby where McDonald, master mechanic and father of Nellie, his bride-elect, stood looking critically at the engine. “You’ve played the dickens with that engine,” growled McDonald, as Fergerson came up. “Look at her, she’s torn to pieces.” “Shut up,” snapped Fergerson, “call the wrecker.” “Why — Why is that you, Fergerson? I was wired that you were tied up at Waterville.” “Where’s Nellie,” he replied irrelevantly. “Nellie ! Why I told her you would not be here, and I think, she told her friends that the wedding has been postponed. Why didn’t you wire when you left?” “Aw! I forgot,” said Fergerson, weakly, as he sank into a chair. Suddenly he got to his feet. “After you have called the wrecker you come home as quick as you can, and get the parson on your way. I’m going to marry her tonight or never.” McDonald looked after his future son-in-law and at length muttered, “He’s the limit. He’s got an awful temper for a man, but I certainly do admire his determination.” T. A. J. Murphy, H. S., ’15. 60 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL HajB ill A ( m ? T N their boyhood days they had always been good friends ; in fact, chums. But a little blue-eyed girl sprang up between them, and their friendship and devotion soon changed to hatred and envy. Well, Jim won out, though not fairly; and he and the girl were married, and off on their honey-moon, long before Joe realized the fact. But when he did, he made the whole village quake with the vehemence of his threats. However, his good nature overcame his anger, and soon he was about his business with his accustomed cheerfulness. A month later the newly-married couple returned, happier than larks. At first, they carefully avoided Joe, not that they feared him, but Jim considered discretion the better part of valor, and thought it best not to tempt him. Thus time ’went on ; Jim kept away from Joe, and Joe never bothered Jim ; until most of the villagers thought, that the enmity between them had been laid to rest, and were daily expecting them to shake hands, and renew old friendships. This was especially so, since it was a well-known fact that Jim and his wife were living in almost unnatural happiness and concord. But others shook their heads and gravely awaited the day of revenge, which they said would eventually come. There was a small matter of business, which Jim wished to transact with Joe, but because of the enmity, he deferred it for the time being. But one day, having nothing else to do, he decided to see Joe about it. Accordingly he went to his place of business across the way, and, on entering, was sur- prised to see the pictures of so many people hanging about. “Surely,” thought he, “ Joe has become quite popular.” But then his former friend entered, and put an end to his observa- THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 61 tions. The two met like strangers : Jim stated his mission, and v as asked to step into the next room. Then, before he knew what was going on, Jim found himself gazing into the mouth of some formidable object. “What is it? ' ’ he asked himself. “What can it be? A gun? It has the appearance of one.” He thought of his wife, and an unac- countable rigidness stole over him. There, with his head con- cealed beneath a dark cloth, stood Joe, his rival. “Ah,” he hissed, “now I have you where I want you. If you ever before looked good, now’s the time to repeat the expression. Move, and you’re a bad one. I’ll make a good job of this, for that little wife of yours, if it’s the last act I perform,” Wife? The thought increased Jim’s stiffness. His eyes gazed forth in a concentrated stare; his lips quivered; he tried to yell, but his tongue was lifeless ; his muscles immovable ; his breath came in gasps. He tried to smile, but fear froze it on his counte- nance before it was fully out; all was quiet. Then, with a fiendish zeal Joe began to operate and aim the gun-like object. Slowly his fingers begin to press upon the trigger. With a last desperate effort Jim tried to move his benumbed limbs ; but it is too late. A dull thud is heard, and the room was lit up by some hellish fire. Jim shrieked and staggered from his position. But all was over — the picture was taken. The flash-light and camera had done their work. Joe, the village photographer, and Jim parted friends. J. Reith, ’15. 62 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL (Acrostic Sonnet) The day was clear, the sky serene and fair, High heaps of cordage lay about the shore ; Eyes looked on sailors who returned ne’er more. Sad-hearted sailors’ wives departed there. And dark-prowed ships set sail, in doubtful air. In calm or storm they never stop to moor. Like hardships which the great Ulysses bore On angry seas the wind and storm they bear. Rare men are these with weather-beaten face, Sing sailors, songs of dear ones who are home. Lament not, seaman, on your wandering chase, In time the surge, the wave, the rushing foam From out the deep will bring you face to face, Endeared the more to all you left at home. William F. Sauer, ’15. 2|0ltbag0 Oloming! (A Kyrielle.) Apollo, hurry with your lute! Bring Pan, and the celestial band. And play some lively, happy strain. For Summer now is close at hand! O Cupid, hurry with your bow And arrows to this lowly land ! Make young hearts happy with thy shots — For Summer now is close at hand! O Clio and Urania, And gods of study, we demand, Cease haunting us, and burn your books; For Summer now is close at hand I J. V. B. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 63 214 g tiamrnrk ani BmttBB. T N 1848 John Walsh, whose father was a poor candlemaker - in County Kerry, Ireland, decided to come to America. It was not easy for him to leave his native land, for he loved the green hills and beautiful lakes of Killarney, where he had spent a happy boyhood; but he realized that he had no better chance than his father had before him; and John was an ambitious youth. Many a tale had he heard of the fabu- lous wealth that awaited the comers to the New World, so he wanted to try his luck and get his share. It took him months to get the money together to pay for his passage, though he saved and stinted himself in every way Often when he counted his little horde over, he would tell himself that in this way he would spend all his life if he stayed home. He would never be able to do anything for his beloved parents, and he wanted them to have an easier time when they grew older. His father consented to the change, because he believed John could improve himself; but his mother could not look at it in the same way. John was her only son, “the apple of her eye,” and all the wealth in the world could not repay her for his absence. Yet she had to give in and reluctantly she helped him pack his few belong- ings. It was in the latter part of April when he left home with the blessing of his parents. The novelty of the chang- ing scenery took the sting out of the parting for John. He had never been away from home before, and everything he saw was of interest to him. When he came to Southampton and saw the broad expanse of water, John was somewhat awed by it, for the largest bodies of water he had ever seen were the beautiful lakes of his home. When the boat pulled 64 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL out from her dock, he was standing on the deck waving fare- well to the land of his birth. He was cheerful enough, yet sometimes a small voice made itself heard and he kept asking himself, whether he had done right in leaving his parents alone at home. Still the thought was ever in his mind of the riches that would soon be his and all that he could do for his beloved ones. When John Walsh landed in America, after an uneventful voyage, the Custom House officers did not bother him about his baggage, for a carpet bag contained all his worldly pos- sessions. After leaving the steamer he looked about for a cheap lodging house. Resting there he was ready to look about for work, but this was not so easy for a stranger in a strange city. Footsore and discouraged he came to his lodg- ing house one evening and wished he had never left home. Homesick and tired he got out his carpet bag, why he knew not, for he was familiar enough with all his possessions. He looked over every piece, thinking how many stitches his mother had put into each garment, when something fell to the floor. John looked to see what it could be, when he be- held a small golden shamrock. He picked it up and turning it he saw this inscription : To John from his mother, April, 1848. Tears dimmed his eyes and he did not care who should see them. He fell upon his knees and prayed long and earnestly; he begged his Heavenly Father to keep his mother and father and bless his stay in the New World. When he got up he was much cheered and he promised himself that he would look upon the golden shamrock as a talisman that should remind him always to be honest under all circumstances. He wrote to his mother and told her of his find and what it meant SECOND YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 65 to him. It seemed that with the finding of the golden leaf luck turned too. He made the acquaintance of several of his countrymen who were ready to start for the newly discovered gold fields of California. They persuaded John to be one of their party. As he had nothing to lose but everything to gain, he gladly consented. It was a long journey and they suffered many hardships, but nothing daunted them ; their hearts were filled with hope. At last they reached California. They joined the army of men that were there before them to seek the glittering metal. With one of hi s companions John struck up a partnership. Together they staked out a claim and worked it. For a long time they barely made a living. Many times they felt like throwing up the claim and leaving the place, but at last for- tune favored them. With the first shovel full of what was really pay dirt he thought of his mother. He told himself that as soon as his fortune was assured nothing could keep him from going home. He was as good as his word. It was three months later when he stood on the deck of an eastbound vessel. What would his mother say? How would he find the old people? If he could only make that boat go faster. He had not written of his arrival. So great was the surprise when he appeared in the doorway of his home that his father and mother could hardly trust their eyes, but it was John all right, their only son. When he related to them his adventures in the New World it sounded to these simple people like a fairy tale; but when John told them that their hardships were at an end and showed them all the money he had brought home they had to believe him. He told his mother that he would never leave her again. With the money he bought an estate, where he lived with his parents. He did much to make life easier for the poor people and everybody respected and honored the poor candlemaker’s son. Albert G. Schuele, H. S., ’15. 5 66 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ARROLL WINN was a cash boy in a large department store. He was only fifteen, but was hardworking, noble- hearted, fun-loving, congenial, and ever ready to oblige. It was for these manly qualities that he endeared himself to all with whom he worked ; in fact, he was the general favorite of the entire house. The sense of duty had been instilled into his young heart by a good and virtuous mother, and the numberless little victories he gained over himself were not without the cost of many a severe trial and much struggling to overcome nature. He went to work each morning with a zest that made his poor mother happy, though it grieved her to think that her only son should this early in life have to shoulder the burden of responsibility. As he greeted his employer and his fellow laborers with a cheery “Good morning,” he seemed to transmit the warmth and sunshine of his blithesome spirit to those around him, especially those on whose faces the cold and stern touch of sorrow and disappointment had traced its indelible outline. Today, little did he dream, as he went about his duties and the cares entrusted to him, with greater earnestness than ever, to what a test his strength of character would be put. Surely had he suspected it, he would have entered that little church which he passed so often on the way to his daily toil and whispered one little word for the grace that was given him, only through the prayers of his devoted mother. It was time for the semi-annual stock-taking, and word was sent to the different departments that all in the house would be obliged to work that night until ten-thirty o’clock. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 67 When Carroll heard this it made his gay, young heart sink in utter disappointment, for he had planned to go with a friend of his, to see, for the first time, one of the Shake- sperean plays. His ticket, giving him one of the most desir- able seats in the theatre, had been presented to him by a gentleman who wished to show his appreciation for the boy’s courteousness. What was poor Carroll to do? What could he do? Kis first impulse was to walk out and say nothing to his employer, but this, he thought, would not be right. His boyish face became flushed as he tried to hush the voice of conscience within him telling him to give up this anticipated enjoyment. The conflict began, and he struggled full five minutes trying to persuade himself that there was no harm in giving up duty for pleasure just for this once. Must I give up going to the theatre tonight simply for the sake of counting and taking stock. There are so many clerks in the store to remain at work that surely I will never be missed. Thus he argued with himself and each time a voice, the voice of the tempter, said, “No, you will never be missed, Carroll; when you go home to supper do not return and you only will be the wiser of it.” Then another voice, the voice of a good conscience, said, faintly, but in a stern, decided way, “Yes, Carroll, you will be missed and why try to deceive and get away from yourself?” The combat lasted but a few minutes, “Then if I must, I will,” he murmured almost aloud and went on working as though it had cost him nothing. It was not pleasant for him to pass the theatre that night, as he made his way back to the store, but he courageously hurried on reflecting that duty must not be sacrificed for pleasure. €8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL As he V7as about to leave for home, worn out with work and the keenness of disappointment, the manager called him and after a few words of appreciation of the boy s faithful labor reminded him that it was time for the “raise” he had promised him. Carroll’s heart beat loudly with joy — he had entirely lost sight of this promise — and the delight and pride that thrilled him fully compensated for the triumph that had cost what he thought, so dear. Beaming with happiness, he expressed his thanks; and on repassing the theatre he felt a certain pride swelling within him for having given up this desired pleasure and stifling the voice of the tempter. His was the joy of sacrifice and it gave him courage in after years to shoulder the heavier trials of life. J. Daniel Lawlor, H. S., ' 15. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 69 Srar Mtitlin ilarg. (An Acrostic Sonnet.) Dear Mother, You, o£ our Redeemer Blessed, Eternal grace gave God abundantly, As ne’er enriched entire humanity, Revering You, of all, the holiest. Most Valiant Virgin, Help of all distressed, Of sinful man, of base mortality! To give Your will in pure maternity, His Will you honored, obeying God’s request. E’en now, oh Queen of Heavenly demesne, Remember us in Y our celestial reign ! May You, oh Mother chaste, dismiss our fears; And we, that dwell amid a vale of tears, Remaining true to God, Your realm may gain. Y et e’er remember us in coming years. Theodore M. Hemelt, ’15. 70 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL HRISTMAS EVE in Rome. The words struck no re- sponsive notes in me, as I gazed out upon the clouded sky. Far from friends and separated from home by the ocean, the thoughts of Christmas no longer filled me with joy and love. Joy fled from my heart and love dwelt a stranger there, from the time my best friend showed his perfidy. The cata- combs of Rome now sheltered me. Their tombs and altars v ere dearer than sunlight, and day by day I traversed their subterranean depths in the role of an archaeologist. Though I was indefatigable in my labors, somehow or other my compan- ion, John, could not urge me to visit the caverns today. Re- membrance of college days came over me and I spent the day in reverie till the cry of ‘‘A Manuscript! A Manuscript!’’ awoke me. I jumped up and there before me stood John, shaking ex- citedly a roll of brown parchment, an expression of discovery shown in every gesture. “A manuscript. To be sure!” I ex- claimed, snatching the vellum from his hands. “ ’Tis written in Greek.” “Read! Read!” he cried. “I found it beneath the altar rock.” Unrolling it, I began. “Thirty years have passed since the events herein narrated occurred. In the reign of the tyrant Nero, A. D. 60, there studied in the Athenian school of literature two boys, Nerius THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 71 and Theodore by name and Romans by birth. In their studies two brothers could not have been more loving, so steadfast was their affection. It would have been better had they never met, but about that later. However, it seems almost preter- natural that any friendship existed between them; for Nerius was the son of slaves, while the other sprang from patrician stock. It happened in this way. At an early age the slave boy was made playfellow to the noble, and though neither was conscious of any difference in their stations, an incident oc- curred later which removed all thought of disparity. One day in the field a malicious slave was about to strike the patrician with a lifted sword. Nerius warded off the blow, and this occasion was the beginning of their close attachment. When their studies were finished both returned to Rome, never to behold each other as friends again. “During their absence in Greece strange things had happened at home. The blood of Christians flowed in the streets, their bodies smeared with pitch and lighted illuminated the city at night ; youth and maiden, young and old were cast in the am- phitheatre to be the prey of the lion and panther. Persecution raged in all its fury. The Christians dared not appear, but fled like frightened beasts to the mountains, or gathered in the underground caverns. Up to Christmas Eve this storm of affairs raged in unabated fury. Domitian had ordered a new slaughter of the ‘child murderers,’ as the Christians were known, and the city swarmed with soldiers. Under the cover of night, two score or more of Christians had braved the danger of immediate death and had stolen to the catacombs. But on their arrival, finding the priest gone, many had misgivings about his disappearance. The torches burning in the rock lighted up their inquisitive countenances. But all suspicion of foul play was dismissed by one of the 72 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL group, a man of mighty stature, who relieved the suspense by the words: ‘Father has gone to old Maenius’ house, across the Tiber. Supposing that none would venture from his home on so perilous a night, he left with Viaticum for Maenius and intends to celebrate mass there. One glass has emptied since his departure, yet someone fleet of foot might overtake him ere crossing the river.’ Several offered their services, but a young man, who was no other than Nerius, addressed them: ‘You are strong and are needed for protection; let me go.’ His plea was granted. Hastening from the catacombs he hurried along the noisy streets, for all Rome was in revelry. The messenger soon gained the highway and sped through the groups of drunken soldiers, avoiding this lane, taking that cut-off, not oblivious to his peril, though filled with the gravity of his errand. As alert as he was, and as cautiously as he looked about, his foot was not too swift to escape, nor his eye wary enough to detect a pursuer. And as he hastened on his journey a Roman soldier stole after him, like a reptile, gliding in every footstep. Whenever Nerius ran or paused for breath the other imitated him, keeping always the same distance be- tween them ; not too near to be discovered, nor too far to de- tect his movements. As the boy approached a party of revellers one, noticing his hurry, barred his passage and requested the cause of his speed. For the moment he was unprepared to answer, but calming his bewildered senses, replied, with noble address : ‘It is the Emperor’s will.’ The word ‘Emperor’ served its pur- pose, and, bowing obsequiously, the fellow allowed Nerius to continue. As he proceeded he murmured: ‘Is not God the Emperor of all?’ The drunken fellow, too was not the only one surprised by this rebuff. The pursuer grew equally aston- ished and began to accuse himself of folly to pursue a friend of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 73 the king. Yet he did not desist. Thinking the royal name a pretext, he resolved to see the thing to an end. From palace to palace, from street to street, in and out of the labyrinth of people the boy hurried, with the soldier at his heels. The trumpeter sounded the midnight call as Nerius reached the Tiber. Below the dark waters flowed on to the sea; above the vault of heaven, afire with myriad orbs, shone in all its splendor. His soul was filled with awe as he gazed overhead, but there was no time for meditation. ‘Christmas here and no mass,’ he thought. In a few moments his destination was close by. Maenius’ house, the most beautiful of Rome, stood there silent shrouded by the night. Candles burning here and there in the windows gave it a welcome aspect. But just as he stepped from the bridge a hand clutched his arm, another encircled his waist, and before a word could be spoken he was rushed headlong to Domitian’s palace. The Herculean strength of his antago- nist experienced little opposition in Nerius. It was not long before the glaring lights and the sound of music and laughter told him they were in the banquet hall. The captor shoved aside the drinking masses, as he edged his way to the king. ‘My Lord,’ the man began, ‘here is a child murderer, a Chris- tian. I traced him from the catacombs. Let him deny it, if he can.’ ‘Art thou a Christian?’ the tyrant asked. Nerius at first was mute, fearing lest cowardice should conquer him, blurted out, ‘I am.’ ‘To death!’ roared the king. And facing his exe- cutioner, the boy was bound to a column in the center of the hall. That spectacle will never be forgotten. The hall was cir- cular. Majestic columns of brown and white marble sup- ported the ceiling, which resembled the court of Jove. In the midst of an orb, whose rays stretched to the farthest cor- ners, Jove was seated. Below the tables were heaped high with 74 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL venison and fruit, while the guests reclined on couches of ivory and gold. Strains of music floated on the air from the north end of the hall, where, amid a group of palms, played the harpists. Such was the sight that greeted Nerius, as he stood beneath the mosaic of the pagan deity and swept the hall with his eye. His brown locks fell to his shoulders and, without a tremor of fear, he looked at the gaping throng as he calmly awaited death. The spear sped through the air. At that instant Nerius recognized his slayer. ‘Stop, Theodore!’ he cried. The music ceased, a sudden quiet ensued and that gay crowd of midnight revelers gazed at the lad, pale and speechless. ‘Theodore!’ the walls echoed the words: ‘Stop, Theodore!’ The soldier stared wildly and saw his awful mistake. But it was too late ; the spear had entered his breast. And amid an atmosphere of heathen luxury and triumph Nerius sank to the floor. Recon- ciliation followed while he explained the reason of his errand. And as Theodore promised to fulfil it the boy expired while music clashed and Romans exulted. The feast was resumed, banqueters laughed away their fears over brimming cups, and a Roman aria was the Christian requiem. Meanwhile Theodore accomplished his friend’s desire. The Christians heard mass, wept as they thought of its cost, an oblation for a sacrifice, and returned home praising Nerius. But Theodore remained there in the chapel forever, a Chris- tian and a priest.” It was almost midnight and the bells of a nearby church were chiming the strains of “Stilly Night” as we hastened down the stairs to mass. Andrew J. Harrison, ’ 14 . THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 75 OlatJfnUrfi nnh § txmn. qINCE the reformation of Luther, when that brilliant mind went astray, those who have not been of our faith, have, with remarkable persistency, made the charge that Science has in no way been benefited by the results of researches of Catholics. And since the very same so-called reformation, there have been men, laymen as well as clerics, who have used as their defence, undeniable historical proof. Among the modern apologists. Dr. James J. Walsh, Dean of the Medical Department of Fordham University, is the most notable. Dr. W ' alsh, through his books and articles, has answered in full every question which has been propounded. Only a few months ago, by a cleverly-written letter, he forced an editor of one of the New York papers to apologize for having pub- lished an editorial which openly avowed the opposition of the Church to Science. The occasion was last November when Cardinal-elect Farley was proceeding to Rome, in compliance with Papal custom, to receive the Red Hat from our Holy Father. He had been out a few hours when he found it necessary to send a wireless message to Monsignor Mooney, of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, New York City. When the Cardinal’s action became common knowledge, the New York Times, com- menting on this fact, writes, “Even in the time of Leo XIII, the Vatican was inclined to frown on modern inventions, as it frowned on the deductions of Modern Science.” In reply to this uncalled-for exposition of bigotry, Dr. Walsh, by an enumeration of comparatively few benefits which we have received from Catholic clergy and la5nnen under the fostering care of the Popes, implicitly demanded an apology from the Times. Realizing that he had met his master, the Editor apologized. 76 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Here only a few of the more important Sciences will be considered, and from these some of the most important names will be drawn. No science can be mentioned which did not originate or develop to a successful issue in the minds of true Catholic Scientists. This is a bold statement, but were we to glance through the histories of all the Sciences — from Geology to Chemistry — that Science which for centuries has occupied the most prominent position on the scientific horizon — we should see such names as Da Vinci, of whom J. W. Draper, whom no one will accuse of being partial to Catholicity, writes, “To him, and not to Lord Bacon, must be attributed the Renaissance of Science.” Da Vinci was the real founder of the Science of Geology. Abbe Sorignet, the venerable churchman, Nicholas Steno and many others were worthy pupils of their artist master. In Botany, we find no less renowned names. This Science was known to the ancients some 400 years B. C. The most comprehensive work received from them was written by Dioscorides, in the year 100 of the Christian Era. In this book he describes 600 species of plants. From that time until, early in the Sixteenth Century, there have been three great epochs. Two of these were the result of Catholic researches. The third was of Protestant origin, but based on the principles laid down by a Catholic, Caesalpino. Caesalpino was the regenerator of Botany as a Science. He was superseded by a man who based his system on that of Caesalpino, but the victory of the non-catholic, Linnaeus, was short-lived, for he and his works in their turn, became “portions and parcels of the dreadful past.” The third system of studying flora, and the one still in use, was instituted by Jessieu. Among the greatest names in Botany, Charles and Louis Rene’ Tulasne, must be included. As evidence of the innate charity of these THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 77 gentlemen, I cite the following extract from Father Brennan’s Treatise on Botany: ‘‘On the death of Louis Tulasne, Dr. Vidal wrote to the President of the French Academy, ‘You will have at Paris all the information regarding his scientific work, but whatever will be known, is the amount of good he did for those about him. Aided by his brother. Dr. Tulasne, who died last year, he established charitable institutions nearly everywhere in this region. His life, so well spent, may be summed up by saying that he did good, nothing but good and always good.’ ” Geography, too, presents a wealth of Catholic names — such as Columbus, who discovered America; Father Marquette, the famous American explorer ; Marco Polo, who won renown by his trip through Asia to Canton, China, and his return by way of the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea; not to mention other equally famous men. Passing to astronomy, we observe that this science is also rich in Catholic names. One of the greatest astronomers was Copernicus. To this scholar, physician, clergyman, and astronomer, we owe much of our knowledge of astronomy. It is not known positively that he received major orders, but it is an historical fact that he was a Canon of the Church in Frankenburg. Although he realized the great revolution in this science he had brought about, and the glory which would accrue to him thereby, his humility was indeed, an example for us all. He asked that his tombstone be engraved with this prayer: “I ask not the grace accorded to Paul, not that given to Peter; give me only that favor Thou didst show to the thief on the cross.” He had successors who won fame by following his teachings — Galileo, who invented the telescope and microscope; Father Secchi, of the Society of Jesus, author of the standard work on the sun; another Jesuit, the composer of music during Holy Week, Father De Vico, who calcu- 78 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL lated the time of the return of Haley’s Comet in 1835. One of the greatest astronomers of the pre sent, is Father Hagen, S. J., who only a few years ago was professor of astronomy at Georgetown University. At the time when Pope Pius was in need of an astronomer to direct the Papal Observatory, he decided that Father Hagen was best fitted for the position; and since then an American scientist has been the official astronomer to the Pope. These men, besides being great astronomers, also interested themselves in Physics, but did not attain as great fame in this science as did other Catholic scientists. It seems that electricity has been a very great, attractive subject to the great physicists. In scanning the list of scien- tists in this branch of physics, such names as Coulomb, Ampere, Volta, Galvani, Ohm, Farraday, Casseli, Marconi and Roentgen appear. One writer very aptly remarks : “Without Coulomb, Ampere, Volta, Galvani, Ohm and Farraday, elec- tricity would still be in its infancy — and even its terminology would have to be recast.” Foulcalt, besides demonstrating the velocity of light to be 186,D00 miles every second, invented the first electric lamp in 1844. Casseli, a Canon of Florence, in 1856 invented the pantelegraph, by which the autographic writings for designs of the sender could be transmitted by an electrical current. And even today, we see the advantage which has been offered us by that talented physicist of the Twentieth Century — Marconi. In the wireless telegraph, which has been the means of saving the lives of many hun- dreds of people. There is no necessity to recall the noble work recorded of Jack Binns, the wireless operator on the greyhound Republic, or the more recent catastrophes of the deep— the Titanic, which was lost on her maiden trip to New York; the Ontario and the Cretan, both ships sailing from this city. And finally Roentgen discovered the X-ray, for which THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 79 not only surgeons, but all humanity have cause to thank him. There remains but one more important science to consider — chemistry. The founder of modern chemisty, that is the man who by applying the knowledge acquired in the study of alchemy to his own independent investigations, was a Bene- dictine Monk of the pre-reformation age. His papers bear the name of Basil Valentine. Whether this is the author’s real name or a pseudonym, is an unanswered question. Then fol- lowed a lull, until Lavoisier gave to the world his oxygen the- ory, and his invaluable method of naming substances. Other renowned chemists of the following century were Mariotte, Biot, and Chevreul. To the last named, we are indebted for the art of dyeing as it is practised today. A story is told of Chev- reul’s devotion to the Blessed Virgin. Some years ago, the sci- entist was passing through the little town of Dour dan, number- ing about 2000 souls. In the afternoon of the same day, the priest entering his church perceived an old man kneeling before Our Lady’s altar saying his rosary. Not wishing to disturb the stranger’s devotion, he simply bowed and retired to say his office. When the old man was finished his beads, he went up to the priest, ‘‘Father,” he said, courteously, “You are per- haps astonished to find a stranger in your church at this hour. I am Martin Chevreul. I have missed my train, and while waiting for the next, I thought I could make no better use of my time than by coming here to pray to Our Lady.” Among the later chemists, Jean Baptiste Dumas, professor of chem- istry to Pasteur, gave promise of great things, but to the regret of all, gave up the scientific for the political life. Pasteur’s wonderful success in the treatment of rabies, which the Germans spoke of sneeringly as “A remedy of which we know nothing, for a disease of which we know less,” and his cure for fever, prevalent among children at that period, stamped him as a philanthropist in the true sense of the word. 80 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL He was a great chemist as well as a great physician. Pasteur was an indifferent student until the science of chemistry was reached in his college course. He took great interest in chem- istry after that, and his first great treatise was on crystal- lography. This great man could never understand how anyone could lose his faith in the pursuit of knowledge. He declared, “The more I know, the more nearly is my faith that of a Breton peasant. Could I but know all, I would have the faith of a Breton peasant woman.” Louis Pasteur died with his rosary in his hand, after listening to the life of St. Vincent de Paul, which he had asked to have read to him, because he thought that his work, like that of St. Vincent de Paul, would do much to aid suffering children. When we consider these comparatively few achievements by Catholic Scientists, we agree with Father Kellner, who says: “When the half-educated man of the world glides in an electric car through the streets under the golden glow of electric lamps; when he converses with friends hundreds of miles away, and even recognizes their voices; when he com- mits to express trains or steamers a message for America or Australia, how often, pride in these marvelous inventions brings to his lips the curl of contempt for the woman telling her Rosary beside him, or for those others who are gabbing of religion in churches. How apt he is to dismiss the past with all its beliefs and achievements, Christianity included, as obso- lete and exploded. And yet this contempt is, itself, contempt- ible, and is merely a token of ignorance and shallowness. The intellects that laid the foundation of all these marvels bowed in acceptance before the truths of Christianity ; and the skillful hands that were first to unveil on the laboratory table the secret laws of electricity did not scorn to be folded in prayer, and Volta and Ampere told their Rosary Beads as humbly as any poor woman. Let unbelief seek what capital it can find FIRST YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 81 in other fields of science ; in the field of electricity, which more than any other attracts and dazzles the masses, it will cer- tainly find no authoritative name to serve as a weapon against Christianity.” H. A. Q., ’14. Sftrat WinJia Mtit tlj? The breath of coming Spring now breaks The ice on rivers, hills and lakes. No more do cattle frisk in stalls, The plowman hastes from gloomy walls To go and till the grateful ground, And fling the golden shower around: To fling the grain, and give the fields The glittering stems that Summer gilds The ears that nod in summer gale. The harvest that overflows the vale, And swells an amber sea, between The full-leaved woods, its shores of green. Soon from the murmuring clouds we hear Glad voices of the coming year. The song of him who sows the grain. The shout of those that load the wain. For thick the emerald blades shall grow When first the March winds melt the snow. 6 George J. Dietz, ’15. 82 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL A (!l0lU0f An A rnplanf , AnJJ a Ollym- Crnt T AM tired of all this.” Bob was a new student in Freshman, or rather a new member of Freshman class. He long had had a particular disdain for books, but after many nights of wearisome “plugging up,” he had managed to obtain a High School diploma, which he sought more for the glory of ap- pearing in the limelight than for the intrinsic value of the cer- tificate. Yet he had entered college with good intentions, avowing that he would make a name for himself, and not seek social glory, which heretofore had been his only ambition. But it was not to be. For when he read in Horace, “nec dulces amores sperne puer,” he decided to follow the advice of the great lyrist to the letter, at least in this passage, the only one which agreed with his principles. But who would she be? “Love always finds a way,” he mused, “and invention is her handmaid.” He struck a plan. Early the next morning he went to see a friend, an enthusi- astic aviator. After assuring his friend that he would take full care of the machine, he strode forth to undertake his new adventure. But how to navigate? He mounted, and soon found himself whirling off amid the clouds. As the people under him were scarcely discernible, he concluded that now was the proper time to decide his fate. So taking an old three- cent piece from his pocket, which he had carried for years as a luck piece, he let it fall, exclaiming: “There it is done! who- ever finds that coin shall be my wife.” Someone stooped and picked it up. He watched her through the glass, but the distance was so great that he could only THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 83 ) recognize a female clad in red. And so great was his excite- ment and joy that he unconsciously gave one of the levers a violent jerk, when bang! all was over. He came to in a farm house nearby, and the doctor in attendance had beswathed him like an Egyptian mummy, and as helpless. His head was enveloped in an improvised cap which scarcely permitted him to breathe. Strict orders were enjoined that he should speak to no one, and that not even his nurse should question him concerning his needs, for this would produce nervousness and be a hindrance to recovery. His convalescence was slow. He began to regain strength after three weeks, much to the satisfaction of the old doctor, who was boasting far and wide of his wonderful success in the case. His nurse watched over him, both night and day, as though it were a pleasure for her to minister to his every need. So runs the heart of woman. And by her skilful nursing he improved so rapidly that he began to grow restless for free- dom. When the old doctor told him that he might thank his kind nurse, he almost burst forth from his bondage. At last his hopes were to be realized ! Ah ! what joy awaited him! Words failed him, for he had not spoken for nearly two months. Now he was to receive the reward for long hours of suffering and silence. ‘T’ll tell her now,” he said to himself, when suddenly he heard her footsteps in the hallway. Alas ! his hour was come ! She entered. With a mighty effort he arose to a sitting posture, and stretching forth his arms cried : ‘ ' Ah, my queen ! You, who found my lucky coin, and you who have nursed me back to life, will you be mine?” “Fo’ de Lawd’s sake, chile, lay down; what you talk like dat fo’ to an ole niggah woman wif thuhteen childun?” He was a goner! Clarence G. O wings, ’15. 