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

Text from Pages 1 - 240 of the 1918 volume:

Ulnnual Holump 19ia mmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm f I n i i i i i I f I f i i i I I f f I i i i Kj- s. i i i i I if i i TO HIS EMINENCE JAMES CARDINAL GIBBONS WHO DURING FIFTY YEARS OF AN ILLUSTRIOUS EPISCOPATE HAS PROVED HIMSELF IN WORD AND DEED A TEACHER OF PATRIOTISM A MODEL OF LOYALTY A TRUE AMERICAN THIS PATRIOT ISSUE OF THE LOYOLA ANNUAL IS RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED ]§ I f w t f I t M M t t t It I IS s s SI s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s CEarJiinarB iSpaib ttrr, 40 B 5s. (Cliarlra S t. iBalttmnrr, May 15, 1918 To the Loyola College Young Men Serving in the Army and Navy I am greatly pleased with the hearty response of the Loyola College boys to the call of our Commander-in-Chief , Mr. Wilson, for soldiers and sailors to defend the honor and rights of America, and to battle for those ideals held dear by us, truth, justice and happiness for all men. I have every hope that your words and actions will bring honor and glory to your Alma Mater and your country. Faithfully yours in Christ, Archbishop of Baltimore ®ur Patriot QlarJitnal anb (§ur Patriot loya Y a happy coincidence the golden jubilee in the episcopate of our great American patriot, His Eminence, James Cardinal Gibbons, occurs almost simultaneously with the issue of our Annual. It is an honor and a privilege that this valiant soldier of God and staunch defender of our country permits us to dedicate to him our “patriot annual,” which is mainly given over to the letters and photos from our boys, more than two hundred of whom are now serving their country in Army and Navy, at home and abroad. The devotion of our Cardinal to the tlag has been an inspiration to all Americans; it has meant all this and more to the boys of Loyola w hose ecclesiastical superior he is. Loyola’s soldier and sailor boj s in the camps at home and in the trenches abroad wall rejoice reading the cordial letter addressed to them by their Cardinal. They w ill feel a keen sense of gratification that they are among the first to offer fheir fealty of congratulation to His Eminence on the occasion of his jubilee. On August 16, 1868, Lather James Gibbons w as elevated to the dignity of the episcopate. Of all the bishops of the w orld consecrated since that day, he alone has survived. Of all the bishops present at the great Vatican council, he alone remains. Loyola’s boys are proud to claim him as their Bishop; Baltimore is proud to owm him as its Cardinal; America is jiroud to point to him as her patriot churchman; the world is proud of this man of God. SjnyDla ' jlopB in lltf prnir? The editors of The Annual feel honored that they are able to publish in this issue, letters and photographs of some of our boys in the Army and Navy. Lor this as w ell as for the list of former students wdio are now- in the service of our country, the editors are indebted to our Prefect of Studies, Bev. Richard A. Lleming, S.J. Every one of our hoys at the front re- ceived a Loyola home-letter from him and there w-as a Christmas greet- ing, as w ell, for each of our fighting hoys, from our President, Rev. Wil- liam J. Ennis, S.J. Our readers are not to look for a strict chronological order in the letters w hich follow, nor need they expect anything unusual in their contents. Most of the letters were not written for publication. We published them because they exjjress so sincerely the sympathetic greet- ings of students to their Alma Mater. L nless otherw ise stated, all of the letters are addressed to Lather Lleming. ffipttPrH from ICagola iBoga tn tijp § pniirp Atlanta, Ga. Regarding iny “fling” at army life, I am enjoying it very much. After all, it is just what a fellow makes it. There are discomforts here which we have not been used to and some hard work, but that is wliat juakes it worth while; and this is one case where the end justifies the means: “Gordon to Berlin” is our slogan. I was assigned to the Training School yesterday with the rest of the candidates; the greater j)ercentage of the men were picked from the men in the camj) with a few civilians here and there from nearby Southf ' Tii Colleges. Five sergeants and a private were chosen from my old company which was a comparatively high percentage. Two or tliree were the most picked from the other organizations, while some were not represented at all. The three months’ grind will start to- morrow, and the competition promises to be very keen. Second lieu- tenancy will be the highest commission conferred. I feel confident that I can make it, provided I am not re-examined on my eyes and rejected on that ground. I have just barely squeezed through heretofore on my eyesight and I am in fear that thej may reconsider me. But I won’t iry to cross that bridge until I come to it. I could write two or three more pages of camp “dope,” but I don’t know where to begin and anyway I’m sure your time is well occupied otherwise than in reading my scroll. I had hoped to pay you a visit while at Camp Meade but I was moved too suddenly. You will excuse this scribbling Father: pen and ink are not always available here. Henry E. Scam.on. A most welcome letter was the one I received from you today and a unique one too — unique in its effects. It was the source of a most pleasant reverie after I read it on a quiet Spring Sunday, while stretched out on my bunk, gazing up at the two by ten roof beams. Remi- niscence is not always an enjoyable or profitable pastime in the army — not much time for it in the first place, and again it brings on all the symptoms of acute “Siiring fever” and “Army blues,” when we start to hark baek to the good old days which passed all too quietly and before we realized bow good they were. And that’s why I say your letter was unique: it was not the occasion of hook-worm or that Monday morning wash-day feeling. Why, how could it be? “All the Fathers remember you in their Masses and prayers and are sure that you’ll be a credit to a college that’s proud of you.” Encouragement like that gives a fellow enough “pep” to jump over the moon, because we know it is 8 (HeiJroduced.hij courteau of Baltimore American FATHER ZIEHLEK SAYING MASS FOR A GROFF OF LOYOLA BOYS AT FORT COVINGTON, BALTI ilORE not “soft stiitf” — we feel that you’re really with us, that “Loyola isn’t forgetting them.” And that magic word “late-slip!” In a wreath of smoke I can picture two or three “last minute-men” hopping olf a St. Paul street car, as it slides hy the Monument street entrance, take three steps at a time and just reach the B. V. M. statue as the old cloister clock dongs nine. And all the crimes that were charged against the traction com- jiany must have made Ananias turn over in his grave as we filed hy your desk and told of the blocks and .wrecks and hroken switches and short circuits that the trolley othcials never seemed to hear of. And I wonder if ntiu know who holds the record for using the same late-slip the most times, when some ahsent-minded Father or “Mister” left it in his desk during recess, thereby placing temptation in the way of youth. “Not much information to give about the old jilace” you say. I don’t suppose it has changed much since the days we spent there- new faces, pcrhajis, hut the same sweet environment, the same old siiirit, and the same high ideals. Ah, yes — there is no Father K to wake you from jileasant day dreams of last night’s doings at the Social Club, Avith the casual remark, the while he very calmly jiolishcd his s])ccs, “So-and-so, I haven’t heard the dulcet tones of 3 0111’ melodious voice 9 for two days i)arsc all Iho verbs in the first two lines of Mr. Deinos- llienes’ ‘De Corona. ' And is Fr. Henry Me. still torturing the minds of America ' s prides and hopes with sines and logarithims and equations and atomic weights, as in days past, when “still we gazed and still our wonder grew that one small head could carry all he knew?” So Baltimore didn’t have the old Gold and Blue on the court this past season to show her how hasket-hall should he played. But the reason for it does her proud — her hoys are playing in a more serious game, and with the same good sportsmanship. Here’s luck and good wishes to the High School youngsters who are upholding her past traditions. And Mr. Lapsley is still on the job, proud in his guardianship of the service-flag. Well, in view of his new dignity, I can forgive him for the many times he “bawled us out” for disturbing his afternoon siesta by ringing the main door hell. The fair sex, too, you say, bless their hearts, are doing their hit in the war game — just another manifestation of the benignant spirit that Loyola fosters. And