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

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THE LOYOLA ANNUAL 7 in the days of peace can the people reign supreme. No nobler mission for our beloved country can possibly be imagined than to lead in the sublime inauguration of the world- wide reign of peace. Is not this, indeed, the fore-ordained destiny of the re- public ? When in the fullness of time, our country’s race at length is run, and she shall take her place in the long list of nations, that from age to age have been instruments in the divine mys- tery of human progress, shall not her epitaph record that, even as Greece gave the world Art, as Rome gave it Law, as Pales- tine gave it Faith, SO OUR GREAT REPUBLIC GAVE IT PEACE! George B. Loden, ’i6.

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f) THE LOYOLA ANNUAL Anglo-Saxon life and influence have flowed steadily on side by side, never overflowing their banks, but in their onward course bound in the very nature of things to mingle their waters in the great ocean of common destiny and accomplish- ment. The common goal is quite apparent, the waters may over- flow and God forbid, wars may come to hinder and delay, but surely as the day is day, as right is right, and rivers flow to ocean, problems of universal peace will ultimately find solu- tion in the broadest and deepest unity of purpose. The only adequate SOLUTION that presents itself for assuring the observance of international obligations and the maintenance of peace is by the institution of a tribunal, to which shall be submitted all disputes among nations. This tribunal shall be vested with authority to initiate inquiry into questionable acts of international significance, and to be clothed with all the physical power necessary for enforcing its mandates. Each of the associated powers bear in their equal proportion the expense thereof, for the maintenance of the peace of the world. The spirit displayed at the Hague Conference was noble and fine, but there was a lack of real earnestness of purpose upon the part of those in authority. Once let the big men of the nations get together on this question and International Peace would follow speedily. This noble cause is one that calls with special propriety for American leadership, but our vigil will be of short length. The day of Universal Peace is dawning. It is nearer than many of us suppose. The progress of civilization makes it possible. The triumph of Christianity makes it sure. It is brought nearer by every victory of intelligence over ignor- ance — of law over force — of love over hate. It is helped forward by every sacrifice of self, by every martrydom to the cause of liberty and truth. Democracy calls to it — for only

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8 THE LOYOLA ANNUAL ©If? Srass Hattb aain Sayljaiiiii Saga J HAVE an almost “darky-like” affection for the brass band. When I make up my mind to take in a show I look first to the orchestra which is playing and then to the name of the company. I don’t know why I show this partiality — I love the shows as much as anyone — but I suppose it is a taste acquired so long ago that the date is too far off to remember. I can readily recall the first time I attended school and the first time I rode on the “cars,” but I am not aware of the time v hen the blaring notes of the brass band first charmed my ears. I liked the band in my childhood, v hy should I not now? Those pipes and peeps of the fife that sounded for all the world like a small sparrow trying to outcry a screaming loon? The thud of the bass drum and the monotonous umph! umph! of the trombone. But this was to me then the sweetest music — these little squeaks and thundering roars— this conglomera- tion of sound — the old brass band. I like to remember the little, wan postmaster bravely strugg- ling with the big drum on a Vv indy day, when every puff seemed as if it would blow him off his feet. The fat, perspiring German puffing and blowing on that most wonderful instru- ment, the bass horn, emiting sonorous music, for so we must term those sighs and groans his labor produced. I love the inspiring rat-ta-ta-tat of the kettle drums and the fifes, if possible, with its still more inspiring tune. But above all, I love the little brass band for the memories it brings, thoughts of childhood and of my younger days. How vividly do I recall the picnics in the woods, how gayly we marched to the music to the picnic grounds and how in the