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

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ilh llic ' ()])c ' nino- ol our Sophomore year came the roar ol eamion Irom across the sea. Euroi)e had heen hurled into the throes of war. Incidentally our class lost three of its memhers, not, however, to fight on the battlefields of Euro|)e, hut to enter life’s battles. Stuart Fenwick felt the call of the Sunny South., .Joe Birch joined the ranks of the Hop- kins students, while Jimmy O’lo olc went forth to assume the home and business responsibilities at his father’s death. Great as this loss was to us, it was soon counteracted by the amiable Father Coughlin and the advent of two new members, Joe Knccht and Bill Hodges. Father Coughlin’s incomiiarable humor and keen wit were admirable gloom dispcllcrs and the source of inestimable ])leasure to us. Jlie art ol ciiticism, he contended, was not the least ol a student’s attainments and to this end he worked assiduouslv. At the close of the first term news reached us of Father Coughlin’s transfer from Loyola. Though his absence was keenly felt, his suc- ccssoi , father Moakley. met with our instant ajiproval. This eminent jiiofcssoi and scholarly jiriest strove incessantly to implant in us a knowledge and a])preciation of oratory. That his efforts were not 1 utile we have only to consult the catalogue of 1915, where we find Sojihomore rc])rescntcd by three memhers in the ])ublic debate. In passing let us not forget Mr. Walter Summers, who treated us to the sciences of Physics and Biology. In his class we spent many jilcasant houis together, and his learned dissertations were of invalua- ble assistance to us. 1 hi oughoiit all these years of careful toiling in the field of the classics, oui aims, our ambitions, our life itself underwent a serious change. Ihe inconstancy amt fickleness of immature boyhood faded away be- fore the gravity and maturity of the scholar. In other words, we had been intellectually transformed, but the transformation was not com- plete. The need of a thorough Philosojihic (raining was easily apjiarcnt. We lacked that breadth of vision, accuracy and dejith of thought so cssentitil to tiiic education, fully aware o( our deficiencies, we eagc ' rly looked loM aid to the coming of our Junior vear. Here we were con- Cronted with no less an eminent jirofessor and renowned Philosoiiher than father Ooghe. Belentlessly, uneeasingly he toiled, not only to ac- quaint us with the sublimities of this transcendental science, but to 20

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i)Y the coming generations, yet the spirit she handed down will ever remain within these hallowed walls and he a stimulus toward achieve- ment whose blazoned glory will burst lorth like the shot at Concord, “lieard ’round the world.” As our days at Loyola gradually draw to a close, the gates to the inner recesses of our memories swing open and, like trium])hant soldiers marcliing homeward, the animated visions of those joyful high school years come troojiing by. After the first yeai’s there are many pleasant recollections, but so few common to us all, because of the division of our class, that we make no mention of them. But who of the iircsent Senior does not remember the gleeful days of third year, where the diligent Mr. Forteseue drilled us in the foundations of the classics. The detested “Jug,” with its inniimerable excuses, tloods gaily back uiion us. Cer- tainly that member should be ostracized who would forget the hajipy period with the incompara]3le Mr. Forteseue. The beginning of September, 1912, brought us to the Senior High School, where the enthusiastic and energetic Father Sullivan awaited us. Often referred to as “hard worker,” Father Sullivan “made good” tins name by literally j)ouring ui)on us themes in Greek and Latin. The conclusion of this year found us thirty-two in numl)er receiving the blue ribbon diplomas amidst the ap])lause of our friends. Surely Fourth High holds for us no unha])py memories. Anotlicr ])leasant summer rolled around and school commenced with us in Freshman. We were only fourteen in number, each with an exalted idea of his importance. Fortunately for us the fates were kind in placing over our destiny the staid, sober-minded and zealous Father Parker. To his credit be it said that he succeeded in instilling in us our first real appreciation of English i)oetry, evidently a lasting and splendid monument by which to be remembered. To Father McLnughlin, our Mathematics and Chemistry instructor, we all bear profound respect and sincere attacbment. His indefatiga- ble labor in our bebalf did much toward our intellectual devclo]3ment and the intermittent humorous thrusts from his good nature instituted the spice of a class, whose sid)jcct matter was naturally dry and un- attractive. The gruelling third degree of Father McLoughlin’s “quiz” will never be forgotten. 19

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effect that alteration ot mind so necessary to make us intelligent advo- cates in tlie cause of truth and morality, ffhe fruit of his work has been a deep and lasting imprint on our character. Our last year at Loyola was blessed with the advent of the affable Father Burkett. Master of the science of Ethics, he thoroughly ingrained in us an extensive and profound knowledge of this practical liranch of Phil osoi)hy. With a view to the interest of the student, Father Burkett instituted the St. Thomas Philosopliical Society, whose members con- tril)uted an essay subject to the criticism and discussion of their class- mates. Father Burkett’s year at Loyola was one of great benefit and continual joy to the student. Ungrateful would we lie if, in passing, we failed to pay a tribute of respect and gratitude to Father Fleming. Ever solicitous for our wel- fare, he established a Senior English class which he himself volunteered to teach. Fortunately for us this stej) was most o])})ortune, as it enaliled us to review the essentials of our language, which even a Senior is apt to forget. Father Fleming’s useful and jiractical talks in this class rendered us an incalculable service. Tims we have completed our memorable days at Loyola. In them we find only jojv happiness and contentment. Without them our life would he but a great void, with every kind of capabilitj unsatisfied. Now that these days are over and the critical period of our existence has arrived, we feel with particular keenness the need of th e guiding hand, the wise and sagacious counsel of our Alma Mater. Assuredly she shall not be found wanting. For though we leave her sac.rcd walls to enter uj)on the manifold and divers paths of our ambitions, her omnipresent spirit shall remain, penetrate and ennoble our lives, in- vigorate and enlighten both body and soul in the mighty struggle for our heavenly goal. Edward A. Bunn. ’17 21