oh, don’t we all thank them — they’ll never know how much their caressing hands have lightened a gloomy face here and raised a drooping shoulder there. Seven 3 ' ears sinee I “pulled out” from the old college. Honestly, it doesn’t seem that long, Father. But “time will ehange most any man.” I know all the Fathers are anxious to hear how we are faring, now that we are no longer of Loyola’s brood, at least not sheltered by her ])roteeting wing. No need to worry — the ideals she nurtured in our souls have not faded, nor has the example she set us been dimmed. Events that have happened sinee we first “horned into the service” are still fresh in our memories and I suppose we could have quite a “pow-wow” on army life if we could well get together. Well do I recall the day when the first 40 per cent, of our district entrained at Philadelphia, amidst the blare of hands and the sorrow and gladness of sobs and cheers. “Butcher, baker, heggerman, thief, doetor, lawyer, Indian chief” — all were there. This fellow with a New Testament in his hij) pocket, another a pack of cards and the next one a half ])int. Yes, quite a conglomeration was the first 40 per cent. With a final shrieking of whistles and peeling of hells and waving of liandkerehiefs, we ])ulled out from the Chestnut St. station and at last were on our way to the much talked of cantonment. Outside of hand wavings and sliouts to take the natives as we dragged through station after station, and sj)eculations as to what camp life would he like when we got tliere, and the ([uelling of a few boisterous sj)irits, whom final imhihings (frcHjuent and large because they were to he the last for a rattier indefinite period) liad made over patriotic, or garrulous, or jiugnacious — outside of all this — the trip to Meade was uneventful. 10 Wc detrained just as dusk was falling and under the lead of a vei ' y impressive-looking lieutenant of Military Police we started the two mile liike through the camp to our assigned barracks. And that tramp in the dark behind a very able pace-maker, with our heavy suit-cases and bundles, through dust six inches deep, brought forth caustic remarks not altogether complimentary to our Secretary of War and his able statf, bordering even on insubordination had we been better versed in military law. By eight o’clock we had been checked in, hurriedly searched for camouflaged liquid refreshments and other contraband articles, issued a blanket and mess kits, and had stowed away a much needed meal, our first in the army. Then we were shown to our bunks and started to swap talk on first impressions. And will I ever forget the first night? If it could only he staged it would run a year on Broadway. Sleep was impossible; the night was very chilly and with a thin straw tick underneath and a light blanket for a cover the bunks didn’t feel over comfortable. A running comment was kept up till after midnight, when the barracks sergeant, an old-timer from the regulars thought he would take a hand in restoring order and hollered upstairs for the crowd to shut up: “No one can sleep with you bunch upstairs jabbering away all night.” And then a harp by the name of Mike Roche, who had yet no profound respect for army discipline, shouted back, “It’s too had about ye.” The sergeant was good na- tured and considerate and let Mike off with two days K. P. (Kitchen Police), hoping that he would soon realize that the non-com is entitled to some respect. And, by the way, a good story is told of “Lights Out.” The barracks arc supposed to l)e in dark- ness at 9:30 P. M. One night after “Taps” had sounded the lop-sergeant noticed a liglit in one corner of the room: “Pul out that light down there,” he ordered. “That’s the moon, sergeant,” came tlie answer. “I don’t give a what it is — put it out ( ' AXlill)ATE MUUltAY SWEEXKY 4tli (Jfficers ' Training Caini), Anniston, Ala. 11 No, few of us realized tliose first few days, what army discipline was. If we had do you think one of our lads would have gone up to a certain major and in a hail-fellow-well-met spirit asked: “Hey, Mac, where can a fellow huy a deck o ' cigarettes?” But very soon we learned. A week later that major wouldn ' t have been such a good sport and carefully directed a buck private to the canteen. Our first morning in camj) was Sunday, and I found, to my pleasure, a large percentage of our crew assisted at the open air Mass under a large oak in our drill field. Monday we learned that we were part of the 32 nd Training Battalion and then the grind started: the disorganized mob began to take on the appearances of a disciplined organization. “Sejuads, ten — shun! hands uj), eyes to the front, shoulders hack, standing steady,” etc. — “right face, left face, about face,” until you got dizzy. Yes, very soon we knew we were up against something real — you couldn ' t “lay” down on the job here or ask for your “time” because you didn’t like the boss. About the third day we were put through the medical test, regularly mustered in, and got our first “shot” in the back, the typhoid anti-toxin. And in a few hours, when the serum started to take effect and your back got sore, and you couldn’t raise your left arm, and your head got feverish and your stomach uncertain, and you learned that two more “shots” were to follow in short order — why, you didn’t care much when the world came to an end. But the next day a very optimistic talk from one of our lieutenants on the jiurpose and effects of army discijiline and the im- portance of high morale, siirueed us up and called forth our pride; wc knew we weren’t being bossed just for the pleasure it gave the boss. A veiw ([uaint jihilosophy he gave us for contenting ourselves with the small discomforts that we were not used to and which came hard at first. “Take things as they come — this whole business is necessary and on the sejuare: you’re in it and there’s no getting out; Uncle Sam is doing his best by you so, back up and be cheerful.” Much the same resignation with which the French ])oilu accei)ts each new hardship that is forced 111)011 him with the casual comment: “it is the war.” Not a very high standard it might seem — rather fatalistic I thought at first. But the “lieut” showed wisdom and a knowledge of human nature, for there arc some memliers in every average mob who cannot assimilate a higher, more spiritual i)ur])ose. Let those who can, form their own jihilosophy, for some code of etliics oilier Ilian that of mere self-preservation will be necessary wlien we get “Over Tliere” — pure selfishness will demoralize the ideals and efficiency of any army. There was still some kicking and cussing and knocking when things didn’t break right, as when the “chow” didn’t suit or when you had to turn out of a warm bunk at 5:30 A, M., to dress in a barracks whose temperature was the same as the outside (and the mornings and evenings 12 Avere cold then, though the days were hot). But it was evidently only surface grumbling, a good vent at times for the feelings. A cheerful crowd, all told and will- ing; and in the days that followed with hour after hour of “squads right, squads left, one, two, three, four — get the step” and five mile hikes through sun and dust we struck up a spirit of comradeship that went far to make the life most congenial. And our officers were “true blue” — exacted a strict discipline when the occasion required, but otherwise treated us with a kindness and manliness that won our hearts. The third week we heard that the 32nd Training Battalion was to be subdivided and assigned to the different units of the 312th Field Artillery (light). At first we were down in the mouth for by that time we had grown into quite a happy little family. But when we found that our section of the battalion was to be divided in half, one half to be transferred to D Battery and the other to Headquarters Company, just across the road from each other, we accepted the change quite cheerfully. I was among those who were attached to Headquarters Co., and I was not sorry, because the work that followed proved to be very interesting. Then after five strenuous weeks’ work came the first big change. More than half of our company was notified at 5 o’clock one evening that we were to start south at 7 o’clock the next morning, and were confined to barracks in the interim to prevent anyone taking a flying trip home to hid good-bye to the folks, on French leave, or in army parlance A. W. O. L. (absent without leave). The thirty-six hour trip to Camp Gordon was a most pleasant one. We were placed in comfortable sleepers and fed on the regular army travel rations, beans, canned beef, bread, jam and coffee. The novelty of it appealed to all of us. Twice on the way down, at Bichmond, Va., and at Charlotte, N. C., we detrained to stretch our legs and break the monotony and were given a royal reception by the population on both occasions. At 2 P. M., Sunday we had our first glimpse of Camp Gordon through the windows of our sleepers. At seven we were CADET JOHN IIAKTZELL Aviation (Army) 13 marched from the train to the receiving station and there our spirits took a drop. Without any regard for friendship closely welded, due to a eommon bond of symj)atliy, since we were all from the same part of “Philly and felt like strangers in a strange place, wo were eomj)letely separated and assigned to ditlerent branches of the service and difterenl units, scattered all over the camp — and so big is this khaki city that many of us have not met since. Not finding fault, understand; conditions required the disposition made of us, hut it rather dampened our ardor for a while. But not for long — new ae([uainlanees were soon found to rei)laee the old; such huge melting pots are these eam])s, moulding lasting friendships out of all classes and types who hapiiened to he thrown together for a few months and who in a short time may he separated and never set eyes on each other again. 