84 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Mnvk ©main mh (gattjnlir HE spirit of light-mindedness is rapidly asserting itself in American writers. After a century and a quarter of ex- istence as a government, in which time we have received the notice of the powers of the world by our skilful execution in declaring our liberty and by erecting a mighty republic, we feel secure in projecting our views on all matters, even religion. We criticise this practice, scoff at that, declare another fooL ish — all in the same breath. Nothing escapes our opinion. Emboldened by our success in national affairs and encour- aged by the influence and authority we are given, we feel free to talk lightly about everything, religion included. God or Satan are not safe from the gibes of an American writer. He thinks it no greater evil to joke about the sacred person of Christ than about the actions of an infidel. He per- ceives it no offense to make use of any Biblical personage to give salt to his witticism. Sacred places, even the birthplace of the Saviour; holy men, especially the monks, and even chaste, virgins are often included in his humorous stories. Among the humorists of this kind we find in later days, Mark Twain, endowed with original humor and crude talent and a snappy mode of writing, he has gained fame not only in the States but even on the Continent. By his earlier novels “Huckleberry Finn” and “Tom Sawyer” he shall ever be en- deared to the youth. For, as a recent writer said: “He dipped his pen in the heart of childhood.” In all Americans his novels shall retain admirers, because of the mirth infused in them. But that mirth, however, knew no bounds. Even God was not spared, if needed to strengthen a joke. A culpable neglect of reverence to the Divine was evidenced in two of THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 85 Twain’s literary inventions, and in these no respect for holy things was entertained. This neglect and disrespect may be attributed to the cause of many men’s downfall. That is, per- sonal pride. Inflated by the flattering adulations he had received and the vast popularity aroused at his first publications, he considered himself almost a literary demi-god. It is true he has depicted boyhood in the vernacular and by his originality has won an eminent place in American humor; these, never- theless, did not warrant him freedom of speech on any topic suggested. Like many renowned litterateurs, he turned his mirth and power of his story telling to the derision of the Church, whereas he had merited the laurels in entirely difier- cnt fields. For then, with the ridicule-loving America at his feet he published two books, “Innocents Abroad” and “A Con- necticut Yankee at King Arthur’s Court.” Here is where the Catholic reader must distinguish be- tween a joke and an offense. Most of us can enjoy good humor and the greater number of us are prone to laugh at a story when there is only a scintillation of wit, but Catholics, I have no reason to suppose, would not desire to be maligned the beliefs of his religion and the sisters and monks whom he reverences. Certainly no educated gentleman would dare to calumniate them. For the Catholic man and youth v ould not suffer any to make light of them or anything connected with God. The forwardness of an American writer alone attempts to do so. Now, in perusing the aforementioned novels, for instance, the latter one, we must take such a stand. It is perceptible that notwithstanding his humor Twain was at least preju- diced; if not his mimicking led him so far that he persisted in maligning the monks and nuns constantly. He remarks the scarcity of bathing the body. This deficiency, though preva- 86 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL lent among all classes, both noble and serf, is blamed upon the monks. Not only in those days were baths unknown, but washing the body was also rare. If the writer wished to re- mark this filth, which he describes in a manner not fit for print, the blameworthiness should not have been placed on the monks alone, but on the tendencies of the age. Again, the stipends and “hauls,” as they say the monasteries receive each year have also been noted by the author very forcibly. These charges, though irreverent, do not lessen the rever- ence we as Catholics bear towards the monks and nuns. They are not to a great extent detrimental to the calumniated, but Twain has even gone further and accused them of un- chaste intercourse. For, in his description of their dwellings, he says: “That on o ne side of a pleasant valley the convent for the sisters is situated, while on the other side loomed up the monastery of the monks. In the course of time an asylum for the foundlings had to be built between the two edifices.” He perhaps perceived it a joke to brand the character of these holy people with such a baneful declaration. He delighted in not only mentioning in this instance, but also afterwards, whenever an opportunity presented itself. Through the rest of the book the foundlings occupy a considerable portion of his attention. The holy men and women have always been the recipients of the nations’ censure and ill-remarks; even ignorant Catholics feel that they should participate in the world’s mockery. Thus it is no wonder that a prejudiced writer should malign them also. Though all their other actions are subject to criticism, their characters should remain undefamed. If we would place our own sisters in the nuns’ positions we would then feel the whole brunt of the shame heaped upon them. When we read this manufactured story we feel as if the author is more deserving of our derision at this time than for THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 87 his other disrespectful comments when he calls the Blessed Virgin’s statue “a stupefied and painted image, like a milliner’s dummy; a Madonna whose miraculous growth of hair was formerly shaved off every year in Naples.” When he speaks irreverently of the annual liquefaction of St. Januarius’ blood we forgive him for his ignorance. ‘‘The first day the blood liquifies in forty-seven minutes ; the church is crammed then, and time must be allowed the col- lectors to get around; after that it liquifies a little quicker, every day, as the houses grow smaller, ti ll on the eighth day, without a dozen people present to see the miracle, it liquifies in four minutes.” Even when Twain remarks on the bursting of St. Philip Neri’s ribs while in prayer, “I should have felt a curiosity to know what he had for dinner” — we pardon him Again, when we consider his following reference to the In- quisition: “The Church put the poor in this pleasant Inquisi- tion and pointed to the Blessed Redeemer, who was so gentle, who was so merciful toward all men, and they urged the bar- barians to love him ; and they did all they could to persuade them to honour him — first by twisting their thumbs out of their joints with a screw; then by nipping their flesh with pincers, red-hot ones, because they are the most comfortable in cold weather; then by skinning them alive and finally by roasting them in public.” We forgive his incredulity and prejudice, because his topics did not consist in the calumination of one’s character. Ridicule of the Church doctrines and ceremonies, prejudices to the Catholic belief may prompt one to make such statements without consideration, but all the excuses imaginable and every reason conceivable will not justify Mark Twain to cast blots upon the unblemished characters of the nuns. I would 88 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL rather lay the origin of this on the spirit of Americanism — that the writer thought it a first-class joke — but this would be a very slight cause for so malicious an offense. These are not the only occasions that the writer reveals his incredulity in Catholic belief, but he mocks its pictures, relics and practices often. The “Innocents Abroad” is full of such instances, when an occasion lends itself, he criticises the hang- ing of votive lamps before shrines, he laughs at the Christian simple-heartedness ; the multiplicity of parts of the true Cross and wealth of the priests of the Church are his favorite sub- jects. Besides these, he even continues deriding in Palestine. If the monks are incensing the tomb of Christ, their hum - huggery, as he calls it, receives his sarcasm ; if the faithful are praying at the stone of Unction on which Christ was anointed before burial he brands them as idolators, and when the Grotto of the Nativity appears before him lighted with lamps and candles, gifts of pious Catholics, he considers the place scandalized by such gewgaws. In criticising the Mohamme- dans with their sacred carpets and costly mosques are un- alluded to. It is towards the Catholic Church alone that he has directed his attacks, under the guise of a humorous novel. From what I have seen, it seems that our author in ques- tion has set himself up as a “critic of religion.” To distinguish himself most honorably in this situation, he sought the church which was oldest in existence and whose pretensions to being the true one were indisputable. His rationalistic ideas led him to doubt anything of the appearance of a miracle and to sneer at the old “foggyism and superstition of simple-hearted Catholicism.” To him everything that pertained to the devo- tion of God and the saints was a good joke. The priests had a “fat job.” The Jesuits of the Azores were the best-dressed men on the island. He thought the Church of Rome was a won- THE PROFESSOR, High School Play. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 89 derful example of high finance, an excellent banking power. The Sunday collection box was also his hobby. As many of the great scientists, he did not deny the Divine origin or in- fallibility of the Church. He was a humorist. It was his duty to make fun of its time-honored ceremonies and of its treas- ured miracles. With this opinion in mind he wrote the ‘‘Inno- cents Abroad,” three-quarters of whose contents are mockeries of the Church. Mark Twain’s philosophy was that of an American, better still, of a Modernist. He could not understand the faith of Catholics, and the miracles and the like he disbelieved be- cause they contradicted reason or could not be explained ac- cording to science. Whereas miracles do not contradict rea- son, but are facts above human reason. Whether those who peruse these writings will drink in with credulous ears his assertions and stories, I cannot say. To Catholics, however, his humor and naivete may evoke a smile, but they will soon perceive the object towards which he irreverently pokes his ridicule. All men of unprejudiced minds whose intellectual qualities have not been blinded by pride, will admit the writer’s mistakes, but there are multi- tudes who will eagerly absorb everything with credulous hearts. The Catholic spirit should predominate, should never fall lax, and the youth with these convictions ought never let an opportunity pass, when he can present these statements in their true color. I should not consider, gentle reader, this essay finished with- out saying a word on Mark Twain’s sincerity. If he were sincere I would term him a victim of ignorance or prejudice; of ignorance, because a man of his attainments should have known better; of prejudice, because he showed this when speaking about the nuns and Catholic ceremonies. If, on the 90 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL other hand, he were not sincere, and thought it all a great joke, he should have been made to sustain the scorn his defilement of the monks’ and nuns’ character caused. Personally I would rather deem him ignorant, for otherwise it would cast a stain on him who painted American Boyhood in its true colors. How greater a genius would we rate him if he had remained among the green caves and mountain streams of California and created a score of Huckleberry Finns and Tom Sawyers. But, moreover, when I read these humorous creations I will throw aside all memory of the author as a “critic of religion, but as a boy traveling among the pages of these two master- pieces.” In conclusion, we may ask: Does Mark Twain think the same way now? Then we hear the echo: “Now.” Silence is our answer. The last moments of his life contain no change in his opinions, his books offer none; the mute statue looks blankly at our question and the grave will not give up its secret A. Harrison, ’14. ©If? Epipljang. By a pleasant triple present honor we this day of fame; Triple praising, thoughts upraising, offered to His Blessed Name. Stars, the Magi, once were led by, to the manger of the King : With united, joy excited, now all men His praises sing. J. Keith, ’15. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 91 SratuBg ummrr. (Villanelle.) A heavy languor fills the air, And sleep is sweet within the shade. ’Tis caused by scent of flowers f ir. The birds sit resting, here and there, Their wings by drowsiness are stayed. A heavy languor fills the air. The kine to browse no longer care. And slumber seek in shaded glade. ’Tis caused by scent of flowers fair. All sounds save hum of bees are rare — To break the stillness they’re afraid. For heavy languor fills the air. The sun withholds his fiery glare From spots where soft breathes every blade. ’Tis caused by scent of flowers fair. A drowsy hue the roses wear ; To soothe our slumbers they were made. A heavy languor fills the air ; ’Tis caused by scent of flowers fair. Frank Ruppert, ’15. 92 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Ci pnrgiu0 Waaljtttgton. EORGIUS WASHINGTON, qui pater patriae nostrae vocatur, die vicesimo altero, mensis Februarii, anni mil- lesimi septingentesimi tricesimi alteri, in oppido parvo, Status Virginiae lucem solis vidit. Veritas, bonitas, prudentia, glor- iaque altissima, vitam ejus totam ornaverunt. Habetur narra- tiuncula de ceraso et de securi parvula in vita Georgii, quae nota est nobis omnibus. Sicuti pueri caeteri, certaminibus ludicris vires cum sociis auxit, et in ludis facile erat princeps. Cum Georgius noster csset puer fere decern annorum, pater die natali securim parvulam filio suo caro donavit. Cotidie filius in horto ludebat et herbas et arbusta varia securi sua parvula abscidebat. In angulo horti erat cerasus pulcher- rima. Haec cerasus patri erat gratissima arborum omnium, quia porticui domus parvae umbram dedit. Dies fuit pulcher mensis Junii. Georgius jam multo securi absciderat. Videt cerasum ridentem. Securi incipit arborcm abscidere. Tan- dem strepitu magno cadit cerasus. Vespere pater domum revertitur. Videt cerasum suam caram. Statim Georgium ad se vocat ac interrogat, “Fili mi, quis hoc fecit.” Quibus verbis respondet puer; “Pater mi, non possum dicere men- dacium, ego feci securi mea parva.” Anno millesimo septingentesimo septuagesimo quinto Georgius Washington exercitum totum duxit et vexillum rubri et albi et caerulei nunquam reliquit. Post annos octo patriam suam caram a periculis et a bello omni vidit liberatam. Anno millesimo septingentesimo octogesimo nono cives omnes una voce eum Praesidentem patriae creaverunt. Post annos paucos natio tota de morte Georgii Washington, patris patriae, flebat. Hoc accidit anno millesimo septingentesimo nonagesimo nono, Georgius Washington erat primus in bello, primus in pace, primus in cordibus civium. Raymond B. Furlong, H. S., 15. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 93 M y God, man, look at that; what can I do? Speak quickly; what shall I do?” “Here, Massa Jack,” White-feather replied, “take these,” and he thrust into my hands a scaling ladder, a coil of rope and a spade. White-feather carried a gun for each of us and ammuni- tion, while Ned, who had first seen the awful sight, carried nothing but a brace of freshly killed fowl. We were now hurrying toward the beach. Ned’s face showed evidence of some terrible mental anguish. “What is the matter?” I asked, not having seen. The only answer I received was an almost inarticulate sound from Ned’s throat, which, however, finally shaped itself into the words “Hurry, hurry!” We searched up and down shore and finally White-feather exclaimed, “Here be a yawl boat, suh!” Into this we all sprang, Ned leading the way, and, seizing the oars spasmodi- cally, he began to ply them frantically. Minute after minute passed, but the oars fell in the same quick manner. Now and then he would stop and ask White-feather “Is that the old oak?” or “Does that rock mark the passage into the creek?” At which White-feather would answer with a nod or a negative head shake. Then on we went, Ned redoubling his efforts. On we went for about thirty minutes, deluged with spray and all in silence except for an occasional warn- ing from me when Ned seemed on the verge of swamping the boat. “Look out, Ned, you are getting into the trough.” “Well, if we do upset, we can swim faster than this boat is going.” 94 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Out from the fog at length appeared a sandy beach, above which reared an almost perpendicular cliff. “This is the cliff with the sycamore on top, White?” “Yes, suh.” “We land here, then,” Ned said as he drove the nose of the boat upon the gravel. We disembarked. The stony ground on which we stood was only a few feet wide, and above this rose the cliff, apparently impossible to scale. Ned’s eyes were already roaming over its surface, not a projection missed his keen glance. “There are a few yew trees,” he said. “Some ledges and crevices and numerous hazardous declivities.” Then he turned to White-feather and said: “Can you do it or are you afraid?” The Indian boy seemed to understand what was expected of him. Without further explanation, for having turned to the cliff for a second survey, his countenance lighted with an ironical smile, he said as he turned back to his master : “ White- fedder no fear anyting ; he climb cliff easy ; he Injun.” “Then go, boy, make no noise, and when you reach the summit crawl over to the edge, and if you see anything drop this pebble down, but do not speak. Now give me two of the guns.” “Me no like leave go-bang; me take dem.” “Idiot, go on,” shouted Ned; “there is no time to spare. Do you want me to flog you?” And Ned snatched the guns from the boy’s hands. With agility White-feather began the ascent. Now grasp- ing a ledge, he would draw himself up; then a crevice was made use of; occasionally the trees were reached, and he would swing himself from the bare branches to some perilous foothold, and so on until the top was gained, and he dis- appeared from view. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 95 No pebble fell, and in a few moments White-feather began to descend. The perspiration stood on Ned ' s forehead in huge drops; and his voice trembled when the boy reached his side and told him he had seen nothing. “Is there not a little cavern beneath the overhanging ledge?” Ned cripd. “Yes, me see it, but me see nothing but big bird in um.” Ned had grasped the boy by the arm as he said these words, and dragging him over to the rock he said: “Go up there again as quickly as you can, and take this fowl and pole with you. When you reach the top, tie the fowl to the end of the pole, and let them hang before the cavern. As the bird flies out of her nest, drop them so she will have to dive for her prey, then you must crawl into the nest and wait for us.” The boy started immediately and Ned, grasping his gun, threw the rope over his shoulder and, having adjusted the lad- der, began to ascend; I followed him. It was perilous in the extreme, but my friend ' s agonized expression made me lose sight of the danger. As we reached the summit, Ned rushed forward and sent a cloud of buckshot into a magnificent eagle that was soaring near the cliff. The bird gave a horrible shriek, beat the air with her bleeding talons and then circled to the earth. My friend threw himself upon the ground when he heard White-feather call and leaning over the cliff said: “Is he safe?” “Him no hurt, him on Fedder ' s back, him only got de cut in de lip,” said the boy. Taking the rope from his shoulder, Ned secured one end of it to a yew tree and then beckoning for me to approach, he again bent over the cliff. “Fasten the rope beneath his arms,” said Ned, his teeth chattering as he spoke. “Now are you ready? Answer me, 96 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Feather, hurry.” “Yes, massa,” came the response. We drew in the rope, and in a moment Ned held his son in his arms. The eagle had swooped down upon the child and carried him ofF. He was just disappearing over the tree-tops when Ned first saw him. It is unnecessary to say that Ned’s joy was unbounded, but he had to rouse himself to action. It was growing late, and the journey was a tr 5 dng one, but we proceeded with caution and finally reached the ground in safety. Jas. F. Russell, Jr., 1912. Sllfp praplfetir Ptrlur . HE bright red rays of the setting sun lighted the little bare room on the top floor of a large building in the heart of the city. The most conspicuous feature in the room was the figure of a little old man who sat on a small wooden stool, leaning anxiously over a piece of work to which he was adding the finishing touches. The object of his attention was a picture of medium size and ordinary aspect, but to the feeble-sighted old man it was a masterpiece. He had intended it to be such and not the hopeless effort of an artist. On his pale forehead the lines and furrows deepened as he glanced at the ball of fire too quickly disappearing behind the pink and gray horizon. He must make haste if he would finish his task that day, for the sun was his only light, as artificial light was an unknown luxury, since he could scarcely afford the absolute necessities of life. His blue-veined, bony hand trembled with nervous apprehension and haste as he PREPARATORY CLASS. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 97 added a touch here and there and at last the brush dropped from his stiffened and aching fingers as he applied the last stroke. He sprang up from the stool and set about preparing to go to the picture dealers and dispose of his work. How glad he was it was finished! How sorely he needed the money he expected to get! He had not eaten for two days and all his meals the last half year had been but enough to keep the flame of life burning within him. And now relief from hunger was at hand. With sparkling eye he surveyed the picture. It was titled “Burnt.” In one corner of the canvas sat a man in an unnat- ural stooping posture on a stool, and on a table in the center of the picture stood an empty candlestick with its black wick scarcely visible above the surface of the melted wax. A thin column of blue smoke told that the flame had just gone out and one could see by the stiff look and cramped position of the old man in the picture that the spark of life was no longer burning in his body. For want of a model, the old man had painted himself and was pleased with the idea and result, for, to his eye, the like- ness was perfect. He put on his worn coat and hat and, wrap- ping the painting carefully in newspapers passed out into the hall. As the door closed on his bent form the sun disappeared in the west and the few objects in the still deserted room took on a gray ghastly look in the gathering twilight. The little stars came twinkling shyly out of the dark heavens and night had well begun before the door of the little room again opened. One pale ray of light peeped timidly over and under the creaking door and the aged artist with flickering candle in hand and the picture held tightly under his arm, entered. Fail- ure and disappointment were written on his face. His paint- 7 98 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ing had been rejected. As usual, the unexpected had happened and he was worse off than before. He could not stifle that nasty gnawing pain in his hungry stomach and as he glanced into the fragment of a mirror on the little shelf he shuddered at the hollowness of his cheeks and the sharpness of his nose and mouth. But worse than all was that load that weighed down his heart to the depth of despair. He placed the candle on the table and the picture dropped with a thud to the floor. For a moment rage and anger and disappointment rushed over him and he was about to tear the painting to scraps when he realized it was useless to give way to such feelings and the picture remained on the floor unharmed. He sank down upon the worn wooden stool and sat there, a huddled and shrunken heap, in the pale starlight. They found him there next morn- ing. The coroner said he died of starvation. Beside him stood the empty candlestick with the remains of the wick and melted wax. On the floor lay his picture, the picture he had unknowingly painted of his death, the picture of his burnt-out candle, his burnt-out life. Herbert J. McCann, H. S., ’15. THE LXDYOLA ANNUAL 99 11% 1% S pxvxt 0 f Maxtni rnuii ? O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the v ave, Man passes from life to his rest in the grave. The leaves of the oak and the willov shall fade. Be scattered around and together be laid ; And the young and the old, and the lov and the high, Shall moulder to dust and together shall lie. The peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap. The herdsman who climbed with his flock up the steep. The beggar who wandered in search of his bread Have faded away like the grass that we tread. The hand of the king which the sceptre hath borne. The brow of the bishop the mitre hath worn, The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave. Are hidden and lost in the depths of the grave. ’Tis the wink of an eye, ’tis the draught of a breath From the blossom of health to the portals of death. From the bright gilded ball to the bier and the shroud — O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? G. Dietz, ’15. 100 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL @1) I (Rondeau.) Oh Sweet Romance! Inspiring Muse! What lofty spirit you infuse. The world is swayed at your caprice, Dissembler both of strife and peace, Entrancing us with brilliant hues. Cruel ! Y our manner is, to choose Young love to fool, then to refuse Your aid. Artificer! When cease. Oh Sweet Romance? You, loving heart’s fair trust abuse. Ally whom Cupid’s loathe to lose! Love’s votaries you still increase. Although they feign to want release From Cupid’s sweet exacting dues. Oh Sweet Romance! Theodore M. Hemelt, ’15. T 7 EDITORIAL STAFF. EDWARD J. HANRAHAN, 12 Editor-in-Chief FREDERICK H. LINTHICUM, ’12 T. AQUIN KEELAN, ’13 ANDREW J. HARRISON, 14 JOHN J. LARDNER, ’15 VINCENT J. BROOKS, ’15 Associate Editors AUGUST J. BOURBON, ’14 EDWARD J. COOLAHAN,H.S.,’12 Business Managers J. BOISEAU WIESEL, ' 09 Alumni Editor LEO A. CODD, H. S., ’12 High School Editor UUo 1 ol.A Uhr U 1 Slngaltg to IGo olo. yr UCH is preached in college journalism of what is termed LYX ‘‘College Spirit.’’ We write of it now, because more of it is needed at Loyola. If there be one score on which a Marylander prides himself, it is on loyalty to a cause. Yet, we regret to confess it, lack of loyalty to his school and his school’s interests, h as been, not infrequently, a characteristic of the boy who has left these halls. During the past year, in every line of college activity — academic, dramatic and athletic — the work done deserved high commendation. W’hat appreciation of it was shown by our past or present students? An apathy was manifest that was not an honor to Loyola College, which has done and is doing so much for her sons. 101 102 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Lack of encouragement was evidenced by lack of attendance at the college and high school plays; at the debates; at the public specimen in philosophy; at the games of our winning basketball and baseball teams ; at alumni functions, ‘Tt is because each individual deserts his post, that a battle is lost,” Demosthenes wrote. Are you a deserter to the cause of Loyola? JJnbrrt Sromntug. HERE has been a resuscitation of the Browning fad, con- -■ temporaneous with the occasion of celebrating the cen- tenary of the author’s birth. And it is a pity that Catholic publications have given too much free space to the glorifica- tion of one of our bitterest foes. Browning’s anti-Catholic, hostile sense is felt generally. But to commend Browning to those of our faith, as a man with “a message,” is too much to credit. He may have believed in mental and in physical strength ; and in an imper- sonal deity. But what of that? Might it not be better to drop Browning out of English literature altogether? The test of the true poet is beauty — of thought, of speech; and his real requisite is clearness, which Homer, Dante and Shakespeare gave to us. One is tempted to ask, “Is there anything except obscurity in Browning?” To ask, too, “Why commend him, in any measure, in a page of a Catholic publica- tion?” To ask, “Is he the man, with the supreme message, in the last century of English poetry?” Where is Newman to be placed? Socrates, Epictetus, Seneca, Marcus Aurelius had no mes- sage for Catholics. Had Browning? The Gospels had! The Psalms of David, too! THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 103 Mr. iuffg, 3. This issue of our ‘‘Annual” would be a body without a heart were it not to mention the name of “Mr. Duffy, S. J.,” who last Summer passed out from our midst after five suc- cessive years of devoted work in the interests of Loyola. Generous in all he was called upon to do and always genial in his performance of it, he has left behind him an influence for good that will long be felt within these walls. His friends are legion and his name is still a name to conjure with. The best we can wish him is that his future years may be as full of usefulness as those he gave to us, and that all blessings attend him when he is “a priest forever.” 104 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ©bituarg. Jffrattrta Artljur. N January 10th, Loyola lost one o£ her promising students by the death of Francis P. Arthur, of Third Year High School. When school opened in September, Francis’s face was missed, for he was a general favorite at Loyola. Ever cheerful and happy, whether at his studies, where he showed such dili- gence, or in his games, where he was such an enthusiastic athlete, he had gradually won his way into the hearts of those with whom he came in contact, and a general, heartfelt sym- pathy was expressed by all when they heard that Frank was confined to his bed with a mortal sickness. It could hardly be believed that we would never enjoy his companionship again, and so daily prayers were offered in two of the classes,, to obtain his recovery if it was the will of God. The members of Third Year High received Holy Communion for this inten- tion three times, but God saw fit to take him home to heaven, and so on January 10th, came the sad news that he had passed away, early that morning. Although he had lingered for six months, yet his death took us by surprise and, considering his peaceful, happy death, we scarcely dared to grieve. While he was a general favorite at College, he was perhaps better known, and we like better to remember him, as an altar-boy at St. Ignatius’ Church. Always edifying and devout, few surpassed him in faithfulness, and no mass was too early for Frank to serve, and we feel sure that he is now BOARD OF EDITORS. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 105 enjoying the rich reward of his self-sacrifice. Those who visited him during his sickness feel assured that his patience and resignation won him an immediate entrance into heaven, and so it was fitting that his funeral should be, as it seemed, a triumphal pageant. His shroud was his cassock and surplice, which he loved and which he deserved so well to wear, and his casket was borne by six fellow altar boys, clad in white cassocks and lace surplices. The body was borne into the church, headed by a long procession of altar-boys and a Solemn High Mass was sung, at which the student-body of Loyola attended. The church was crowded with parishioners, who had come to pay their last tribute to the young altar-boy. Rev. Father Ennis, S. J., delivered a soul-stirring panegyric. In his premature death his family has lost a devoted son ; Loyola, a promising pupil ; St. Ignatius Church, a devoted altar-boy, and the writer, a dear, beloved friend. May he rest in peace. Amen. Frederick L. Dewberry, H. S., 13. 106 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL piag. A FTER the lapse of an entire year, during which time inter- est in dramatics in the College Department seemed to be waning, the Loyola College Dramatic Society produced a play which equalled the record set by the Society in former years. On Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, April 23rd and 24th, Loyola patrons, under the auspices of College and Alumni. That the efforts of the students were well received was plainly manifested by the frequent applause of the audience, which filled the College Auditorium on both evenings. The cast of characters was as follows: The Rev. Theodore Todd Joseph A. Carey, ' 13 (Dean of Pimlico.) ' Hon. Horace Potter Edgar B. Graham, ' 15 (Dean ' s brother-in-law. Justice of State St. Court.) Master Nat Evelyn William A. Bowes, ' 12 (Dean ' s nephew. Potter ' s stepson.) George Todd Edward J. Hanrahan, ' 12 (Dean ' s brother.) Hon. Peter Sconcer Joseph T. Hanlon, ' 12 (Also Justice of State St. Court.) Hector Markham Harry A. Quinn, ' 14 (Army officer.) Tristam Dole William F. Sauer, ' 15 (Man of woe.) Charles Renaud John A. Buchness, ' 15 (Owner of Jockey Club Hotel.) THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 107 John. Clarence G. O wings, ’15 (Butler at the Deanery.) Hatton J. Vincent Brooks, Jr., ’15 (Clerk of State St, Court.) Carton Joseph P. Reith, ’15 (Chief of Police). Jarvis George J. Dietz, ’15 (Guardian of the Peace.) Alphonse Raymond Kwasnik, ’14 (Waiter.) The story is about a Dean who pledges a generous contribu- tion to his church, and afterward finds himself bankrupt and unable to fulfill his promise. His brother George urges him to play the ponies, and the Dean gives all his money to his servant, John, to bet on the races. The Dean’s brother-in-law, Horace Potter, who is also a magistrate, is persuaded by Nat, his stepson, to visit the Jockey Club. After Horace and Nat have engaged a room at the club, the Dean, Markham an d George arrive at the Jockey Club and take a room next to the one occupied by Horace and Nat. After much “skylarking,” the club is raided, and in the confusion, George, Horace and Nat escape, but the Dean and Markham are arrested. The next morning they are brought before Horace, who is still suffering from the “night before” and sentenced to imprison- ment, but the intervention of Hon. Peter Sconcer, another judge, stays Potter’s sentence, and the Dean and Markham are released. The Dean, with money won for him by John, is able to pay his pledge. As nearly all of the “actors” were making their debut, the result of their efforts was indeed surprising, and far exceeded their own expectations. In his difficult role as the Dean, Joseph A. Carey received much applause, as did Edgar B. Graham as Horace Potter, the poor, unfortunate Judge. Wil- 108 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL liam Bowes, as Nat Evelyn, a sporty young chap, was well received. Edward J. Hanrahan, as George Todd, and Joseph T. Hanlon, Vv ith his “feeling of fullness,” as Peter Sconcer, caused much laughter. Harry A. Quinn, as Col. Markham, in the courtroom scene was a decided hit. Clarence G. O wings, as John, ’midst his sighs and tears, caused much amusement. And the others, though they did not have the same chance to display their powers, portrayed their charac- ters exceedingly well. Having glorified the “stars,” it would not be just to leave unmentioned the greatest “star” — Mr. William A. Nevin, S. J. — whose careful and conscientious coaching made “the Dean of Pimlico” the success that it really was. The Dramatic Society also desires to thank the patronesses and extends its sincerest thanks to the Loyola College Alumni Association for its hearty co-operation in working for the success of “The Dean of Pimlico.” Edgar B. Graham, ’15. 3P r0fw0nr.” F course, you were there, for I suppose everybody was. It certainly was a grand night, or rather there were two grand nights, and “The Professor” went down in the Col- lege annals as one of the most successful plays ever given at Loyola. The audiences were certainly appreciative and, thus encouraged, the boys surpassed even the fondest hopes of the most optimistic. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 109 The plot is simply told. Marcus Brutus Snap and Company — his wife and family and, perhaps, one or two other “actors,” on a barn-storming tour are booked for a performance in T Hearing that Professor Babbitt has written a tragedy. Snap sees an opportunity to make a little money on “benefit performances,” and he seeks to obtain the play. The elder Mr. Babbitt is strictly opposed to the stage. On this account the Professor confidentially entrusts his manuscript to the actor who agrees to produce it; for two weeks the Professor is in the sorest straits, fearing lest his father should discover his secret and disinherit him. Then the Professor’s Augustus and Horatio’s slipping out of the house on the night of the play, and their hasty return upon being disappointed at its farcical production, is the real climax, and is followed, of course, by the parental forgiveness. The very creditable manner in which the players performed would be difficult to describe, but to say something, take George Loden, as Marcus Brutus Snap. He portrayed the difficult character of that barn-storming fakir-actor. Snap, the egotist, who takes great care that he does not, even for an instant, lose his dignity or bearing, and is ever ready with excuses or substitutes for the lack of material in his company. The part could hardly have been better chosen. And Vincent Valentini, Lord Mulberry, who kept the audience in a state of constant laughter, made a great “hit” during his excellent impersonation of Lord Mulberry, the real, fussy Englishman who never failed to bring forth great applause as soon as he appeared. John Scheurich, as the elder Mr. Babbitt, certainly deserves special mention, as does also James Vaeth, who took the part of Daniel Derry, Mr. Babbitt’s cousin. As an angry, disappointed and deceived parent, each certainly acted well a part that was by no means easy. no THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Then, too, Frederick Dewberry, as Horatio Derry, did exceptionally well, and contributed greatly toward making the play the success it was. Nor should we forget William German, who in the title role performed a difficult part admirably well. As a poor, college professor, whose every movement must be accounted for to a pestering father, and whose venture in the field of play-writing was almost disastrous, he certainly essayed a difficult part. And the professor’s valet, James — Joseph McEvoy, as we know him — was the funmaker of the evening. The star of last year’s performance, “The Crimson Robe,” this year as eccen- tric valet to the “Professor,” he was at his best. Augustus Babbitt — August Haneke, and Jack Mulberry — Beauregard Roche, were in the spirit of the play at all times. And as for the butlers — Gerry Hall and Louis Roche — well, after all, it’s not the part we play, but how well we play it, and so we say that they were almost perfect. Edward J. Coolahan, H. S., ’12. T N September of the year 1904, almost eight years ago, our class, the Class of 1912 was formed. In those days the feel- ing of being new members, youngsters, in the College, was deeply impressed upon us, and I well recall with what respect the upper classmen were regarded. Seniors! The very word carried with it a sense of dignity and power, possessed only by a fortunate few. How far beyond our reach that title seemed. Seven years of study, seven years of writing, figur- ing, translating, and exams. Seven long years stood between us and the highest class. This is how it appeared to one looking ahead, but now those years have gone. The members of the Class of 1912 have all but passed their last College exam., and as we look back, those years do not seem to be years of work and suffering, but rather pleasant periods of all too shortlived happiness, hours of a gayety and light-heartedness never to be known again. For Seniors look forward not to years of study, under kindly guidance, but rather to years of work among the thoughtless, hustling men of the world. Our school days have almost passed, are history, and it is this that I have been called upon to record. Ill 112 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL When first we entered Loyola, the present First Year High was known as Fourth Academic, and it was in this class that we began at that time the lowest class of the institution. Fr. M. A. Purtell, S. J., received the smallest boys then, as he does now, and much we owe to his ever ready ruler, that stern en- forcer of all orders. His means of holding our attention and gaining our interest are still to some a cause of much wonder- ment ; but whatever the means used, Fr. Purtell undoubtedly gave us a worthy start, and I hope he looks upon us proudly now and speaks of us as “his boys.” This year the class honors were won by Charles Neuner, who also led in the following year, in Third Academic. Our training here was under the guidance of Mr. L. J. Young, S. J., and many of his old pupils undoubtedly fondly recall not only the hours spent in class, but those also spent with our professor out of doors. Well do I remember the delight we used to take to have Mr. Young as companion in our ball games and on our skating parties, which were then quite frequent. In the school year of 1906-1907, our class underwent its greatest change. Until then, nothing unusual, considering failures of some as a usual occurrence, had taken place. With the beginning of the second term of this year several members of the lower class were advanced, and Charles Neuner and Charles Foley, of our class, were placed a year ahead. The class honors were then taken by Andrew Hoffman. For several months of this year we were unfortunate enough to be deprived of the teaching of Mr. Ed. P. Duffy, S. J. How much we had lost we fully realized at the close of that most delightful year. In our fourth year, when we had reached the highest class of the Academic department; the rating of classes now in use, was introduced. And we had the honor of being the first class to receive Loyola High School Diplomas. Mr. Fremgen VARSITY BASKET BALL TEAM. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 113 S. J., guided us through that last year and trained us so well that the great nervousness and fears at the final examination were to a great extent dispelled. So many were the changes undergone, the conditions incurred and the advance in class gained that but five of the eleven boys receiving diplomas were members of the original class. These were Andrew Hofmann, Lew Wheeler, James Russell, Arthur Lyness and Jos. T. Hanlon. The others, Frederick Linthicum, John Bowens, Frederick Rose, William Boggs, Casimer A. Losinski and William Bowes, all joined us by promotion from the Class of 1913 or from Special. The honors this year went to a new-comer, Casimer P. Los- inski, second place, too, was taken from the original members by Frederick Rose. In the following fall, as we started upon our college course, al l who had received diplomas returned to continue their studies. It was a short time passed, however, before Andrew Hofmann left us to enter the Jesuit Novitiate, St. Andrew-on- the-Hudson. At the beginning of the second term our mem- bers were again raised to the ‘‘big” eleven, when Edw. Hanra- han was advanced. This year, our Freshman year, Casimer P. Losinski took the honors once more. Our professor, for this opening class of the college course, was Fr. Burkett, S. J. During the summer Louis Wheeler left our ranks to join his former classmate at St. Andrew’s, and upon our return E. Howard Brown joined us, completing the “big” eleven. Of all the years of our course, I think I can safely say, none eclipsed our Sophomore year under Fr. J. S. Keating, S. J. For a year of interesting and enjoyable work, our year with the orators, English, Greek and Roman, stands out pre-eminently. Our chemistry course, pursued during our Sophomore and Junior years under Fr. H. McLoughlin, S. J., also played a great part in the work side. But, as Fr. McLoughlin says, and said, 8 114 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL it was for our own good. At least we learned how to clean glassware, which is quite an accomplishment. Casimer P. Losinski again carried off the honors and that summer of 1910 entered St. Mary’s Seminary. We now entered the “home stretch,” if I might use such a phrase in speaking of philosophical studies. Fr. M. L. Fortier, S. J., taught our class when it was the smallest in its whole career, numbering nine members in all, caused by the withdrawal of Howard Brown after the mid-year examina- tions. And now we have reached our goal, have acquired that name which seemed so far away — Seniors. Again we number eleven, John Burke and James Walsh having taken the places of those who left, and directed by Fr. T. Brosnahan and Fr. J. Casey, we are about to close a course which had its trials and its worries, its work and play, but which for all that will ever be to all a time filled with fond recollections of patient and gentle professors and many happy, happy experiences. We were especially favored in our rectors and prefects and it is my great wish that Fr. Ennis and Fr. Fleming, together with the entire faculty, will cherish the same pleasant memories of us which we have entertained of them in the year of our graduation. Jos. T. Hanlon, ’12. P Cngnla ICitprarg To uphold the splendid traditions that have always clung to the Loyola Literary Society in past years, and have caused her and her proteges to be ranked among the foremost College Societies in this section, has been our chief endeavor this year; and, if we have suc- ceeded, — and we trust we have, — we are willing to rest content with such laurels. Throughout the Literary and Debating circles of the city our Society has always enjoyed a reputation that could only have been won by the highest merit on the part of its members, and we feel proud to think that we are able to keep up such noble prece- dents that we can continue to preserve untarnished our Alma Mater’s name in this regard. In the selection of subjects for debate at the regular meetings we have been rather fortunate. Thanks to the unceasing efforts of our Moderator, Rev. John S. Keating, S. J.. we have been furnished with topics that could not but prove interesting even to the most in- different of speakers, as Reciprocity with Canada, the Boy Scout Movement, the 10-Hour Labor Law for Women, and the Initiative and Referendum. These and many other questions were discussed, and invariably they brought forth copious and heated arguments from both sides. With but few exceptions everyone responded nobly to his duty, and credit must be accorded to all the members of the Society for their fidelity in appearing and speaking at the meetings. During March the preliminaries for the Final Debate were held, eight members entering the lists for the coveted honor. The de- bates were well written and delivered, and it was only after much consideration that the decisions were finally made, and Messrs. Joseph T. Hanlon, ’12, Edward J. Hanrahan, ’12, Joseph A. Carey, ’13, and Theodore M. Hemelt, ’15, were delegated to represent the Society at the Annual Deba te on May 1. The question chosen was: 115 116 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ‘Resolved, that the recall of judges by the people would be sub- versive of a Republican form of government.” Messrs. Hanrahan and Hanlon were given the affirmative side of the question, Messrs. Carey and Hemelt the negative. Owing to a dispute about the Presidency of the Society, and the fact that no presiding officer was elected for the second term, Mr. T. Aquin Keelan, 13, was appointed Chairman of the Debate. A fairly large audience found its way into the College Auditorium on the evening of May 1, and were seemingly well pleased with the exhibition of oratory and rhetoric presented to them. Mayor James H. Preston had kindly consented to act as one of the judges, and, in the task of deciding the best speaker, his companions were Col. John T. Morris and Rev. Charles W. Lyons, S. J., President of Saint Joseph’s College, Philadelphia. The affirmative side viewed the sub- ject calmly, and relied more on the solidity of arguments than on the persuasive power of their eloquence, and it took but a short delib- eration for the judges to decide that the affirmative side had won the debate. Mr. Hanrahan, the first speaker, was adjudged to have presented the best and clearest speech, and so was awarded the Jenkins Gold Medal. His Honor the Mayor made a short address, complimenting each of the speakers in turn, and expressing his surprise and pleasure at their eloquence and facility of argument. In passing we wish to ten- der our sincerest thanks to him for the interest he displayed towards the Society. He inconvenienced himself greatly to keep his en- gagement, and we deeply appreciate his kindness. The officers, who served both terms, are: President, John J. Bov ens, 12; Vice-President, T. Aquin Keelan, 13; Secretary, August J. Bourbon, 14; Treasurer, Jerome H. Joyce, Jr., 14. August J. Bourbon, 14, Secretary. THE COLLEGE SODALITY. The Senior Sodality of the Blessed Virgin has completed a most successful year under the spiritual guidance of the Moderator, Fa- ther Fleming. If regular attendance and faithful service are proofs of devotion to our Lady, then the students of the College have made an enviable record. The membership of the sodality is optional, no one is bound to attend, but loyalty has always been a noted char- acteristic of Loyola boys, in every thing that concerned the honor of Mary, the Mother of Christ. They know the weight of her influence with her divine Son and are aware that there is no shorter path to happiness here or hereafter than that by which Mary will direct them. During the year Father Moderator proposed that the members of the Sodality form a “Eucharistic Ring,” the meaning of which is that one member of the Ring go to communion each morning and offer his communion for the intentions of all the other members. The suggestion was eagerly taken up and in a short time the “Eucharistic Ring” became a flourishing condition. Mr. Joseph Hanlon, of the Senior Class, was appointed to head the ring and much credit is due him for his efforts in making it a success. We hope that in future years the “Eucharistic Ring” will not only be continued by the Loyola Sodality, but that it will spread throughout all other Catholic Colleges. Further the College Sodalists are deeply indebted to Father Flem- ing for his untiring energy in promoting their welfare. His “heart 118 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL to heart” talks rendered in his own persuasive and interesting man- ner held the students ' s closest attention, and they were always sorry that time limited them. His method of “driving things home” were peculiar to himself, and the students will not forget many of the opportune talks he gave them this year. We also wish to thank our Secretaries for the orderly way they kept the minutes and their promptness at every meeting. In conclusion we would say that the Sodalists feel proud of their record this year, and hope that each succeeding year will find the Senior Sodality increasing in strength and virtue through the assistance of their ever Blessed Mother and Protectress Mary. OFFICERS OF THE SODALITY. FIRST TERM. Reverend Richard A. Fleming, S. J., Moderator. Prefect — John J. Bowens. 1st Ass’t. — T. Aquin Keelan. 2nd Ass’t. — Andrew J. Harrison. Secretary — August J. Bourbon. Sacristan — J. Vincent Brooks. SECOND TERM. Prefect — John J. Bowens. 1st Ass’t. — T. Aquin Keelan. 2nd Ass’t. — Andrew J. Harrison. Secretary — Wm. E. Mackessy. Sacristan — J. Vincent Brooks. THE JUNIOR SODALITY. The Junior Sodality of the Blessed Virgin Mary, composed of students of the High School and the Preparatory Classes, enjoyed a most successful year under the careful guidance of its moderator, Mr. Aloysius T. Higgins. At the meetings of the sodality, held every Friday afternoon, short, but fervent talks were given by the modera- tor, which were very instructive and helpful to the young sodalists. During the month of May, when all the students, both of College THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 119 and High School, met every afternoon before Our Lady’s Shrine to honor her, the sodality meetings were held on Friday mornings. This fine custom was introduced this year by Mr. Higgins, and it proved very successful. On Saturday, May 25th, many new members were received into the sodality. Those who were received have been faithful in their attendance during the year, and by their ardent devotion to the Blessed Lady have proved themselves worthy of honoring Her as an enrolled sodalist. The officers of the Junior Sodality for both terms were: Moderator — Mr. Aloysius T. Higgins, S. J. Prefect — Leo A. Codd. First Assistant — J. Neil Corcoran. Second Assistant — John F. Brennan. Secretary — Edward J. Coolahan. Sacristans — Julian F. X. Morris and Francis Giblin. Organist — John Kaspar. J. Neil Corcoran, H. S., 12. ATHLETICS COLLEGE BASKETBALL TEAM. With the splendid record of twelve victories and four defeats, the Loyola College Five closed what was in many ways the most successful season ever known by the Gold and Blue Squad. All the best teams of Maryland and the District of Columbia, and even sev- eral from Delaware and Pennsylvania were encountered, and usually with favorable results. Not a game was lost on the Loyola floor. The record made surpassed the most sanguine expectations, and the only real disappointment of the season was the defeat by George- town University, at Washington, and with this defeat, the loss of the Southern Collegiate Championship Title, which was virtually within the grasp of the Gold and Blue quintet. In former years it had been customary to play a number of prac- tice games with local club teams, but this season’s ’Varsity squad was so far superior to most of the other teams about town, that it was with the greatest difficulty that the management finally secured several practice contests for the squad. The first game was with the Unknowns, a team of former Northern College stars now attending a local medical school, but the poor physical condition of the Un- knowns told heavily, and they proved easy for the College boys, the final score being 41-2. The Big Five, of South Baltimore, played a much better defensive game, but the issue was never in doubt, and the Gold and Blue colors once more came out on top, 19-12. Cheered on by several hundred brother Alumni, who were gathered at the Annual Smoker of the Alumni Association, the Alumni team tried to stop the tide of victories, but they proved no match for their younger op- ponents, and the best they could do was to score 14 points against 36 garnered by the College Five. On December 16 the collegiate schedule was opened at the Rich- mond Market Armory, with the strong University of Maryland ag- gregation, who had just returned from a successful Northern trip. 120 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 121 Up to the last five minutes of play the Marylanders were in the lead by a scant few points, but then the stamina and teamwork of the Collegians began to assert itself, and they forged ahead, winning handily, 33-29. Without any apparent reasons, the Maryland Medical College and Naval Academy teams cancelled their games, and, to keep the team in condition, a contest was arranged with the strong Fourth Regiment Five. Only three of the regulars were on hand for the game, and the College lads were lucky to come out ahead by the close margin of one point, 20-19. Gallaudet College was the next team to be met, and, although the game took place on their own floor, at Washington, they were no match for the local team, and the Deaf Mutes tasted defeat, 35-31. Another trip was made to Washington on the following Wednesday, and, in what a Washington paper termed “the fastest and most ex- citing game ever played at the Arcade,” the Georgetown University team won out, 20-18. Though our team was without the services of Captain Joyce or Scheurich, they forced the Blue and Gray repre- sentatives to play two extra periods to decide, and it was not until the last few seconds that Schlosser scored the winning points for the Hilltoppers. In the first extra period, Peters, the star forward of the Loyola team, made a sensational one-hand shot, but his foot was touching the outside line, and the goal did not count. Had it been allowed, we would have secured our first victory over our ancient rivals, and would now have a legitimate claim to the Southern Col- legiate Championship, a title now held by Georgetown. Loyola’s gameness pleased the crowd, and before the contest was finished, two-thirds of the spectators were rooting for us. Frederick College proved easy, and, in a fast, but rather unin- teresting game, the Gold and Blue squad won, 33-9. Baltimore Med- ical College was next on the schedule, and, with a good deal of luck on their side, they beat us, 29-28. Catholic University was easy, and the crowd that filled the Loy- ola “gym” was delighted to see the home team come out ahead by the splendid score of 31-9. Gallaudet next came over to Baltimore for a return match, and gave the local team a decidedly unpleasant scare. A little touch of over-confidence on our part, and Cook’s injury, in the first half, put us in an embarrassed position, and it was only Captain Joyce’s phenomenal playing that enabled us to come out victorious by the 122 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL close score of 11-9. Cook’s injury kept him out of the game for awhile, and it was a rather crippled team that went over to Newark, Del., to play the Delaware College Five. Pippen, our star defense man, was unable to make the trip, but, contrary to our highest hopes, we won out easily, defeating the Delaware quintet, 19-5. Last year’s team had great difficulty in beating the Newark Five, and the Northern boys were sadly surprised at the beating handed out to them. Baltimore Medical College won the second game of the series, 23-9, the Loyola men being unable to play up to form on the slip- pery floor of the Armory. Mount Washington Lyceum, of Pittsburg, Pa., amateur champions of Western Pennsylvania, visited us next, but left chastened to the tune of 28-19. As a concession to them, we played under the Professional Rules, with which we were unfamiliar, but, except for making the game exceedingly rough, the new rules had little effect, and we had little trouble winning. The second game with University of Maryland, which was played in our “gym,” proved easy, and, though both Peters and Pippen were out of the game, the Marylanders never had a chance, losing 30-7. The last game was not so well played, and the Catholic University five, after the Loyola team seemed to have the game well in hand, took a decided brace, and defeated us, 31-26. In, all we scored 419 points against 276 for our opponents. Those on the team were: Cook, center; Peters, Scheurich, Keelan and Spear- man, forwards; Pippen, Joyce (Capt.), Brooks, Ayd and Reith, defense. Peters led with 127 points scored, while Scheurich was second with 93. Cook scored 74, Joyce 37, Spearman and Ayd, 36 each, Pippen 6, and Brooks and Keelan each 4. ' At a meeting of the squad after the final game, Arthur Peters, of the Ethics Class, was elected to captain next year’s team. Besides scoring the most points, Peters was the most faithful in attending games, participating in fifteen full games out of the sixteen played. Peters was the Washington Post’s selection for forward on the All- South Atlantic Five, while both the Post and Times gave Cook the position of second center on the honorary quint. The season’s record: November 15, Loyola College, 41; Unknowns, 2. November 28, Loyola College, 36; Alumni, 14. December 6, Loyola College, 19; Big Five, 12. December 16, Loyola College, 33; University of Maryland, 29. December 26, Loyola College, 20; Fourth Regiment, 19. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 123 January 6, Loyola College, 35; Gallaudet College, 31. January 10, Loyola College, 18; Georgetown University, 20. January 13, Loyola College, 33; Frederick College, 9. January 20, Loyola College, 28; Baltimore Medical College, 29. January 27, Loyola College, 31; Catholic University, 9. February 3, Loyola College, 11; Gallaudet College, 9. February 6, Loyola College, 19; Delaware College, 5. February 17, Loyola College, 9; Baltimore Medical College, 23. February 23, Loyola College, 28; Mt. Washington Lyceum, of Pitts- burg, Pa., 19. February 29, Loyola College, 30; University of Maryland, 7. arch 4, Loyola College, 26; Catholic University, 31. A. BOURBON, ’14. BASKETBALL TEAM HIGH SCHOOL. To pen an account of the High School team of 1911-12 on the Basketball floor, and especially when it falls to the lot of one of the players, is indeed no easy task. Praise, honor and glory are theirs and theirs deservingly. No amount of praise would be too great for the youngsters who represented the High School on the Basket- ball floor this year. Their headstrong aggressiveness, their undying energy and their Spartan-like, never-say-die spirit, earned for them success, unprecedented in the annals of the High School and in truth in the annals of any department at Loyola. True it is that praise can be given and should be given to the quints of former years, but we must yield the prize and doff our hats to the undisputed inter- scholastic champions of the south, “The Loyola High School Team of 1911-12.” But while we are lavish with our praise to the team we must not 124 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL forget entirely the unseen influence of the man behind the guns. We acknowledge our success is due to the kind suggestions and strong influence of our beloved moderator, Rev. Mr. A. T. Higgins, S. J., and it is only proper for us to accept this opportunity to ex- tend to him our most heartfelt and sincere thanks. Much thanks is extended to the loyal rooters of the team and especially to Mr. Joseph Hanlon for his faithful services rendered the team as referee during the season. Among the victims of the team were quintets much older and stronger than the High School lads. The best teams of Washington, D. C., and Annapolis, Md., were met and defeated. The strongest and most experienced teams, representing various clubs of good names, were encountered and conquered. Baltimore City College and Baltimore Polytechnic Institute are also among the vanquished. The team this year was the first to defeat the Georgetown “Preps” in three successive years, and it was the first team from Loyola to down a quint from Georgetown University. Teams which last year gave the High School team overwhelming defeats such as the Cath- olic University Freshmen and the Champions of the Y. M. C. A., were defeated handily. The defeat which the High School received from Polytechnic Institute was excusable, since it was due to over- confidence. The Polytechnic team came to Loyola with a reputa- tion of being very easy, but the Loyola lads were greatly mistaken, and only realized their mistake when it was too late. Polytechnic had gained a lead which was too large to overcome, although if there had been a few more minutes to play their score would have been reached and perhaps overcome, for in the second half the High School played with great speed. It is with pride therefore that we write the names of the team of 1911-12. All deem it an honor to have their names listed on such a record breaking team as the LOYOLA HIGH SCHOOL BASKET- BALL TEAM OF 1911 and 1912. John A. Scheurich, of the class of 12, played right forward and was in every respect the main-stay of the team, for many times did he bring the rooters to their feet with amazement by caging a goal from a difficult position. J. Neil Corcoran, a class-mate of Scheurich, was his partner at the forward position, and too much praise can not be extended to him for his clean sportsmanship. Many times during the season he was the star and much applause was rendered THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 125 him at every game. Augustine B. Haneke was the center and played a consistent game all season at that position, showing great de- fensive power, and in the number of goals registered, his name has a large figure. He also managed the team to the best of his ability and together with his cheerful assistant, James E. Vaeth, can boast of bringing the first winning High School team to Loyola. Joseph Reith was a stone wall to the teams that tried many times to score. He stuck to his man and the small scores of opponents are partly due to his work at right defence. Edward Coolahan played left defence and it is a most difficult task to pen an account that would do justice to his brilliant, consistent playing, for he, above all the others, was the bright star of every game. He not only played a defensive game, but also played a great offensive game, and for a defense he scored more goals than any player at that position in the city. LOYOLA HIGH SCHOOL BASKETBALL TEAM. October 1, Loyola H. S., 38; Seminoles, 5. October 18, Loyola H. S., 35; Northwesterns, 3. October 24, Loyola H. S., 18; Sevems, 6. November 2, Loyola H. S., 35; Saint Andrews, 8. November 8, Loyola H. S., 10; Columbias, 3. November 15, Loyola H. S., 22; Silent Five, 5. November 20, Loyola H. S., 26; Buckskins, 2. November 27, Loyola H. S., 44; Central A. C., 6. December 2, Loyola H. S., 22; Georgetown Preps., 15. December 6, Loyola H. S., 25; Y. M. C. A. Champions, 15. January 3, Loyola H. S., 75; Perseverance A. C., 4. January 10, Loyola H. S., 31; C. U. Freshmen, 17. January 16, Loyola H. S., 27; Polytechnic, 32. January 24, Loyola H. S., 57; Mondawmins, 6. February 1, Loyola H. S., 2; Severns, 0 (forfeit.) February 9, Loyola H. S., 11; Baltimore City College, 4. February 13, Loyola H. S., 22; Polytechnic, 18. February 21, Loyola H. S., 56; Saint Patrick’s C. C., 7. February 28, Loyola H. S., 24; Naval Academy Preps., 17. March 1, Loyola H. S., 17; Baltimore City College, 41. Total points scored: Loyola, 597; Opponents, 214. 126 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 014 Qlljrnutrk September 11, 1911. The College, High School and Preparatory Departments opened with a large attendance. There were numerous changes in the Faculty. Frs. George B. Kelley, Matthew L. Fortier and Messrs. Chas. A. Kleinmeyer, Henry A. McQuade, Oliver B. Skelley being among those changed. They were replaced by Fathers J. Ooghe and M. McCabe and Messrs. J. M. Kelley, J. A. Fortescue, W. A. Nevin and J. A. Huefner. September 18, 1911. The mass of the Holy Ghost was celebrated this morning in St. Ignatius Church. All the students of the College, High School and Preparatory Departments attended. Today the Seniors returned to take up the duties of a College student for the last time. September 22, 1911. Election of officers for the Senior and Junior Sodality was held. The officers elected were: SENIOR SODALITY: Prefect: John J. Bowens, 12. First Assistant: T. Aquin Keelan, 13. Second Assistant: Andrew J. Harrison, 14. Secretary: August J. Bourbon, 14. Sacristan: J. Vincent Brooks, 15. Organist: Raymond J. Kwasnik, 14. Consultors: Jos. Walsh, 12; Jos. Carey, 13; Wm. Mackessy, 14; John Pollock, 15. JUNIOR SODALITY: Prefect: Leo. A. Codd. First Assistant: J. Neil Corcoran. THE LOYOEA ANNUAL 127 Second Assistant: John F. Brennan. Secretary: Edward J. Coolahan. Sacristans: Julian Morris and Francis Giblin Organist: John Kaspar. September 25, 1911. Officers of the Loyola Literary Society were elected with fol- lowing results: President: John J. Bowens, ’12. Vice-President: T. Aquin Keelan, 13. Secretary: August J. Bourbon, 14. Treasurer: Jerome H. Joyce, 14. The Literary Committee: Joseph I. Hanlon, Edward J. Han- rahan and John J. Weber. October 16, 1911. Holiday granted in honor of Cardinal’s Jubilee. October 17, 1911. Half-holiday granted today as Columbus Day. October 23, 1911. Night lectures in Ethics began under the auspices of Fr. Brosnahan with large attendance. October 25, 1911. Retreat began under direction of Fr. J. Cotter. A number of the Alumni attended the instructions and received Com- munion with the student body. The annual retreat is one of the main events of the year at Loyola. Several members of the Alumni Association attended the closing exercises of the retreat this year, and received com- munion in company with the College students. October 28, 1911. The student body received Communion at the close of the Retreat. 128 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL October 30, 1911. Holiday granted today in honor of the Cardinal and of Fr. Bernard Vaughan, S. J., the distinguished orator who was visit- ing the College. November 11, 1911. Minor Logic specimen of the Junior Class held today. December 1, 1911. Holiday offered in honor of Fr. Provincial. December 13, 14, 1911. “The Professor,” a comedy, was presented by the High School before two crowded houses. The success of the play was greatly due to the earnest work of Mr. Nevin, who coached the play . The cast included William R. German, John A. Scheurich, August B. Haneke, Joseph C. McEvoy, Louis C. Roche, George B. Loden, Frederick L. Dewberry, James E. Vaeth, R. Beauregard Roche, Vincent A. Valentini and E. Gerry Hall. December 22, 1911. An informal entertainment was given by the school in honor of the Faculty and also to mark the beginning of the Christmas Holidays. The program: 1. Overture Orchestra 2. “Welcome,” an address T. Moore, Prep. 3. Chorus, “Christ was bom” H. S. “A,” ’15 4. “Sorrow,” a story J. Scanlon, ’14 5. Vocal Duet T. Bowes and J. McCarthy 6. “Louis D’Or,” recitation V. Teana, H. S., ’14 7. Waltz Orchestra 8. “Noel,” solo J. Murnane, H. S., ’15 9. Hanno’s Speech T. Hemelt, ’15 10. “What the Moon Saw,” story I. Cartwryht, H. S., ’15 11. Vocal Duet G. Loden and W. Keating, H. S., ’12 HIGH SCHOOL BASKET BALL TEAM. e THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 129 12. Dialogue J. Carey and I. A. Keelan, 13 13. Chorus, ‘Stille Nacht” Lower German 14. “Greetings, address F. Linthicum, 12 15. “Adeste Fideles Entire School January 2, 1912. Classes were resumed today. Repetition commenced with an examination in English Composition. January 9, 1912. At an invitation from the Hibernians, the High School Dra- matic Society repeated ‘The Professor at the Germania Maen- nerchor Hall. January 26, 1912. Mid-Year Oral Examinations began. January 30, 1912. Mid-Year Holiday. February 14, 1912. A holiday was granted for Father Rector s Feast Day, in the evening, the Annual Banquet of the Alumni Association was held at the Emerson Hotel, commemorating the sixtieth anni- versary of Loyola. Officers for the ensuing year were elected March 1, 1912. The announcement of the subjects of the prize essays was made. March 12, 1912. A Solemn Requiem Mass was sung by Father Rector today. First anniversary of Fr. Brady s death. March 24, 1912. The Board of Editors of the Loyola College Annual held their first meeting this morning. 9 130 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL April 3, 1912. Easter Recess began. April 12, 1912. Classes were resumed. April 17, 1912. The members of Senior Class attended the annual disputa- tion in Theology and Philosophy, which was held at Woodstock College today. They wish to use this means of giving thanks to Rev. Father Rector, of Woodstock College, who so kindly invited them to attend the disputations and to Rev. Father Rector, of Loyola, for giving them the opportunity to miss a class on that day. They also are desirous of thanking the many professors at Woodstock College for the very generous manner in which they were entertained. May 1, 1912. The customary May devotions, consisting of an original paper by one of the students extolling the praises and virtues of the Blessed Virgin, several hymns in her praise, and a prayer asking her to intercede for us, were begun today at 2.15 o’clock. This custom of doing something during the month of May for the Blessed Virgin’s honor, has become dear to the heart of the Loyola student. The shrine of Our Lady is constantly kept well supplied with fragrant flowers; the boys living in the coun- try bringing in wild flowers, while the city boys contribute money and buy hothouse flowers. The two combined make a very pretty daily offering to Our Lady. The Prize Debate for the Jenkins Medal was held in the College Hall. The contestants were Messrs. Edward J. Han- rahan, Jos. F. Hanlon, Joseph A. Carey and Theodore M. Hemelt. Mr. T. Aquin Keelan was chairman of the Debate. The medal was awarded to Edw. J. Hanrahan, ’12. May 6, 1912. Repetition began today. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 131 May 16, 1912. Public Specimen in Major Logpc and an Experimental Dis- cussion on Wireless Telegraphy was held in the College Hall before a large and enthusiastic audience. Mr. T. Aquin Keelan, 13, was the Defender, while Messrs. Arthur A. Lyncss and Frederick F. Rose, 14, objected. Mr. Weber gave a lecture on Wireless Telegraphy, while Mr. Carey performed interesting experiments. May 27, 1912. Whit-Monday — holiday. May 29, 1912. Reception of Promoters of the Apostleship of Prayer and Sodalists was held after the 8.30 Mass. June 8, 1912. Oral Examinations began today, the final examinations of the year. June 9, 1912. The Senior Class attended Vespers in St. Ignatius Church. The Baccalaureate Sermon was delivered by Rev. Albert G. Brown, S. J. June 11, 1912. Graduating exercises of the High School, Prize Night and Elocution Contest. June 12, 1912. College Prize Night and Elocution Contest. June 13, 1912. Sixtieth Annual Commencement, at which the address to the graduates was given by Rt. Rev. Wm. T. Russell, D. D. A SENIOR CLASS MEETING. Foreword: The following, gentle reader, is intended as a word pic- ture of one of the spasmodic and highly turbulent meetings of the graduating class of 1912. Be it known as a premise that all senior is divided into three factions; the progressives, the conservatists and the standpatters. These factions are separated by a perpetual diver- sity of opinion and on occasions only by physical force. This ex- planation will serve to throw some light on the following scene: Class being dismissed for the day, the president edges his way towards the chair, and with an eye to the future takes with him a heavy book, several ink bottles and a few odds and ends of chair legs, rulers, etc. His journey to the chair is made to the accompani- ment of such remarks as: “Don’t walk sideways, L , we can’t see you!” “Who ever elected him president?” etc. Ignoring these re- flections on his personal appearance and ability, with a callousness born of long experience, the chairman takes his seat. According to tradition he calls the house to order, but with very indifferent results. “The meeting will come to order!” he repeats for the dozenth time. “The gentleman in the window will please take a more suitable seat.” This to a member whose dress betokens his sporting proclivities, and who is fondly admiring a very obvious pair of hose. “If the gentle- man at the blackboard will discontinue his artistic efforts, the house will thank him.” This addressed to a six-by-four individual, who was focusing his entire attention on reproducing a peculiar kind of peaked hat that hung on the rack. V hen the gathering had been reduced from what sounded like a 132 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 13a full grown race riot to some semblance of order, the chairman took occasion to remark: “Gentlemen, the purpose of today’s meeting is to make arrange- ments for a dance — “Point of information, Mr. President,” a nattily attired and rosy- cheeked member cried from the midst of the conservatives, “I’d like to ask by what right — ” “And I’d like to ask,” interrupted a rather portly member, bounding up from among the radicals, by what righ the gentleman interrupts without being recognized by the chair?” Mr. B and Mr. H , you are both out of order; take your seats, the chairman yells, moving an ink bottle within reaching distance. “As I was saying — ” he continues. “Mr. President,” a red-faced and curly-headed member interrupted in accents not to be mistaken. “Mr. President, whereas, according to the ancient and honorable rules of parliamentary law, it devolves upon ye — ” “Hear! Hear!” “Tell it to him, B- .” “He thinks he is running this class!” This from the conservatives, while from the other end of the room came such remarks as: “Put him out!” “Choke him! Order! Order!” The speaker was finally persuaded to take his seat. “Once more,” feebly continued the chair, “I wish to say that a dance — ” A tcdl, manly, handsome youth, who for some time had been busily engaged in untwining himself from several chairs, now arose to all his brawny length and in a voice that shook the walls, spake: “Mr. President, I think that I know — ” “Yes, we know you do,” came a weary chorus from the conservatives’ end. “Save it for some other time,” they yelled in unison. But the stentorian voice still was high above the uproar and continued calmly to the end. “I move we adjourn!” came from a serious-faced member in the front row.” Second that motion,” spoke up a youth of the strawberry blond type from a far corner who had been sleeping peacefully up to this point. “Gentlemen,” the chair yelled, “the motion has not been put--” but before he could complete the sentence the last coat-tail was disap- pearing through the door. When all was quiet a face peeped out cautiously from under the sheltering cover of the table and the flower of the class got outside in time to see radicals, conservatives and standpatters moving up the street arm in arm in the best of fellowship. F H T M2 134 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL JUNIOR CLASS NOTES. Aquin. A wonderfully studious youth, when asked how long he studies, he calmly answers “I sat up till two o’clock studying,” for- getting to say that it was 1.30 A. M. when his pedal extremities re- luctantly crossed the threshold of his paternal domicile. Generally evident the following day when in some hidden cranny or nook of class he can be seen wrapped in the seclusion of his own personality and clumber. But he leads the class, so what recks whether or not he gets in at all. Joseph. The would-be orator and infidel, skeptic, and heretic all put together, both good and bad. Never believes a thesis in philos- ophy but takes it for granted when the teacher says it is so. Never mind Joe, you know a thing or two about electricity and that’s worth knowing. Here’s to your success. John. Hates philosophy and everything pertaining to study, yet he keeps at it in the vehemence that is well repaid at the end of every month. Keep at it John, there’s a vacancy somewhere awaiting you, go down and burn the midnight oil. J. A. C, ’13. A. J. B. SOPHOMORE. Reporter, sportsman, student, too For titles flock about his head; And if Dame Gossip whispers true With Mendelssohn he’ll soon keep tread. Our reportorial representative has become a poultry fancier, hav- ing come to all college affairs this year with something besides an overcoat on his arm. R. J. K. Adonis with Busoni’s locks Conceding barren phrenal rocks. An Orpheus who near the castled Rhine Forsook his harp for Bacchus’ stein. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 135 Like an irregular verb has four distinct parts, e. g., a “lovely” com- plexion, a (dark brown?) taste for music, an exaggerated idea of his own importance, and the hazy recollection of a trip to the “Father- land.” Extra added attraction: a wandering brain, covered with an “exquisite suit of hair” guaranteed to give a three-homed rhino- ceros the shakes in 1 minutes, actual count. Displays a remarkable fondness for children and artists. J. H. J. Jr. One of the heavenly twins. Slogan, “when studying interferes with basketball, give up study.” Looks intellectual in a dress suit, which only goes to show that appearances are deceitful. “Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil.” J. M. S. Undaunted, vacant, and serene — A Watterson in ail but brains; From head to heel a beauty scene. From heel to toe like country lanes. The other twin. Sleeps three hours a day and gets up early so he can loaf longer. Means well, but you know the place, etc. The life of the class and a perfect Billiken, always smiling. His mot- toes, “Ketch-up,” “Teddy forever,” and “Laziness, have I ever of- fended thee?” W. E. M. By good St. Bridget timely sent, A bloom of summer, shade of Lent, To edify, amuse and grace, And then to fill a vacant space. H. J. Q. Thespian. Played in the “Dean of Pimlico,” and mirabile dictu, still lives to tell the tale. “He may get over it, but he’ll never look the same.” A. J. H. Our Reuben. Permeates the atmosphere with the scent of new-mown hay. Studies for the want of something better to do. “Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife, he kept the silent tenor of his way.” A. H., ’14. 136 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL FRESHMAN. This year Freshman consisted of a most congenial set. From our tallest Mr. Hemelt to tiny Mr. Sauer, we were a jolly crowd. The former gentleman, one of whose duties was to give “tone” to the class, has brought us honor through his part in the Senior Debate. An. essay winner, too, — he does not dodge difficulties! He was re- cently awarded a handsome prize by the Y. M. N. C. U. for an essay on “Catholics in the Revolution.” Mr. Sauer, who is a draughtsman of some repute, took a prominent part at the reading of marks in October, when Freshman was given the honor of pre- senting the first paper. Mr. Graham, who may be frequently observed in confidential tete-a-tetes with Mr. Owings, is of a rather retiring disposition. In “The Dean of Pimlico,” however, his histrionic capacity brought him into the limelight. Mr. Owings has been dubbed the the “Rosy Fingered Dawn,” from the fact that even on the most gloomy mornings, when this young gentleman arrived, the room glowed resplendent with the vivid brightness of his vari-colored hosiery and ties. Something of a Latin conversationalist, — but the other day he was much chagrined to find that a certain Miss, about whose beauty he had remarked in Fresh- man Latinity, could understand every word he said. One of our out-of-town acquaintances is Mr. Quinn, who seems very “deep.” A connoisseur of interesting and useful bits of information. Fre- quently Mr. Quinn gives very apt turns to Horace owing to his knowledge of rural conditions. Anyone would recognize Mr. Brooks by his melancholy gaze. He stares into space, ruminates and speaks only when aroused to re- cite, all of which is ascribed to the fact that he is in love with little Mary on the Vitagraph film. The happy countenance of Mr. Dietz confronts us at every turn. Couldn ' t look serious, except, perhaps, when studying Chemistry. This hobby horse he rides with a ven- geance, singing all the while the “Wacht am Rhein.” Our only title to poetical fame comes with Mr. Reith. Loses no time when talking, which probably accounts for his rapid flow of thoughts and fanciful imaginations. Our worthy class beadle is Mr. Buchness. Solves our difficulties. We all love him for he has the happy faculty of forget- ting to remind the Professor of memory lessons. Mr. Ruppert proves a never failing source of information when the class has been appealed to without avail. