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

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OIlaflB of 19 IB COLEMNLY rings out the curfew at the twilight of our Col- lege days. A note of sorrow is borne to our ears for it tells us of a past filled with sainted memories, of years throbbing with hopes and ideals and ambitions in which all preparations looked to the coming of this day. Behind us we leave pleasant years that forever shall troop by in the vista of our memories ; before us stretches that part of life for which the first v as made, untracked, uncharted, yet with the benediction of our Alma Mater vouchsafed to us we shall enter our life’s com- missions braver, ennobled, touched to higher ideals of living. Loyola is now to us but a sacred collection of memories. When the curtain shall ring down on the evening of our grad- uation the last link of the silver chain shall be welded, a chain, we may add, whose unlinking time shall never know. By it we have been bound together for eight happy years, an ex- panse of our youthful lives which we shall forever set apart in its delectable perfection, a norm by which, unconsciously, we shall measure all future happiness. Years ago we thought the sadness which flowed as a gentle strain throughout the valedictory and was ever present in the passages of the class historian, was an affectation, a kind of formality that became Senior only as its stateliness or its dig- nity. But when one feels the cord that binds you to Loyola slipping through your fingers, when the days are numbered and you stand on the parapet of your graduation looking out into the sea of your future, the mists of golden memories from the past and the weary perspective of the unexplored future opening out before you, bring tears to the eyes, that come from nowhere but a heart of sorrow. How appalled we are now at the pompous estimate we once made of Senior! Demigods we placed them on the pedestal of dignity. Their importance seemed to breathe even from ' their pictures adorning the resonant corridors. And a word, a glance from an incarnate senior sent a wave of bliss bounding through our boyish being. But ah! those sublime thoughts (i8)

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MR. JOSEPH A. GUTHRIE, A. M. Arithmetic.

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of august and imperial personages we found to be simply bom- basts of childish imagination. Erudite professors have drilled us into the realization of the insignificance of man. But let those deluded students treading fast upon our heels live in a dream of joyous expectation until time and experience shall draw aside the roseate veil of fallacy and expose the chiseled reality. Loyola has ever been a place of known traditions. We feel a tendency to follow our predecessors to the heights of honor toward which her precedents wend their way. But the present class of 1916 shall be remembered as the class without pre - cedent. We felt it our duty to our Alma Mater that as long as we were under the shadow of her guiding hand, under her jurisdiction and fostering care, we should give to her the best we had in our course at Loyola, may we not, I ask, say that taken in return would broaden our life’s perspectives and lead us toward our heavenly goal. And so giving to her the best we had in our course at Loyola may we not, I ask, say that we have contributed freely to her already shining firmament. Yet the radius of our ambitions extended beyond the class- room. If we have given to Loyola a stimulus to accomplish athletic records in days to come, then we relax effort in tri- umphant satisfaction. Let us tread once more with reverential steps our joyful high school days. Who of the present class shall ever forget that gentle scholastic, Mr. Charles A. Kleinmeyer, S. J., who from First to Third Year High, 1908 to 1911, ever looked toward our spiritual and scholastic welfare? Each succeeding year with its seasons adds a new note of appreciation to his productive work. When September yearly returned we knew that there awaited us a patient man to labor for us and as we now realize, to love us. His dissertations on the Greek verbs, the Latin baseball games and the line-up contests, time shall never usurp their memories. with all its vicissitudes and unrecognized excuses floods gayly back upon us. Surely unforgotten shall be the days of the assiduous Mr. Kleinmeyer. Fourth Year High wi th Fr. James M. Cotter, S. J., as our teacher, passed over with that spirit of good fellowship which characterized us throughout our course. Affable, kind, ever