1 considered myself very fortunate in again being assigned to the Headquarters Company of the 320th Field Artillery. Once more I found myself thrown in with a real fine crowd of fellows representing over ten states of the Union, from Maine to Mississippi, and I soon felt perfectly at home again. Work was continued, drill, drill, drill, and more drill, as week followed week with fifteen mile hikes every Friday and a division review followed by inspection every Saturday morning, and very rigid inspections these are, both personal and barracks. Everything must be spick and sjian and in place. Any man whose jiersonal appearance is not as it should be or whose equipment is not laid out in an orderly manner and the vicinity of his bunk clean as a new pin is S. O. L. (sure out of luck) — denied his hard earned pass to town that night or some similar punishment. I speak from exjierienee. In the weeks that followed nothing unusual happened. We worked hard and steady and really made wonderful progress, and the more we got used to the life and to one another the more congenial it became. For eight hours a day we were kejit on the go with foot drill, artillery gun drill, signalling, reconnaissance work, etc., and the more we learned of our work the more interesting it became and the more pride we took in our jirogress. Our free time was well spent. Out of our company fund, raised by voluntary contributions, we bought a second-hand ])iano and a phonograj)!! and during the rough winter weather had many a j)leasant little social gathering, either singing or ])ushing back the tables in the mess hall and running a stag dance, d’here were some good shows and entertainments, both local and out- side talent, around the Camj), under the ausi)ices of the Y. M. C. A. or the K. of C. or the Camj) Theatre Company. Boxing, too, was one of our main attractions. Two or three good j)airs were matched together each night after sui)per and “mixed uj)” for the benefit of the crowd. There was ])lenly of comedy here loo, as when a lanky, raw-boned mountaineer from Tennessee would ])air 14 off with some little East side fight-fan who had learned many tricks of the trade from the bright lights of boxdom. Cheered and egged on hy half a hundred rooters, the long-armed individual would tlay around like a wind-mill, never land ing a blow and receiving a dozen quick jabs and uppercuts philosophically, and just waiting his chance to drive one liome. But by the time he got real peeved and started to make it a regular fight, the referee generally called it a draw. When the cold weather passed and sunny South came into its own, ])ascball and outdoor basketball helped us to while away many an idle I ' iOur. A very comical sight that one often sees while going about camp is that of a negro sergeant putting a squad of black recruits from the cotton lands through the “school of the soldiers.” The commander of an army couldn’t look more self-important than that darky non-com: “Come to ‘tenshun’ there, niggah — when Ah say ‘tenshun’ Ah want to hear them eyes come around with a click.” One of the big events in the life of the rookie is the first time he “walks his post in a military manner, keeping always on the alert and observing everything that takes place within sight and hearing;” I mean his first turn at the guard duty. Many a good story is told of that “first trick,” the truth of which I can’t vouch for. This incident I know did happen in a nearby battery. The Officer of the Day was making his rounds of inspection at 2 A. M., one day to see that all the sentries were on the job and was challenged with the regular “Halt! Who is there?” To which he answered: “Officer of the Day.” The sentinel, to whom an “officer of the day” was something new, came back with the demand: “Well what in the mischief are you doing around here this time o’night?” The following story is told of a “dough-hoy” rookie doing his first turn. The top-sergeant had asked him several times during the afternoon, when passing his post, whether he had seen the Commanding Officer. And that night after “Taps” had sounded he halted someone coming iq) 15 EDWARD BEES Military Police the road from town and to his challenge, he received the answer “Com- manding Otlieer.” “Well, you ' d hotter sneak in kinda easy, that big top-sergeant ' s been looking tor you all at ternoon.’’ On another occasion one of the guards in our eomi)any challenged three times a dark form ihat he detected gliding by one of the sui)ply buildings and received no answer. Luckily he was an unarmed sentinel or Uncle Sam would have been out a mule that hapi)ened to break loose from the i)icket line. I have walked post a coui)ie of times and one can certainly do a lot of thinking and reviewing the i)ast and searching the future those two hours on in the quite hours of the night. It is practically the only time in the army when a fellow is comi)letely alone with his thoughts. Another experience that I enjoyed very much was when our battalion of the 320th Regimental went to the artillery gun range to get actual firing jiractice. We learned a good deal there and enjoyed the two weeks in the s([uad tents, although the weather was exceptionally cold for this jiart of the country and we were not prepared or equipped for it. But it was something novel and we knocked a dandy time out of it. Each night we were free to go to a nearby quaint old Southern town, where we could sit around the big stove in the court room of the town hall and smoke and swap yarns with the village gossips and celebrities — or, chaperoned by the sheriff or one of his aides, take in a regular Southern “nigger dance. Another welcome addition to our army life was when the horses arrived (for ours was a mounted company). But when we had taken a few trials at them and found they weren ' t like the horses you pay ten cents to ride around the track on at an amusement park, we were not agreed that they were quite so welcome. There was hardly a one of us who didn’t “hit the ground” a few times in learning to c(|uitate and there was absolutely not one who didn’t find it much more inconvenient and uncomfortable to sit down than heretofore. You see we were nearly all “rookies when it came to horsemanship and j our first time on a shy Ijorse, bareback, you feel much like a i)ehhlc on a barrel. One fellow composed a very original ditty to the music of “Tramp, tramp, tramp, the hoys arc marching. “Bump, bump, bump, I got a blister. And my back is far from being well ; And my shoulders they are lame, Kaiser Wilhelm is to blame; All we get is thirty dollars. Ain’t it ?” Well, that is about all the do])c I can give you on army life now. Father, You see I am not in with the old crowd any more — being on ])rohation for the shoulder bars and here in the training school we arc asked to he like the old si)hinx. Enough that I am in excellent health and s])irits and find the work here most interesting. We are ])utting in about ten hours a day with drills, classes, lectures, ins])ections, study 16 Dcriods, etc. But tlic game is worth it all. We have been well taken care of from the beginning — haven’t done much worth while yet, com- pared to the big things that are haj)pening in the “Main Show Over There.” Where do we go from here, and when? Not one of us can even surmise. When he wants to he, your Uncle Sam can he the most close-mouthed old uncle you ever saw — and of course he is right. But how soon “we hit the trail” or how far we go isn’t worrying us. We’ll he “Johnny on the spot” whenever they pass the good word to get ready for overseas duty. The American soldier knows he is in the right — and with a cheerful spirit, a high morale, a love for peace, and a trust in God, why it’s “Good- bye Kaiser Bill” — that’s all. Whenever you get the chance to write about the old place again. Father, just remember that your news is as welcome as the flowers in May. There’s nothing like a good letter to cheer a fellow up. I’ll add a little “doggerel” I composed a short time ago to show you what I mean : THE OLD TIMEB’S ADVICE TO THE BOOKIE. ‘ ' There ain’t no use o’hollerin or spreadin round the gloom. As though the little bugler’s just a sounded eraek o’dooin, ’Cause the eaptain gets a groueh on and he takes it out on you, Or the stable sergeant spots ijuh “Come ’ere, biiek, you’ll do. To ehambermaid them horses and just use some elbow grease A shinin’ up that harness.’’ Why, this is war — we ain’t at peace! S’ pose yiih have to peel the spuds, or scrub the mess-room floor. There ain’t no sense in gettiii peeved, that’s what you’re in here for; You kin drill, and march and hike until your feet are awful sore And you think them thirty bucks a month could be a little more; ’Cause yuh know your Uncle Sammie is a surely on the sguare When he tells yuh it all helps to lick them Fritzes over there. LIEUT. EDWAKI) IIAXLON Eugineer Corps (France) 17 And iidirn yon cross the little pond ond ' (all in ' at the Front, Yon kin stand the gas and guns and shells, and ' dodgin ' bayonet ' slant ' Fanse yah know the old Red, While and Bine ain ' t just the kind of blnjf That Kaiser Willie thought it was — it ' s backed up by fighting sliiff. Bat here ' s the secret, bnddie; what hits yon mighty hard It ' s when the pals yah left behind fergit to drop a card; Or the folks back home don ' t think yon care to hear the old-town news. And the one best girl don ' t write yah, an ' your heart ' s down in your shoes: It ' s then the goin ' s pretty tough — you ' re down an’ oat — aw well. Tins fella Sherman had the dope — he ' s right — war sure is hell. Hen Scanlan. P. S. — Sorry I have no snap-sliots to send you, but there is so inueh red ta])e to taking pictures here that few of us bother with them. I am enclosing a few cartoons from Trench and Camp, which may interest you. H. S. On Board U. S. S. Pennsylvania. Your interesting letter was mighty welcome. It does a fellow good to know ' that he is being remembered. In reply to your request I w ill endeavor to tell you the “Diary of a Marine aboard a U. S. S. Battleship.” First, you w’ill have to picture the crewv sw inging in their hammocks, sleej)ing soundly, then at 5:30 A. M. the bugles sound reveille, d he crew ' get up, lash their hammocks with a long piece of rope and then stow ' them in bins provided for the purpose. Then we have hot coffee and toast before we turn to on bright work that is, the marines. The sailors scrub decks. The marines take care of their own quarters only. Every morning I get some brass j)olish and shine an inch w ide strip of brass on a hatch 3 x 6, w hich takes about five minutes. Then I take my bucket and go to the w ' ash-room w here I get a bucket of fresh w ater and, if I want a hath, there are eight fresh w ' ater show ers available. Then I go helow ' to our quarters to clean my rifle for inspection, bianco my w hite belt and polish my buttons and cap ornaments. By this time Mess Gear sounds and w e clear the mess decks for breakfast at 7:30. Pipe down, mess goes and we eat. Breakfast usually consists of fruit, cereal, fried potatoes, of which there seems to he no scarcity in the Navy, liver and bacon, or navy beans (which are very good), or eggs and coffee. After breakfast, if I am on the guard of the day — Tm on every other day — I get ready to ])arade colors, w hich means a guard of marines pre- senting arms, and the hand playing The Star-Spangled Banner, and 18 the quartermaster handing up the colors. This is done at 8 o’clock every morning. After “colors” come s “quarters,” when we are in- spected, clean our clothes and rifles, shave and so on. During “quarters” e o m e s physical drill, under arms, and also double time for about ten minutes. Then come other drills until noon. Censorship makes it impos- sible to describe these drills. Then dinner, which is al- ways a good meal. We have meat, potatoes and other vegetables, either ice cream or pie and coffee. Needless to say our ship is the best feeding ship in the Navy. The afternoon is gener- ally devoted to “corking off” - — sleeping, or sometimes we write letters. The hand plays three times a day — after each meal. At 5:30 we have sui)i)er, and after that “evening colors” (sunset), and we present arms as the colors are lowered. Then at 6:30 comes “hammocks”; we stand by them and they are piped down. We then swing them on our billets, two hooks about 8 feet above the deck and 15 feet apart. Each man has a billet. We are then privileged to turn in and go to sleep or go to the movies on the quarterdeck. We have movies nearly every night. My post is Time Orderly. I strike ship hells every half hour and report different things to the officer of the deck. The Marines have a whale boat crew, and have won several races and a cup. At present we hold the General Efficiency Cup of the Atlantic Elect. The Marines also man several 5-inch guns and can handle them very well. My position on a gun is sight setter. I could go on for hours with interesting hits about shi])-lifc, hut naturally, censorshii) forbids. I am sending you under se])aratc cover a few pictures of life aboard ship. I would like to know when the Annual comes out, because I want to get hold of a copy. 19 George T. Bullen. Camp McCi ellan, A la. A rather belated answer to your letter of Marcli 7, l3ut I hope not too late for its j)iirpose. There are nearly thirty former Loyola students in our battalion and we all are ever glad to hear from our old college. We often get together and talk of old times, and the fact that so many of us are in the same battalion keeps the memory of our college days eonstantly before us. 1 am writing this letter in (jiie of the big well-lighted buildings of the Knights of Columbus wliich are a great source of pleasure and comfort to us. We often come here to write letters and read. A good library with most of the latest periodicals in it is at our disposal and you can just bet we take every advantage of it. Mass is said every Sunday morning in the building, and is always crowded to the doors, for our religion is never neglected in our efforts to become etticient soldiers of Uncle Sam. We have been here for over seven months and think it is high time we were going across, but as yet the powers-that-be have deemed other- wise. We are all former members of the old Fifth Maryland Infantry, and it chafes us exceedingly to think that drafted men are being sent over ahead of us. Still we can only hope for the best, as we have been doing for tbe past four months, and I su])pose our time will come soon. The boys send their best regards and hope to hear from you soon again. Jaaies S. Fenwick. I want to thank you for your letter with reference to our Alma Mater and the boys. Surely it was cbeering to bear all tbe news and to know that Loyola, as usual, is in the fight. I have been in tbe “Naval Reserves” since November 30, and bave been stationed at various plants throughout New Jersey. Our work lias to deal with Cost Inspection, which l rietly means that we take care of the exiienditures of Navy money on contracts let on the “cost ])lus” basis. It would be tiring, indeed, if I were to burden you with a discussion of our cost accounting ])roccsscs, but I can assure you that the work is a very necessary one. Man} dollars will be saved tbe Government liy the vigilance of our insjjectors. For in these days when everybody is after the money, and when the labor situation is so unsettled, it is necessary not only to audit figures sulimitted to us, but to forestall unjust charges before they are made. You realize, tlierefore, that (T)sl Inspeclion would not make read- able matter for the Annual, but if you say so, I will try to tell a little 20 more a] 30 ut it. Folks these days want to hear about guns and ])ullets in action. We handle them only in the making. Don’t know how long I will be here, but I believe that I am soon due to move. I will be in Baltimore in May, and will surely drop in to see you. Do give my kindest regards to all the Fathers, and asking to be remembered in your prayers, I am, Clarence G. Owincs. Caaip McClellan, I wish most heartily to thank the Faculty of my dear old Alma Mater and the Reverend Fathers of St. Ignatius’ Church for the welcome Christmas greetings which it was my pleasure to receive this year. It was indeed a joyful surprise to know that I was