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

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2 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Am rira mh Hfnternattanal HAT this generation shall see International Peace an ac- complished fact, we firmly trust. The unmeaning waste of war is an offense to modern intelligence. Its mortality is weighed in the balance and is found wanting. Between civilized nations war has never settled the real question supposed to be at issue. No question is ever settled until it is settled, not by might, but by right. Brute force is not the measure of right. The issues of right and wrong are moral issues — they are not settled rightly by armies and navies. That men are parts and parcels forming the same body is today the view of all enlightened men of the world. Com- merce and political economy have proven in a thousand ways that the higher prosperity of humanity depends upon the higher prosperity of every individual and nation. The reforming work then, for the establishment of that serene and radiant future of peace, must begin with the indi- vidual. For the aspiring soul of a nation can rise no higher than its source, and its source is in the wayward hearts of the people. We want justice, not success, Thou shalt not kill, echoing and re-echoing, from Mt. Sinai down through the ages of sun- shine and gloom that have preceded us, stands out and will ever stand out to admonish, aye to haunt, him that steeps his hand in the blood of another. But the individual has realized and believes that honor no longer requires him to fight duels, determining not whose cause was right, but whose aim was straightest. So as this has been abolished, .as he firmly believes in tribunals rather

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Hogdla Ololl gf Anwaal 2Ilfp Sirg? of tlfp fa Moaning and sobbing thy heart away In runic rhythm a lonely lay, Dismal sea, dost thou never sleep. But croon forlorn and sorrow and weep? Dost thy heart repent thee thy fatal sport With the sailor laddies who ne’er reached port? Then mourn forlorn And sough on the shore. Sob in the deep, Curb thy turbulent waves Roaring wild o’er the graves Of the dead. Repentant and sad For the sailor lad, Sough, sob, weep. Ralph J. Sybert, ’i6.

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 3 than in personal combat, therefore the nations, like the indi- vidual, should rest the discussions of their difficulties upK n courts of justice, abolish their mighty duelling, discard their arms, and wisely stop their murdering and their wild race to bankruptcy. Bankruptcy, aye this we may well speak of. At a ratio simply appalling the resources of this nation, as well as every other, are being absorbed by the expenditures on armaments and by the interest on war debts. Were we capable of appre- ciating its enormity, we would be staggered by the fact that last year’s account for armies and navies for the civilized world reached $2,250,000,000. But there are other facts of war even more serious than its incurable folly or its intolerable burden. There is its irreparable loss. War debts are a bur- den, but the loss that has no gain to match is the wanton and uncompensated waste of the manhood of the nations. War wastes the hard-earned money of the people, but its waste of blood, its waste not only of the brave men who die, but its incalculable waste of the whole generation of possible heroes who ought to have been but are not — that waste is wild and prodigal— THAT WASTE NEVER CAN BE GATHERED UP AGAIN. That great American citizen, Benjamin Franklin, is quoted as saying, “There never was a good war or a bad peace.” But notwithstanding, history tells us, that men are loud in their talk of war’s compensations. They argue that the natio n makes progress through the sur- vival of the fittest. But in war the Law of Progress and Sur- vival is reversed. The fittest do not survive; in the competi- tions of peace, the weak, the cowardly, the unfit, go to the wall, but in the fierce testing of the men on the march and on the battlefield, it is the strong, the daring, the courageous who FALL.