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 137 J. Bart Muth, owing to illness, was forced to retire from school shortly after its beginning. We are glad to see him occasionally in our midst apparently fully restored to health and as good-natured as ever. Richard M. Williams attends English class and is popular wherever he goes. Another of our old class-mates is Mr. Aug. T. Mullan, who, by leaving the class, also left in the lurch the imperti- nent member, who can now give only furtive glances at those be- hind him, who are just out of reach of conversation. We tremble when we think of Mr. John Pollock’s wordy battles with the Pro- fessor, and greatly miss his argumentative proclivities. A heavy grief fell on us all when on November 22, 1911, the news of the death of Mrs. Mary McCabe, our beloved Professor’s mother, reached us. She had the deep sympathy of all in the school and our earnest prayers for her eternal rest. J. L., ’15. FOURTH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL NOTES. At last we have obtained a part of our greatest desire, we are graduates — yes, graduates of the High School and we are proud of it, too. Why? Oh for severial” reasons, and we re not a bit bashful about naming them either. Well, here goes: First, the great pre- dominating feature is class and college spirit; what one member of Fourth Year does “everybody doeth likewise;” where one is, there you’ll find the whole class and when one “suffers and dies” you may be sure that every High School Senior is willing “to shed his blood for the cause.” Secondly, because it is the only class in the College that boasts a Secret Society, namely, “The Grand United L. O. M. B.” It’s true, we have our handshake and our wink and — well if I con- tinue naming things I may disclose the seer — et, so mum’s the word. And lastly, but not “leastly,” we boast the fact that our class holds within its short limit of twenty-two members more prominent and aristocratic persons than were ever gathered in one place, not ex- cluding the Titanic. Now, just listen while I call them off to you, and in an out-of-the-way style you’ll become acquainted with the High School Graduates. Well, there is: J. A. S. The best forward in the East. He couldn’t miss the basket if he wanted to and he never wanted to, so draw your con- clusion (That’s logic). G. L. “Come on, George, let’s get used to this man’s style; read some of this Addison for us. Honey.” 138 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 139 J. K. (Surnamed Dingbat) Got Victor Herbert beat a mile on leading an orchestra on the tranquil bosom of a summer’s sea.” V. V. A rival of “Dingies” on slipping his fingers over the ivory. Who is the better? Don’t leave it to me, let them play it out. J. Q. A seven-page composition weekly. Nuf-Sed. M. M. Every week he goes to the Academy, Auditorium, Mary- land and Ford’s, and still he says, “Gee! I’d like to go somewhere tonight.” M. K. “What book are you reading. Mat?” “Why, Father, I’m reading ‘Dugan’s Pal goes Dippy.’” J. V. He’s a nice fellow and he means well, so what’s the use of going into particulars. E. B. Rear Admiral Retired Boy Scouts of Mt. W. G. H. and G. L. G., Jr. (Twins from Catonsville). They take care of the news from Irvington and have it ready the next morning by nine. J. K. The fellow with the patent laugh. He don’t bite, so calm thy turbulent fears. R. O. L. An author of some repute. Has written two sketches, five moving picture plays, one drama, and at present is aspiring toward Grand Opera. R. S. Honorary president of L. O. M. B. and he’s always on hand with his dues, too. C. B. “Were you gunning yesterday. Ferry?” E. C. For description, see “The Sun” of every morning that Loyola played basketball, and if that’s not sufficient call around and see me and I’ll introduce you to him. W. J. K. We know what someone said about his basketball play- ing, but who can criticise his pitching? Another individual who pays his L. O. M. B. dues regularly. E. S. The pride of Waverly, and our dear devoted Beetle. Thanks for your services, Eugene. J. N. C. Curtain is moving, Kiel. A. B. It is better than vaudeville to see Tony read before the class. J. F. X. M. Too many chickens, consequently not enough composi- tions and Latin themes. L. A. C. It’s not right to “eulogize” one’s self, is it? Why, of course, not. L. A. C., ’12. WISE AND OTHERWISE. Man wants but little here below. N Nor wants that little long — When lessons are being given out. There’s no place like home. — Song of General Jug’s recruits. Don’t do today what you can put off till tomorrow. The fellow who was chosen to lead Loyola often combines this phrase with “Jim- miny Criminy.” There’s no such word as cawn’t. So say we all of us. Better late than never. But it is better never to be late. Ask “Dutch.” Into each life some rain must fall. So cheer up. There’s no need of skipping town. His voice was thin as voices from the grave, — when he said, “I don’t know, Mister.” Sweep on thou fat and greasy citizen — of Towson. Watch him coming down the home-stretch. His listless length in school hours would he stretch.. But Jawn gets there just the same. Don’t cross a river before you come to it. And even then our Sergeant-at-Arms walks around it. All is not gold that glitters. Star dropped a nail one day, and someone thought sure he had a nickle. Waste not,, want not. The way most of us look at time spent on study. 140 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 141 Deep asleep he seemed, yet all awake. He’s so much on the job that when he had one half-hour off from school he had his hair cut. If at first you don’t succeed, throw it up as a bad job. And if you dispute the wisdom of this motto our Beedle will back it up with some of his convincing ? arguments. Are you lost? A pertinent question, indeed. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. It’s just by chance that “Mack” is mentioned here. Never do yourself what you can trouble another for. A great many of us hold this belief. In struggle for power, or scramble for help, Let this be your motto: “Rely on yourself” — Therein lies his suc- cess as a baseball manager and left-end. And since ’tis hard to combat, learn to fly. So our delicate class- mate thinks. No fountain is so small but that heaven may be imaged in its bosom. Yet I don’t see much that remembles a “white hope” in our new class-mate. Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues. And no one will say that our President is conceited. L. H. O. H., H. S., ’13. CLASS NOTES SECOND YEAR, “A.” A word lest the fame of Second Year “A” be lost to posterity. The beginning of the year found us the greatest class at Loyola (in numbers) but various occasions during the year proved that we were the greatest also in spirit. Every event, within our scope, has felt the help of Second Year “A.” Take for instance the High School play: Only two of the class were represented in the cast, but since our Teacher was also Moderator of Dramatics, we thought it our duty, to him, to put hand and heart to the work, and the financial statement of the play tells how Second Year “A” brings to a full realization all its anticipations. We won the holiday for selling the most tickets, and one of our Members won the gold-piece for selling forty dollars worth of tickets. We were first in the field this year, with our class pins and a glance at the pin will convince you that they bespeak excellent taste and good workmanship. Let every Second Year man hold on to his pin, and let him follow our teacher’s example and wear it every day and be proud of it. Did you see our May Shrine? On April thirtieth when school was dismissed our classroom looked deserted and there in front, our teacher’s desk looked as austere and forbidding as usual, but when we entered our classroom on May 1st it seemed as though fairies had been at work during the night, for there where the professorial chair had stood, arose in all its beauty, a gorgeous May Shrine. 142 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 143 When we asked how it happened, our teacher was silent, but we suspect that willing hands were the fairy wands in this case. It would take too long to mention our class individually, but let me sum them up as follows: Some are brilliant, some are hard students, some are clever (in lines not classical), some are good looking, some are pious (altar boys), but all — all are kind and good with characters which ring true. Louis Charles Roche, H. S. 14. CLASS NOTES SECOND B. Our class, under the name of “Special,’ began the first term last September with brains clear and an appetite for work and study that compensated for our lack of numbers, for we kept in the steps of our predecessors by starting with only fifteen students. Only fifteen, but it is known to the world that they possessed remarkable knowledge and — hence our name, a class of “special” intelligence. And we claim that it was due to no failure on our part to uphold this title that we are now called Second B. Our reputation is made; we can discard the title. But our small numbers have proven a boon to us throughout the year. Of course our lessons benefited by it, but besides, we have grown to be like a small family moving along always in perfect harmony. There is seldom a quarrel in our family, or if one threat- ens, it is quickly driven away by the frowns of the whole class and especially of our president We were soon initiated into the mysteries of Latin and Greek, mysteries which seemed at times almost insoluble. Slowly and firmly the principles were stamped into our brains till now we con- sider ourselves quite advanced. We mean the words “stamped into our brains” metaphorically, our teacher’s policy was always kindness. (Thank Heaven). Our advance in English is marked, we hope. We feel that nearly every sentence we write now will have a subject and a predicate. 144 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL though at first these did not seem to us at all necessary, even for the elegance of a sentence, much less its very existence. We must mention Roman History, too. In itself interesting, it be- came more so by the formation of a debating society in the class with the object not only of becoming better acquainted with Roman History, but of gaining experience as a speaker and expressing our thoughts eloquently. We were much interested and always glad when the day of the debate arrived. We had a host of able speak- ers and many a time did our class-room vibrate with the sound of youthful eloquence. Indeed, once we were compelled to close the windows in order not to disturb the neighboring classes. But that was a very hotly contested debate. We can imagine our Thomases and Josephs as orators of great renown and wo rid- wide reputation! Special has contributed its share to dramatics and athletics. In the High School play and on the ball field our representatives have been gathering laurels for themselves and an enviable prominence for the class. We may well say they have excelled in their work. In closing we all unite in thanking our teachers for the interest and patience they have had with us and we resolve to show our appreciation of that work in our behalf by our zeal and studious work next year, thereby letting them see the effects of their teaching and training. R. P., H. S., � 14. THE HIGH SCHOOL BASEBALL TEAM. A ’ ) EXCEPTIONS OF FOURTH DECLENSION. In PORTICU DOMUS ANUS sedebat, Et ACUM in MANU sua tenebat, In umbra QUERCUS IDIBUS Martiis. 10 145 146 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL In pondering over the events of the year, we look back with interest to the 11th day of September, 1911, when for many of us the sorrows and joys of the school year began; and at the close of the year, when each class seems to vie with each other, when the season for class notes begins, I think that First High “A” can carry off the palm for the honors of this year. Thirty of the finest specimen of the juvenile type is this class. They comprise the tall, short, fat, lean, fair, dark, serious and jovial boys, some with straight, others with curly locks, and as for nation- ality there is a mixture of that also. The first event worthy of recording was the election of officers of the First Term: President, Norman J. Doerner; Vice-President, D. Albert Donegan; Secretary, Albert J. Sehlstedt. The officers of the Second Term were: President, Herbert J. McCann; Vice-President, P. John Roche; Secretary, D. Albert Donegan. The Cashier of our class bank for both terms was our teacher. After the election we came to the conclusion that a class pennant would enhance the beauty of our room. After some debating and serious consideration, we decided to have the upper section of maroon, embossed with the gold monogram, L. H. S., and the lower section in gold, with the letters 1st A, 1911, in maroon. After we had mastered Latin enough to lisp a few of its sounds, we were so fascinated with it that our greeting to Fr. Rector and Fr. Prefect on visiting our room was, “Salvete Reverende Pater Rector et Reverende Pater Praefecte Studiorum.” Every morning at the opening of school the “Pater Noster” and “Gloria” were recited, and in the afternoon the “Ave” and “Gloria.” During the month of St. Joseph we added an ejaculation in Latin, asking him for assistance in our studies. At the reading of marks for February our noble class took the school by storm, when the college faculty learned of the existence of two “would be” elocutionists, Alfred A. Wilson and J. Henry Bennett, and a second Beethoven, in the person of Herbert J. McCann, who played the entrance march as the faculty filed into the College Audi- torium. After the class marks had been read Raymond B. Furlong, representing the class, read a Latin speech on “Georgius Washing- ton.” The composition was the joint work of the class and was an excellent specimen of fluency and facility in handling the simpler Latin idioms. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 147 A red-letter day in our history was the specimen with 1st High “B,” in which, though no decision was given, yet we were confident that we were the victors. Another important event of the year was the class bask etball team. Out of the entire season’s games they met with but one defeat. One of their most wonderful achievements was the victory over the strong Broadway Athletic Club. Though serious at all times, a vein of humor v as discovered by one of our leaders, who once told the following: An old man was sitting in a Morris chair reading the Dailey paper, and feeling Fairley well, took his Kane and walked a Furlong away, but was struck in the face and went Keelan home. Or again when another said: The fame of First High “A” reaches as far as Sykesville, while beautiful St. Denis has its representative. But the editor is clamoring for this record of First High “A.” So let us close and wait till next year when we will be together once more and write our class notes for Second Year High. J. D. L., H. S., ’15. CLASS NOTES OF FIRST HIGH “B” J. B. The ne’er do well. H. B. Cutest of them all. S. B. We believe it is time for him to stop wearing Buster Brown collars. G. B. Innocent of everything. I. C. The midget of our class. C. C. Drives the horse, feeds the wagon. L. C. The genuine artist. J. J. Forgetter of themes, compositions, books, etc. J. C. Ex-Jeff of the class. E. J. The angel of our class. N. H. Always sick. 148 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL H. L. He likes to read books, but when someone interrupts him he gets hot and his hair turns red. F. M. This boy overstudies at home, but when he comes to school he knows nothing. J. K. He needs a haircut (poor fellow). J. P. I ain’t got no time. L. R. The angels’ assistant. J. R. Ex-Mutt of the class. T. S. The polish pole. J. S. The uncaged nightingale. E. S. Poor fellow can’t see. He sits between four poles. P. S. The favorite of the favoured poles. F. W. Man behind the opera glasses. B. S. — Please excuse the editor for using these ’nitials. CLASS NOTES OF PREPARATORY CLASS. The Norman was Dunn digging Cole and Zink in Holland, when he slipped on the steps and Nash-ed his teeth. Then he went to the Goldsmith. On his way home he was stung by Bees. Later Tormey was Pinning a Gray crape on the door, when they Barry-ed Lewis and we heard no Moore about him. W. D. W. A bashful sort of fellow who prefers to play trains to giving his attention to our English teacher. N. J. B. Perpetual dreamer. C. J. B. Could swallow the whole class at one meal. J. K. D. Some speller. C. A. K. Our basketball shark. J. J. N. Once a captain. O. B. N. Quite a map drawer, only our professor doesn’t think so.. P. O’B. The only one in the class that could give Gotch a rub. S. B. R. Would be lonely without his books and hair. S. A. T. and J. K. Should eat onions to make their voices stronger F. C. C. Of the Jim Jeffries type. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL IA9 T. B. H. Six feet, two. ' A S. D. Small, smart, smiling. P. A. B. Promises to be a football star some day. H. J. W. Seems as if he’ll be a Cicero some day. F. P. M. Our Ty Cobb. J. A. D. Would be tiresome in class if he wouldn’t put his head on the desk. THE ALUMNI ASSOCIATION. In preparing the Alumni Notes it is fitting that we first of all in- troduce the reorganized Alumni Association. Only those who have taken an active part in the work of the association can appreciate the task which confronted our Reverend Moderator, Father Ziegler, and those whom he gathered around him for assistance in his work. De- spite the efforts of some of our older Alumni, the association had for the last few years languished, and many of its members had lost in- terest in their society. In the early part of the scholastic year. Father Ziegler summoned those who were then the officers of the as- sociation, and called upon them to help him awaken the association from its lethargy. They responded nobly, especially he who now holds the office of President of the Alumni. To classify the former students, to obtain their present addresses and to awaken their in- terest were the problems which presented themselves. Father Ziegler formed the Society of the “Busy Bees,” a little circle of v orkers v ho gave a part of their time to the Association. The first results of their work showed in the smoker held in the gymnasium in the early part of November. There we gathered together about one hundred and fifty graduates and former students who did their best to obscure the ceiling with clouds of tobacco smoke. There were things to eat, too, and music and best of all a feeling of good fellowship. Father Ziegler is my authority for saying that there was smoke in the “gym” for a week after. It was a good start and greatly encouraged our Moderator and his Busy Bees. But the work of reorganization did not end there, far from it. It only showed w’hat might be done in the future. The annual banquet and election of officers was just appearing on the horizon and much was to be done in preparation for that occasion. 