still remembered by the professors to whom I owe so much and have repaid so little. This token of their untiring care will l)e my l est companion during the trying days that are ahead. Memories of Loyola have always been sweet to me, growing sweeter as the years pass on, and I am proud and happy to he found in her thoughts at this glad season. Accep- again my most sin- cere thanks, and may the New Year be for the college a happy and i)rosperous one; and for the kind fathers, as they wish it. Already in this Division “The Blue and Grey,” Loy- ola’s name is spoken well of, ])ecausc of her sons; and rest assured that wherever they are found they do credit and add glory to the fair name of their Alma Mater. Charles H. Foleal 21 SElcaCVXT .TOSEl’ll luau ' ii Artillery Anniston, Ala. Your letter of the 7th was reeeived last Sunday, News of dear Loyola is always weleoine and interesting. It was good to learn that so many from the old sehool are now in the serviee. We all know that if they earry out what was taught them there, there would he about 175 Napoleons in the army of Unele Sam, that is, from the military point of view. Sorry that the College haskethall team eould’nt “earry on.” “Carry on” is quite English, hut our ollieers love to use it. We had a rather fair team in our hattalion, witli Stan Cook, Jimmie Arthur, Steve Campbell and myself among the players, hut it was not like playing for Loyola, and I missed Seheurieh who used to he o])j)osite me at forward. Cheering to know that so many “fair ones” are knitting and sewing for us. We hope that no one of our hoys will have aii} use for the bandages, hut we are glad that they are being made and appreciate beyond words the spirit of the good ladies. We have no idea when we shall he sent across. “Call to Quarters” has just sounded, so I must he getting under the covers. Best regards to all at Loyola. Neil Cohcohan. Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. Many thanks. Father, for the Christmas greetings from you and the priests at Loj ola. Have been thinking of all of you and wanting to write but I hardly get time to get a line home. About half of our hattalion spent the night of Christmas Eve fight- ing a forest fire. We fared well at all the meals on Christmas Day. Stan Cook did himself jiroud. Hope you are well. Father, and I wish you a sincere Happy New Year. Neil Corcoran. Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. I believe I told you how much jileasure the letters you sent to all the old Loyola ho s afforded, and with so many of tliem in the com- panies of our hattalion one could scarcely go a yard on the Sunday they were received without the query “Did you get a letter from Father Fleming?” being ])ut to him. And because there are so many former Loyola students in this camj), it makes one feel a sort of delicacy in telling of soldier life and giving his jiersonal exj)eriences, for fear there will he such a sameness of the letters sent to you; tlien too, with so many 22 ClIAIiLES LETTS Engiiiper Corps (Franco) Loyola men over there where service means so much more, and incidents are heavy with interest, our little happen- ings are as nothing; but since you r equest it. Father — here goes. As you know, our com- pany, though much smaller than it is now under the new army plan, was originally the machine gun company of the old Fifth Maryland, and when the present war was declared it was assigned to Port Covington, in Baltimore, to perform guard duty there, “Those were the happy days,” but this we realized only after we had reached our present camping grounds. And they were our “rookie” days, though at the time we thought we could lick the Kaiser and his pals with our four Lewis automatic ritles and our “thirty-eight” revolvers. I can never forget 1113 first few daj s at the Port. I still believe that during them I chopped enough wood to last six regiments for six wars. The uniform I was to be issued was resting complacentl} at the arinoiy and I was doing no drilling; so, lest I should think I had struck a life of leisure, they kept me bus with detail, and this mostl} on the wood pile. But like all good things. Port Covington did not last veiy long. Toward the end of Jul} we learned that the Marjdand Brigade was to go to a camp at Anniston, Alabama, for intensive training prior to overseas service, and that it was to be a part of the Twentj -ninth Division. Having been with the Southern Bailwaj just before enlist- ing, I had heard of Anniston, but I was one of the few enlightened ones in our companjc Daj s and da s went b} and no otlicial talk of leaving. Then one sunshiity da} ' in August, our captain drove through the camp gate, old number one post, in his olive drab Overland, and told us to pack, for in the morning we would leave for CockeA ' sville. We packed, and the next da} ' started for this Baltimore County town where we had learned our regiment was to mobilize before entraining for the southland. We were the first company on the scene and it was up to us to pre- pare the camp. For the most part we were new at the game, but there was willingness in the actions and paces of all. In short order there was a huge water tank set up, with a gasoline 23 motor pumping; showers installed, eompany streets laid oil, and when the other eompanies began to roll in, it was not long before a pretty little eamp site had si)rung up. It was here we became aetiuainted with mud, that is, thoroughly aec[uainted; all men in the army become so before they can really be called soldiers. As the days travelled by we began to realize that soon we would be leaving our dear old Baltimore and its loved ones, to he about that grim and stern business we had enlisted to carry on, and time seemed to take wings. Then came the day for departure, Sunday, September 16, a day no old Fifth Maryland man can forget. The day before had been most disagreeable, a dreary rain falling, and our camp a sea of mud, which made the sending away of the i)roperty very dithcult. A mean night followed, hut when reveille drew us out early that Sunday morning, we saw with joy that “old Sol” had decided to he among those present when farewells were said. Our company was on the last section to leave from Timonium, so we had more time with our relatives and friends than many of oiu comrades. It was wonderful, the spirit disi)layed by the womenfolk on that Sunday. We were down here but a few days when our company became Company “C,” llOth Machine Gun Battalion which was the divisional machine gun battalion. Instead of the light Lewis guns we learned that we were to use heavy water-cooled guns, and from seventy-four men, the old war strength of a machine gun company, we were now to have one hundred and seventy-two men. These were selected from the com])anies of the Fifth. In our battalion. Company “A” was from Delaware; Com])any “B” from New Jersey; Company “C” from Mary- land and Company “D” from Virginia. The Delaware troojis left for the north after a few months, and a new Coinjiany “A” was formed from the remaining comj)anies. We had not been here very long when we began to exj)erience how Linsunny the “Sunny South” could he. We thought we were going to have a comfortable temperature the year round, but when the mercury began to travel towards zero and there linger and tarry for weeks, and real old-fashioned snow, like we used to ])low through in Baltimore, began to fall not unfrequently ; and when, to keep warm, we had to wear every stitch of knitted goods our kind friends and thoughtful Bal- timore societies had sent us, we knew that Dixie, at least where we were, was not so near the e([uator after all. Did 3 ' ou know. Father, that at Christmas the Loyola Club sent us gifts, and the i)eo])le of Baltimore, through 27?c Sun, sent each of us a j)ackage? And maybe they were not api)reciated ! 