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

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from us. Out of a one time class of sixty we now number only ten. Like a rocket we have clung together for eight transcendent years, rising, ascending, until before the eyes of all on a night in June the rocket shall burst and after the pyrotechnic display of our graduation is over we go floating out into those worlds of ours, fanned by the winds of adversity, strengthened in our course by the inspiring influence of our intellectual mother, our Alma Mater. In those distant days may we often clasp one another’s hands. May the precepts of Loyola strengthen us in all that our hands And to do. May the spirit of honor, truth and morality gained at Loyola be ever with us as we scatter along life’s far-flung battle line. When time is about to blow our bruised and broken reeds of life’s probation out of the world of reckoning, when our wearied senses fall into protracted retrospection, then shall we, looking back over our ventures and undertakings, lift up our eyes to the spirit of our Alma Mater and exclaim: “Thence- cameth all my strength” ! Fare ye well, my fellow classmates. Joseph Jerome Quinn, ’i6. (22)

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of supreme ignorance on our part, Fr. McLoughlin had a recurring habit of concealing his humor under a cloak of heated verbal chastisement. And in the suspense that followed the pause before calling for a recitation we truly thought our heart throbs would shake the needle in the seismograph at: Georgetown. Whosoever of our class shall forget his wither- ing fire of questions at the board, should be automatically impeached from further Loyola banquets. To Mr. Walter G. Summers, S. J., who treated us to the. greater part of our sciences, we owe a debt of gratitude. Many pleasant hours we spent in his classroom listening to his learned lectures and secretly admiring his persevering dili- gence. For six strenuous years we have toiled up the slopes of the classics. And, as we stood on the brink of Junior, with our folded books behind us, a new horizon met our eyes. Broad almost without limit we stood fascinated at its infinite magni- tude. Yet beside us as a guide was industrious Fr. Ooghe. For two brief years he has led us through the widening vales of philosophy, ascending, ever rising, until it seems that the horizon of knowledge has no end. And now as we stand on the pinnacle of our philosophic studies we truly feel our sheer insignificance in this mighty universe. For a moment we glance back over our tortuous trail, then to the unknown vista before us, and something deep down within us gives us confidence to start out over those weary hills alone. But we pause to say a word of appreciation for Fr. Ooghe’s helping hand. Yet our hearts say more than our lips could speak. Lastly, a newcomer to Loyola, Fr. Jones I. J. Corrigan, S. J., met with instant favor. An authority on his subject, ethics, he imparted his knowledge with the same good nature that marked him outside the classroom. We proudly think we have gained a remarkable insight into the field of ethics, an insight which, we opine, will prove a lasting benefit i n our practical life to come and all owing to the insistent efforts of Father Corrigan. The taking of his last vows and the “blue point” banquet will be carved for years on the amber of our memories. September of our senior year had hardly passed when Mar- tin F. X. Murray felt the call of the business world and parted

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EUGENE F. BALDWIN. Secretary of the col- lege debating society. At the top of the class ladder alphabetically and often otherwise. Came second in class balloting as our most consistent student. Has been handicapped dur- ing college years by al- ways being called first in difficult subjects and facing examiners. We were ever in a state of wonderment what the “F.” in his name stood for, but the last two years has convinced us it indicates Ford. Car- buretors and planetary transmissions fall into his conversation just as naturally as the weather does to an ordinary person. Gentle of manner, stately in bearing, he has made himself popular with the student body. Lends a guid- ing hand to everyone — especially to damsels on slippery floors when the orchestra is playing “Are you from Dixie?” His innocent, intellectual face should not be taken too literally. When sitting behind the steering wheel of a Ford he feels as happy as a king on a golden throne. Fox trots divinely. Pro- nounces “Descartes” with a jitney accent. Has a commenda- ble habit of spending hours in libraries searching for works of Shakespeare— under automobile ads. Is convinced that after all there are only two books — the Bible and the Ford catalogue. No matter whom he’s with he can’t prominade Charles street without stopping at every automobile and look- ing at the engine. The boy with the burning blush. (23)