150 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 151 Adopting the method which had proven successful elsewhere, Father Ziegler summoned a representative of each class for a nomi- nation convention. There were no preferential primaries but the work of the convention was not cut and dried. The various classes were represented all the way from the class of ’58 to the class of ’ll. We had quite a spirited contest, and after some heated discus- sion on the relative merits of those proposed, we prepared a list of candidates to be submitted to the members of the association. We then prepared a ballot which compared favorably with any of those submitted by the State Supervisors of Elections. We, who are writ- ing, cherished secret ambitions that we might appear on the ballot, but alas, we were doomed to disappointment. We do not know by whom our little boom was punctured, but we have our suspicions. Anyhow we appeared in due course at the election and exercised our right of suffrage with dignity and discretion. So did all of the members who voted, as witness the following list of officers for 1912. REV. JOSEPH I. ZIEGLER, S. J., Moderator. MATTHEW S. BRENAN, President. GEORGE M. BRADY, First Vice-President. MARK O. SHRIVER, Second Vice-President. PHILIP I. HEUISLER, Treasurer. ISAAC S. GEORGE, Secretary, elected by Executive Committee. Directors — 3 years— (1912-14), Charles J. Bouchet, J. Austin Fink, Joseph C. Judge; 2 years (1912-13), R. Sanchez Boone, Frederick H. Hack, Dr. Charles O’Donovan; 1 year (1912), Rev. William A. Toolen, Dr. J. Albert Chatard, Dr. Bernard J. Wess. The banquet which we will attempt to describe later was the next attraction. That was carried through beautifully. The next occasion for re-union offered the association was Alumni Night at the College Play. Again our efforts were crowned with success. At the time of writing we are preparing for a general Communion Day for the members, and a Memorial Mass for our deceased Alumni. Before this is submitted to our readers these occasions will have been re- corded in the Annals of the Association. Too much cannot be said in praise of the efforts of Father Ziegler to re-establish the Alumni Association, and of the assistance rendered 152 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL him by our new President, Mr. Brenan, our Treasurer, Mr. Heuisler, and the “Busy Bees.” We also extend our sincere thanks an d ap- preciation to those who during the past few years have kept in the association the spark of life which has now been fanned into a bright and shining flame. To all of our graduates and former stu- dents we extend an invitation to join in our efforts to boom the Alumni Association, renew its former activities and make it an as- sociation which will not only redound to the credit of its individual members, but add to the ever increasing prestige of Loyola. THE ALUMNI BANQUET. Scene — The Emerson. Time — February 14th, 1912. All who were present were glad they were there, and those who were among the absent and who afterwards heard about it wished that they, too, had been present. For it was a grand and glorious festivity, showing what the sons of Loyola can do for the glory of their Alma Mater and the edification of the citizens of Baltimore who are so unfortunate as not to be able to call Loyola Alma Mater. Our Executive Committee, with its usual foresight, selected the newest of our large hotels as the proper place wherein to gather. Their expectations were fulfilled to the letter. We were met by the doorman and directed to the room in which we assembled. There we were greeted by old friends, men whom some of us had not seen for several years, and memories of student days, destined to be supplemented and amplified later in the evening were awakened. We were among the first to arrive and meet other “youngsters” like ourselves. The older youngsters (and I use the apparently contradictory term advisedly, for all were youngsters that night) came later. Unfortunately I cannot say that “we” were all there, for there were some who, not realizing the good time that was in store, stayed away. But suffice to say that a goodly number were present, and it was particularly edifying to us “young youngsters” to see so many of the older members of the association there. The MATTHEW S. BRENAN, President of Loyola Alumni, THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 153 election of officers, which was the first part of our program, was no machine election, and the officers chosen were the choice of the members. After the election came the feast, at least we thought that was next in order, but we had to wait and look pretty while we had our pictures taken, and that picture was a gem. Of course we all waited for the flash and that waiting caused our downfall. The photographer did not tell us when he was going to explode his particular little powder magazine, and when it did go off we all blinked. The result was that when the plate was developed and printed it showed our distinguished officers and guests and a goodly number of our members sitting very erect and with eyes tightly closed. The picture taken, we started on the next lap of our course, the feast. Of course there are those who will say that Baltimore is not the finest place on earth for feasts, but had they been with us we would have converted them to our way of thinking. The hotel management did themselves proud, and the way the delicacies disappeared clearly showed that all appreciated them. Wh en the inner man was satisfied and the cigar and cigarette smoke began to arise we had an intellectual feast. Having heard Dr. O’Donovan speak on several occasions we were somewhat prepared for an able handling of his position as toast- master, but the greeting he extended us and his introduction of the speakers reminded us of some of the toastmasters we read about. Dr. O’Donnell, who has often appeared on the list of speakers, but who had up to that time never spoken, pleaded eloquently for the tuberculosis patient Mr. O’Dunne spoke in favor of a probationary system of handling the first offenders in our courts and Mr. Brady held us spellbound for a short time on the Recall of Judges. Father Ziegler, our moderator, spoke for the new Alumni Asso- ciation and our genial Rector, Father Ennis, in his own inim- itable manner, held our attention during his brief remarks. To Mr. Wills we extend our thanks for the compliment he paid Alma Mater when he spoke so well of those Loyola men with whom he has come in contact in his newspaper work. Summing up, we can say that we enjoyed the election, we enjoyed still more the feast of eatables and we enjoyed most of all the speakers. Of the pleasure the reunion afforded, of the delight that the recol- lection of student days gave and of the joy the meeting with old friends occasioned, I can say nothing, for no words can describe it We had a fine time, a glorious time, in fact to use the expression of a certain third term aspirant, it was bully. 154 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 3ffa%r StrIjarJi A FATHER RICHARD ALBERT O’BRIEN is the son of the late Hon. William J. O’Brien, Judge of the Orphans’ Court, and twice Representative at Washington of the State of Maryland. His brothers, William J. O’Brien, a prominent lav yer of the city, and Charles J. O’Brien, treasurer of the Chesapeake Steamship Company, are well known in civic circles. Father O’Brien was born in Baltimore, Au- gust 15th, 1880, and received his early education at the Penn Lucy School, conducted by the daughters of the late Richard Malcolm Johnston, and later on at Calvert Hall, under the guidance of the Christian Brothers. In 1892, he began his studies at Loyola College, and before completing his college course, in 1897, entered the Society of Jesus. After the usual two years of noviceship and a thorough re- view of the classics. Father O’Brien began his philosophy at Wood- stock College, in August, 1901, at the termination of which he was sent to Georgetown University for two years as professor of Latin and Greek. In 1906, he taught the same branches at Gonzaga Col- lege, Washington, D. C., and in 1908 was transferred for his final year of teaching to the College of St. Francis Xavier, West Sixteenth street. New York. In August, 1909, he returned to Woodstock Col- lege for theology, and will be ordained priest in June. J0sfpl| B, it UBrli, B. Jl. FATHER JOSEPH STEPHEN DIDUSCH was born in Haiti- more, November 25th, 1879, in St. James’ Parish, and is the son of Mr. Joseph M. Didusch, 910 East Biddle street, well known through- out Baltimore and the South for his work as a sculptor. Father Didusch received his primary education from the Brothers of Mary, attached to St. James’ Church, Eager and Aisquith streets, and after completing with success the full course prescribed at the Brothers School, in June, 1893, entered Loyola College the following September. Father Didusch distinguished himself and showed the excellence of the Brothers’ training by completing the entire curriculum of seven REV. HERMAN I. STORCK, S. J. REV. JOSEPH S. DIDUSCH, •V THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 155 years in five, and received his A. B. degree in June, 1898. The fol- lowing 14th of August he entered the Society of Jesus, at Frederick, Md., and after his noviceship of two years, and one year’s review of classical studies, he was sent to Woodstock, Md., to begin his philo- sophic and scientific course. At the end of three years, in August, 1904, he was assigned as professor of Physics, Chemistry, Biology, and Mathematics to Loyola School, New York City, where he taught until 1907, and in August of that year, he went to St. Joseph Col- lege, Philadelphia, as professor of sciences. In August, 1909, he re- turned to Woodstock College to prepare himself for the sacred priest- hood, and will be ordained by His Eminence Cardinal Gibbons, in the latter part of June. S. torrk, B. 3. FATHER HERMAN IGNATIUS STORCK comes of a weU- known Catholic family of Baltimore that has given three sons to the Society of Jesus. E. George Storck, S. J., entered the Society of Jesus in 1893, and died upon the Octave of his First Vows, August 22nd, 1895. William A. Storck, S. J., is now Professor of Latin and Greek at St. Joseph’s College, Philadelphia, Pa. C. Edward Storck, another brother, is associated with his father in the lumber business. Father Herman I. Storck was born in Baltimore, November 26th, 1877, and his family has resided within the precincts of St. Ignatius’ Parish for many years. His father, Mr. George J. Storck, senior member of the firm, George J. Storck Son lumber merchants and manufac- turers, has been a loyal patron of Loyola for many years, and has held a pew in St. Ignatius’ Church for more than forty years; while his grandfather, Adolph Storck, had the honor of being the godfather of the first chimes placed in the Redemptorist Church of St. Alphon- sus, Saratoga street and Park avenue. Father Storck’s mother was the daughter of John Barth, the well-known sculptor of two decades ago. Father Storck received his primary education from the Chris- tion Brothers, at Calvert Hall, during the years 1885-1892, and in the fall of the last-named year entered Loyola College, graduating with 156 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL the degree of A. B. in 1897. In March of the following year he entered the Society of Jesus, at Frederick, Md., and after completing the noviceship of two years and a year devoted to review of the classics. Father Storck was sent to Woodstock College for a course in philoso- phy and sciences. In 1904, he was assigned to Fordham University, New York, as Professor of Chemistry in the College and Medical School, and in 1909, returned to Woodstock for theology. With the other Loyola “Old Boys,” Fathers Didusch and O’Brien, he will be ordained by His Eminence Cardinal Gibbons, in the latter part of June. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 157 � 01 Every time we see Isaac George wielding the gavel at the meeting of the Baltimore Council K. of C. we wonder how a newly married man can stay out so late at night. You know “Ike” was married last summer. His bride was Miss Josephine Gahan; the time, last August; the place, the Church of Sts. Philip and James. We surely were surprised when we heard about it, but then “Everybody’s doing it now.” ’01 After telling his sister, with whom he lived, that someone wished to see her in the rear of the house and assuring himself that the coast was clear. Dr. Anton G. Rytina slipped out the front door with his suit case on the morning of February 18th and went to Washington, where he was married to Miss Cath- erine Gier, 6 Irving Place. The ceremony was performed by Rev. Joseph A. Myer, a friend of the groom, at the Holy Com- forter Catholic Church. Dr. Rytina is a visiting surgeon on the staff of the Mercy Hospital. He received his A. B. degree in 1901. ’04 Another new transfer company was started during the past year when Richard J. Henritze, with two other prominent busi ness men of this city, incorporated the American Transfer Co. From the number of auto-trucks and wagons bearing that name now on the streets we think that Dick’s Company is prospering. As the saying goes “There is always room for one more,” and the saying holds true in the transfer business. We wish the new company all kinds of success. ’05 Among the first official acts of Mayor Preston were the ap- pointments of Dr. Charles B. Wheltle and Dr. Bernard J. Wess as Health Wardens of the Twenty-fourth and Tenth Wards. Dr. Wheltle is a graduate of Loyola and a member of the class of 1905. He is likewise a graduate of the Baltimore Medical College, having received the degree of Doctor of Medicine in 1910. Dr. Wess, who was appointed health warden in the Tenth ward to take the place of Dr. E. H. Hayard, received his A. B. degree in 1901 and is also a Baltimore Medical College graduate 158 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL of the class of 1905. “Bernie” was for a time connected with the Phipps Tuberculosis Dispensary of the Johns Hopkins Hos- pital. ’06 The class of 1906 claims another member of the medical pro- fession as one of its members in Dr. Joseph J. Kocyan. “Kosh” graduated from the College of Physicians and Surgeons in 1911 and we understand is practicing medicine in Southeast Balti- more. Good luck, Doc. 06 John H. Norman, whom we all as College students thought would be the last of his class to embark upon the sea of mat- rimony, was married to Miss Julia Tisdale during the past year and is now engaged in business in New York City. John is of- fering to the other members of his class the Scriptural advice of “Go thou and do likewise.” ’06 The popular and zealous assistant at St. Patrick’s Catholic Church is Rev. Bernard J. McNamara, D. D. Father “Mac,” who pursued a brilliant course in Theology in the American College in Rome, is doing great work at St. Patrick’s, and is endearing himself to all his parishioners. ’06 Ur. James A. O’Donnell is an interne at St. Joseph’s Hospital. “Jim” graduated from Johns Hopkins Medical School in 1911 and is a rising young member of the medical fraternity. Dr. O’Donnell is a faithful attendant of the Alumni Banquets. ’07 Un January 9th in the Baltimore Cathedral, a pretty ro- mance dating back to student days culminated in the marriage of Clarke J. Fitzpatrick and Miss Linda K. Callahan. “Fitz” and his bride went off to Bermuda immediately after the cere- mony, and by so doing escaped the zero weather which the rest of us enjoyed in the latter part of January. They ran into a big storm at sea instead, and in spite of Clarke’s protestations to the contrary, we understand that during the storm he had great difficulty in maintaining his equanimity of soul and prov- ing to himself that he still desired to remain on this planet. Fitz has taken to housekeeping seriously and will prove it to any of his class who call on him at his apartments at the Bee- thoven. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 159 07 During the past year the class of 1907 suffered the loss of two of its most gifted and popular members. Anthony J. Galinaitis died on February 26, 1912, after a lingering illness. Mr. Galinai- tis had just been admitted to the Baltimore bar, after having graduated from the Law Department of the University of Maryland. His future was a bright one, and he had every reason to hope for success in the legal profession, and especially among his own people, here in Baltimore. He was married upon his deathbed to Miss Edna Beigel by Rev. Father Cotter, S, J., who attended him during his last illness. He was buried from the Lithuanian Catholic Church of St John the Baptist and his funeral was attended by a delegation from his class, as well as a representation of the Alumni Association. John W. Regan, who was a member of the faculty of Epiph- any Apostolic College, Walbrook, Md., died on April 15, 1912. Mr. Regan in his College days was a great baseball player and will be remembered by students of a few years ago as a genial, quiet, happy fellow. He was a devoted alumnus of Loyola and always attended the Alumni banquets. ’08 Should you happen to see L. Frank O’Brien riding around town in a high-powered automobile, do not be alarmed. He does not own it. He is now in the Advertising Department of the Baltimore News, and is specializing on automobiles. Of course we know he does not enjoy such rides, but he says he has to take them in order to hold the good will of the dealers. ’09 The brightness of the Great White Way will soon pale into insignificance. A new star will shortly shed its shining rays over the City of New York.. Edward K, Hanlon, of the class of 1909, will shortly graduate from Harvard Law School and take up the practice of his chosen profession in that great city. We met Eddie this winter during his vacation and our prophecy is based upon our observation of his actions on that occasion. ’09 James Stanislaus Clarke Murphy has taken his first step in the journey to the goal of his ambition, that is, to prove that he is capable of carrying with dignity his name. He has com- pleted the course in Law at the University of Maryland, af- 160 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL fixed the initials LL.B. to his name and is now associated with the law firm of Sauer wein, Brown and Cook. To James S. C. we extend our felicitations and our hope that he will shortly out- grow his present office and occupy a suite of offices, all of his own. ' 10 It is truly marvelous the number of graduates of recent years who are preparing for admittance to the Baltimore Bar. Edwin B. Kelly, 1910, is now numbered among the students at the University of Maryland Law School. If he practices law as well as he teaches the youngsters in Second Prep, we predict a bright future for Ed. ’10 Edward K. Lee has successfully completed a special course in Biology at the Johns Hopkins University, and is now at the Hopkins Medical School. Pretty soon we will hear about Ed driving over the roads near Perryville administering to the physical wants of the natives of that section of the country ’ll The class of ’ll is doing its best to increase the number of lawyers now practicing in this city. Harry Noeth, erstwhile manager of the basketball teams, is delving into Blackstone under the direction of the Professors at the University of Mary- land Law School. Incidentally, he is trying to take a short cut to the knowledge of the law of real property by his daily labors in the Record Office, while working for the Title Guar- antee and Trust Co. ’ll If John Harvard could return to this world and see how hard Charles Lerch is laboring in the Harvard Law School he would feel that his University fulfilled the end for which it was founded. Charles promises to come back to Balti more full of legal learning and to astonish us all with his interpretations of the law. ’ll James A. Clark is another of the class of 1911 who aspires to the Supreme Bench. They say that he is working very hard and that some of the judges are already beginning to feel un- easy. Here’s hoping, Jim. THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 161 ’ll If you happen along Calvert Street about midnight some time and see a bright light in an upper window in the 800 block, you will know that Francis X. Kearney is bending over the very latest edition of Materia Medica. Frank is studying medicine at the College of Physicians and Surgeons. We heard that he had an awful experience last October when the naughty Sopho- mores turned the hose on the poor innocent Freshmen. Never mind, Frank, you’ll be a Sophomore by and by and then per- haps you can hold the hose. � 1 1 If the College mail is not delivered with the utmost care and dispatch we are going right down to the Post Office and register a complaint. Why have we grown so bold? Why we now have a friend in Court. Realizing the ability of Loyola graduates. Uncle Sam insisted upon Charles A. Neuner accepting a berth in the Baltimore Post Office. Confidentially, we will tell you that Charles is destined to be Postmaster-General in this city some day.