24 In the early part of the new year mules for the machine-gun limbers and ammunition wagons arrived, and you would have enjoj ed a good laugh could you have seen us up on the picket line with a curry-comb in one hand and a brush in the other trying to convince “merrels” with regular “Maud” dispositions that they needed a good currying. We often thought of Father Henry McLoughlin telling us of the things we were liable to do if we did not study our mathematics or chemistry. Every time I see a Loyola man with a pick or shovel in his hand I think of Father Henry’s threat to his classes of a job on the Fallsway. Stan Cook and I had mules for mounts, and I am enclosing a tiny snap of the two of us. My mule was dandy and I named him “Buddie”; hut Stan’s could never carry such a pet name, I think his was “Djma- mite.” We had mules for only about two months, when our battalion re- ceived orders to send one company to the 111th and one to the 112th Machine Gun Battalion, and the remaining companies to turn in their mules and later become motorized. Company “A.” Ours were the ones selected to remain, and it was good news. We hear that all the divisional machine gun battalions are being equipped with motor trucks. They have not come as yet, much to our regret, for we sure are doing some hiking. The} are hardening us for a week’s hike, on which we start next Monday. There are quite a f e w British and Freneh soldiers down here, many of them oili- cei s, and being fresh from those parts where the men are really doing things, they are ever in- teresting in all their talks and instructions. We do not know when we shall leave. We are told ours is a very good division, l)ut so far we have done all our fight- ing in peaceful Alabama. Don’t need to tell you that all of us were mighty pleased to hear of Loyola’s work in the crisis, nor mention that we often recall our class days with their numberless haj)py moments. Well, Fatlier, you will re- member me to all the priests, and to my other friends at Loyola, won ' t you please? Must end this, for am writing at the K. of C. Building, whieh is a good walk from our camp street, and as you know taps must see me in my bunk with lights out. Several of us are going to become Knights of Columbus on Sunday. Feel a hit sorry to take up your time with so long a letter, hut found it dilticult to pick news which might he interesting. May I hear from you again sometime. Father? Neil Cokcoran. Washington, D. G. I wish to express my sincere thanks for your kind recommendation. I hope I shall be successful and prove myself worthy of every statement you made and so include old Loyola in the honor for which I am striving, l)y becoming a partieijiant in this battle for the suiiprcssion of oppression. Don’t forget that the “Blue and Gold” will he hoisted higher than ever, once the Kaiser is put on board an express headed for Uncle Sam. Here it is just work, work, work and keep quiet. I am glad that I am busy every minute; further, it is a great bracer to know that I am daily remembered in the Mass at Loj ola. J. T. McKeown. Camp McClellan. Received your letter and surely was glad to hear about the doings of my Alma Mater from my “Sapiens Pater” (please spare the theme blue pencil.) Of course I will he only too glad to contribute anything I can to the Annual. Maybe I could hammer out a “poem.” I suppose you’ll want one or two? Things certainly arc humming among my erstwhile class-mates in the matrimonial line. Of course “Bud” Loden’s courtship has become classic in our class history. Then I am reliably informed that “Abe” Codd slipped the lady of his heart a diamond at Christmas. Then, too, I hear that Buchness is in some danger. Corcoran’s “Heart-Breakers’ Club” seems to have been more or less of a failure! Not to mention tbe case of Neil, himself! Ah me, and Tin next to the oldest in the class! However, I hear very favorable reports of the maids of Normandy. I surely wish you could see your boys down here. Murray Sweeney and Inago Jamieson are both transferred to a comjiany of this battalion and made sergeants. Sweeney is an exact replica of Napoleon Bona- 26 parte. Our boys are the backbone of the battalion. I can’t think of one who isn’t a non-commissioned officer. I believe Keating will he hack from the Otticers’ Training Camp with a commission in a short time. Even Jimmy Arthur is a recently made corporal. Jesse James had nothing on me in my present role. I am in the guardhouse with a big .45 automatic strapped to my thigh guarding a few prisoners. None of our fel- lows has ever been in the “brig.” For some reason they don’t seem to he in a hurry about sending us o v e r, although we are considered veiy efficient. Ralph J. Sybert. FRANK PURVIS U. S. S. Arizona Camp Meade, Md. In the six months which I have spent here in preparation for my trip “Over There,” I have received many letters from those at home, hut I do not know of any which gave me so much i)leasure and joy as did yours of recent date. I probably have delayed considerably in replying, hut I know you will pardon this when I tell you that in the Officers’ Training School here, we are kept busy from early morn until “Taps,” and oft times later. What few moments we do have (and ihey are indeed few) are mostly taken up in shining shoes, washing leggings, and what not. One is continually kept on the go. This week, especially, is a strenuous one. I wish you could witness us ploughing around in mud and water-fdled trenches in an effort to repair them after the havoc wrought by the recent rains. Many of us never realized the great amount of dirt a pick and shovel could make tly until this week, and I assure you we now have first hand knowledge of the utility of these meager implements, both in making dirt fly and in making blisters. Wet and hungry, dirty and 27 tired, we plod wearily home eaeh evening, hul never diseouraged or with daini)ened si)irits, for we all know that it is all work towards the one end, that of defeating the areh enemy of eivilization in his mad and monstrous ambition. My stay in eamp here has been very agreeable. Many aecjiiaintanees of years’ standing were renewed. There is Hoyle and Keelan and many of the others of Loyola, whom I have met sinee eoming here, and it eertainly was good to meet them and talk over bygone days and of Loyola. No doubt you at home wonder how we utilize our idle hours; that is to say, our former idle hours. I will endeavor to relate a few of our many methods of enjoying ourselves. Before eoming to the Training Camj) for Officers, which opened January 5, I was attached to Company “C,” of the 313th. I luul been j)romoted to sergeant and acted as 1st sergeant on numerous occasions and, therefore, was kept quite busy; hut despite the manifold duties of these positions I had plenty of opportunities for relaxation and pleasure. Our chief sport in the first months here was, of course, baseball ; then came football, and later came the gathering around our big fires here, singing and relating experiences of our young lives. Then later on the “Y ' s” and K. of C. Buildings were opened. Music, motion pictures, box- ing contests, hasketbalt and entertainments of all dcscrijitions vere suiijilied in these buildings, and the efforts of these organizations, to disjiel gloom and break the monotony of canij) life, arc indeed successful. Their work is wonderful. In the early months, Wednesday and Sat- urday afternoons and all day Sunday, the camp was open to visitors, who thronged here in great numbers, and it is a sight worth seeing to view mothers, wives, sweethearts, brothers and sisters strolling about the camp. Many times I had visitors and many times I did not; on (he latter occasions I busied myself with reading until I would fall asleej), which usually was not long after I had begun to read. You know sleej)- ing, or “hunk fatigue,” is one of our chief occupations when not engaged otherwise, and soldiers surely can sleep despite the fact that snores are as loud as big guns. We have a great variety of snoring. During the cold winter months, things were not c[uitc as comfortable as they would have been at home, and there were ([uite a few hardships to he borne, which were new to us; hut we soon became accustomed to them and grumbling and discontent vanished as we did. One of the distinct happenings that will ever remain with me is the dci)arture of many of my friends from our Com])any. Shortly, or rather a jnonth or so after we arrived, all the boys whom I had known in childhood and my early youth were sent away, and it was a ])arting that I will never forget. On our trip down to caini) we had renewed ac([uaintanceshi])s, and were all together in barracks as one ha])py family, each sharing 28 EIGHT EUYOLA HOYS IN GAMP Standing. left to right — STAN. COOK. NEIL GOKGORAN, YILLIAM KEATING, .TEUOME WALSH. Sitting, left to right — EKED. DEWP.EKKY, THOMAS AKTHUR, STE YART EENAYICK. HUGH McLOUGHLIN with the other, joys, sorrows, and planning what we would do upon our arrival “Over There.” We had renewed our former strong friendships, and were quite contented, until one day a large number of men were called to go away. All of these boys, whom I had grown to know even better than before, and to look for each evening, left us bright and early the following A. M. It was indeed hard to lose them, and the incvitalile lump was in my throat as I hade them good-bye, but we soon became accustomed to this happening, and now when troops are leaving there is just a cheery good-bye and good luck, and with a wave of the hand they are off. You probably recall our jiarade in Baltimore, in October, I think it was. We all looked anxiously forward to that day, and when, during the storm and rain, it seemed as though we would not go, we were surely disheartened, but it cleared later in the day, and our jog of two miles or so to the trains tlirough the mud was as nothing to us. We rode to tlie city in dark coaches, singing during the entire trip, and were glad we were on our way. Arriving in Baltimore we formed for parade, and I know many hearts were swelled with pride among us as we marched 29 ])ast our honu ' folks vho braved tlie cold weather lo see us. 1 was ))roud and ha|)i)y to be wearing good old Uncle Sam ' s uniform, and |)arading in his cause. It was (jiiile a hike, that in Ballimore, to us rookies, and we needed very little rocking to go lo sleej) on our return that night, after i)artaking of Ihe “mess” our Mess Sergeant liad j)re- j)ared for us during our aljsenee. At tile Training Seliool for Oflieers we liave lieen working quite strenuously the past three months, hut it has been for a great goal, and one worthy of our best efforts. Those of us who are successful or fortunate in being eommissioned can proudly say they have earned it, while those who are less fortunate can say “work well done,” and need not he discouraged or disheartened, though of course, we will feel keenly the disaj)])ointment. I am hoping and praying that I shall he successful, for nothing would jilease me better in this life than to he an otticer in charge of good American lads to lead against the Kaiser and his brutal hordes. I met Keating and Corcoran shortly before they left for the South, and had quite a little chat with them. I also accidentally met J. Joyce some time ago in Baltimore. He had just received his commission. I had a very enjoyable chat with him, and before we had finished, it became a miniature reunion, for D. Lodcn came upon the scene and the buzzing then became equivalent to any women’s meeting. I want to say a word or two with reference to the good, dear women folks at home; the hajijiiness they have given to the many hoys in the various camps is inestimahle. Their work and efforts for our comfort encourage us, and will he the means of inciting us to our best efforts in every branch of this great game of war. God grant them strength, health and courage to continue their nohle work and sacrifices! And now with every good wish for the welfare of Loyola and its faculty, and my sincere good wishes to you, 1 hid you vale. John J. Stevenson. P. S. — 1 have heen awarded a ing School. Certificate of Eligibility at the Train- Camp McClellan, Ala. Your very thoughtful rememhrance of me on this Christmas is a])iircciated more than 1 can begin to tell you. 1 also received a card from Father Ennis, from Washington, for which 1 wish you would thank him for me. Harry Gallighcr has heen commissioned a second lieutenant, and Edgar Curran and Jerry Joyce have jiassed successfully the examination for a second lieutenancy for the regular Army and have left for Fort Leavenworth, Kansas. 30 Vei ' y little happens to upset the monotony of our daily routine, and since John McCarthy saw you when he was in Baltimore, I know you must be well informed as to what we have been doing. Everyone was quite ex- cited over well grounded rumors that we would leave here for an embarkation point early in January, but the latest reports have cast a shadow over our high spirits. Latest reports are that ve have been transferred from the third to the fourth Army corps and our trip across the pond shall be delayed. I feel quite ashamed of my last letter to you, for I feel it was quite abrupt. At the time of my last writing 1 was not feeling 1113 very best phj ' sically and had quite a case of the blues. At present, however, I am enjoying best of health and am very interested in the training we arc getting. Let me close by wishing Father Ennis, 3a)ursclf and the Faculty the very best of health during the coming j ear, with the request that 3 011 remember me sometime in 3mur pra3 ers. J. Murray Sweenea. .lOSEPII SKUKNTNY Hospital Corps (France Camp McCeeli.an, Ala. Perhaps you think that I have forgotten Lo3a)la, hut not so. Just about the time 3 11 sent me 3H)ur letter I was transferred to Company “A,” noth Machine Gun Battalion, where a good 1110113 Lo3 ola ho3 ' s arc together. Because of the transfer there was some dehn and confusion with my mail, and I did not receive 3a)ur letter until quite late. It is rather ditlicult for me to describe Anniston, or rather. Camp McClellan. We are completcK’ surrounded by hills and small moun- tains which, of course, are vciw picturesque. 31 Wlu n I was in llic llalli Inlanlry, our Iraining was ((uik ' inlcnsive, particular stress l)ciug laid iijx)!! cllicicucy iu the bayonet eoiuhat. There are olheers from both England and France who are showing ns the ways of modern warfare. We also had a great deal of trench digging to do. Now my work has changed. The ritle is discarded and I am studying the machine guns. Of course the work is new to me yet, hut is very interesting. d here is really not much to tell of the camj), everything is going (ill in the same slow, systematic way. But every branch down here is progressing in its elliciency under the steady grind. My kindest regards to the Faculty of Loyola. John G. Hisky. Camp MacAhthub, Waco, Tkxas. Your very welcome letter reached me on the 14th. It had been held up at my old station. Fort Oglethor|)e, Georgia, for (juite a while. Your reason for not forgetting me certainly was a good one, for I believe you wrote more “late slips” for me than for the general run of hoys. Your allusion to Mr. Lajisley made me so homesick that I have wanted to go hack to school and Baltimore ever since I received it. I am very sorry. Father, hut I am really unable, because of lack of time, to give you anything but an outline of my doings since I saw you last Commencement. I am in town today just for the purpose of writing letters and cleaning up. Do you know I have been so busy that I did not know it was Lent until the Sunday before last. Well, here goes for the big game. On July 14, 1917, I rei)orted to the commandant of the Arnij Service School, Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, for a ten-weeks’ course of intensive train- ing. 44iat was the hardest ten weeks of study and hard labor combined, that I have exj)erienced in my life up until now. On October 1, 1917, I rei)orted to the Commanding Ohicer of the 22nd Cavalr} for duty. I was assigned to 4’rooj) “M,” and when the regiment was made into Artillery, to Battery “F.” I was made a Isl Lieutenant about the 15th of October. 4 ' hen the regiment came here and I have been ])romoted to the rank of Cai)tain, and transferred to the Sui)i)ly Comj)any, with which I am now serving. riiat is all of my service up to date, and I am sorry I cannot describe half of the interesting things that have hai)j)ened to me, and that I have no j)hotograi)hs. While we are in the field no i)ictures may be taken of a group of ollicers or men, Ijecause they are apt to send them home with a roster of the men, which is not desired by the War Department. I certainly am glad that you rememl)er us all in the Masses. It is a great help to know that people all over the States are praying for us. Give my love and regards to all the Faculty, and tell them not to forget me and to try and write so I will be able to keej) up with happenings at l.oyola. Frank E. S. Turner. I received your welcome letter and certainly am pleased to know Loyola is not forgetting her boys. Although I spent only a short time with you I am proud to be listed as one of Loyola’s boys. I did not forget the school where I received the best of my training or the Jesuit Fathers. I just had tlic pleasure and privilege of making a mission at the Sacred Heart Church, Augusta’s Jesuit Institution. After services each night the fellows stayed around and talked. In this way I made several new friends from different Jesuit Colleges. I sure do remember you and the late slips, but let me tell you the army has a better system than you had. There is not much to tell of life down here, just a daily routine of drill, rest, eat and sleep. I enlisted April 12, 1917, in the Cavalry, ljut after four months service it was disorganized in this division. We are now doing our best to serve Uncle Sam in the branch of service he picked for us. Tlic Athletic Association will be short of material for passing the ball but those fellows will he on the job passing other things for the good of the cause they enlisted for. Cameras are not permitted in this camp now hut I have a few pictures that may fill in. My stay in tins camj) is numbered in weeks hut a letter from you, to us over there, will he appreciated. I am well satis- fied and ha])i)y. Tliis is all 1 can write of this time so I will close, thanking Loyola and the Jesuit Fathers for their kind rememln’ance. Thomas M. Scanean. LI CUT. : i()irnMKR duval I- ' r;iDce 33 The following loiter was addressed lo relatives of Captain Maag: Petersburg, Va. I’ve no exeuse for writing, except to let you know that I have not siiceumhed to the rigors of this Arctic winter, which seems to have found in Virginia a luinting ground to its fancy. Snow is the cheapest com- modity on the market at present. The lands of perpetual snow (Alaska and Virginia), and it’s not only because it is so extremely unpleasant under foot that I object to it, but it is because of the crimp it puts in our training and discipline. We had a fairly good week last week, and this morning we awoke to four inches of snow and still going strong. When I got back from leave I found that X , as company commander, had recommended certain otticers for certain division schools. To my intense gratification, he had ])icked bayonet out for me, and so these last ten days have found me spending three hours per day sticking imaginary Germans and absorbing a method of making our gentle “Italiano boys” into blood-thirsty bayonet fighters. The course finished Friday, and while I enjoyed it, I don’t exactly repine over the prospect of not going any more. It’s more strenuous than football. The Inspector-General was here last week and we were all more or less nervously on our mettle. It was a very trying time for us, and we heaved a regimental sigh of relief wdien w ' e learned that the com- ments w ' ere very favorable and that we w ere advancing quite satisfac- torily in our training. There was a rumor rife that is so ridiculously nattering to this Division that I won’t even repeat it. Three lieutenants of this regiment have been designated to go to France to secure billets for the regiment. They leave in a few ' days. I don’t read in this any indication of our very early departure for the other side. We are below ' strength in the first place, and not equipped for over seas in the second. But it indicates at least that the prospect of our going across is a certainty, and I’m glad. Don’t forget me in your prayers. Fred. C. Maag. Anniston, Ala. Every Loyola man at Camp McClellan has been a real advertise- ment of the excellent training received at the old school, and I am satisfied that the rest of the men have profited by their good example. That they are all “soldiering,” too, can be seen by their rapid promo- tions; in our Battalion alone w e have one commissioned and nine non- commissioned officers who received training at Loyola. It w ould not be inappropriate to call the 110th the “Loyola Unit.” We were w eil 34 represented in the Third Officers’ Training Camp, and expect to have a hand in the makings of the next one, which opens on May 15th. Our Battalion has been in exist- ence for almost eight months and we have arrived at such a stage in our training that we have only two topics of conversation — the date of our departure and our destination. We no longer wonder that we can hit a target when we can’t see it from the gun position, or how we can pass into a cloud of poisonous gas, and with our masks adjusted, breathe pure air. All our drill is in advanced machine gun work now, but even this is somewhat of a re- view. I shall always be pleased to hear some information from the College. All the boys are with the school in spirit, and I am sure that your prayers and Masses have been a great benefit to us and are appreciated by all of your Loyola soldiers. D. Albert Donegan. JOHN HOERIGAN Artillery Camp Meade. Last June, when the classes were discontinued for the summer, war and its immediate activities was an abstract consideration as far as I was concerned. True, many of my acquaintances and even immediate friends were enlisting, and although the thought of following their example would occasionally steal into my mind, it was quickly dis- pelled. I took the same view of things as many others, until finally Uncle Sam woke us up. The war was in full blast, of course I realized that, and at times when in a contemplative mood, I even came to the conclusion that men were needed to fight for Old Glory. However, I must confess that it never occurred to me that I was strong and healthy and that khaki was the proper embellishment for my 150 pounds of American flesh. My life up to this point was along the line of least resistance and 1 could not see any reason for “troubling trouble until trouble troubled me.” But patient Uncle Sam was angered, nor was he easily placated. He did the thinking for me as well as for thousands of others. Like a 35 I ' ond parent, lie lieekoned to me and like an obedient eliild 1 answered the suininons. In September, instead of returning to the sehoolroom, I reported to Camj) Meade for duty. From then until now my time has been taken up in intensive training in order to make the world “a decerd place to live in.” While camp li fe in a cantonment does not oiler the adventures of trench life, it is interesting, and in the majority of eases very healthful. The recollections of my lirst few weeks arc somewhat clouded. I think that that was my waking-up period. Of the few things that I can recall, one that seems to have imjircssed me was the gradual reformation from civilian to soldier in fhe matter of dress. Why this struck me so forc- ibly I do not know, hut I supjiose that my sympathetic disposition must have had something to do with it. It was humorous to sec a long line of men, none with full uniform, hut each one proudly wearing that jiart of a uniform which he had been able to obtain. There w as a multitude of different combinations, and the i)eculiar thing was that not a single piece of this wearing apparel w as intended for the individual w h o displayed it. It w ' as either too small or too larg( ' , and the whole effect is best summed up by the word “Rookie.” The ])erson who coined that term must surely have seen my comrades and myself shortly after we arrived here. Whenever I hear the word 1 am carried hack to my first fewv wrecks and this perhaps is the reason why it is that the only thing I can remember of that period is long rows of semi-civilian, semi-soldier clad men. Our work is routine and at times monotonous. Every minute of the day is utilized and occasionally w e have a night jirohlcm or a night tire call. Though this makes one slightly peevish, it heljis to better man- hood, physically and mentally. It hardens sinews and muscles, it leaves no time for the evil that invades the proverbial idle mind. Besides being engaged in ordinary drilling and in war prob lems, the men are occasionally sent to schools. The courses extend from one to five weeks, according to the im})ortance of the subject studied. It is practically imjiossihlc for one man to take every course, hut it is the aim of the otticials to have every man etlicient in as many courses as ])ossihle. I have taken several of these special courses, including that of bayonet work, grenade, automatic arms, to])ography and gas. The gas course brought hack fond memories of Father McLoughlin, as sev- eral of the chemicals used were very dear friends of his. Here I might add that the gas mask used at present is a work of genius and a great asset to the forces in the trenches. It is not an addition to manly beauty, and a ])hotograi)h of a man in uniform wearing a gas mask could hear the name of anyone, for the features are totally obscured. But this homely piece of e([ui])ment has jireserved more lives and man-powor than any other safety device now ' used in the war. 36 military experience thus far has heen very commonplace and devoid of any risks or adventures. Even the hardships have been very few and are easily home. We live in expectancy of the pass which we receive about every two weeks and, believe me, tlie visit which I paiti to dear old Loyola on one of those j)asses will he a lasting memory with me. Despite the separation from my family and friends and tlic little inconv( ' niences which must he endured, I am happy and contented. There is some satisfaction in knowing that there is a man’s work to J3e done a]id that you may he the man to do it. There is also that inexpressible feeling of knowing that if I succeed, my Alma Mater will he proud of me, and if I must make the supreme sacrifice, my memory will live with the Faculty and with the older lioys ol Loyola. Hoping to he at least an honorary member of the graduation class which for so many j ears I had hoped to attend otlicially, and fervently praying that I shall again see all the hoj s and the Faculty gathered together before I make that eventful journey over seas, I remain, Joseph Doyle. Newport, R. I. Received your letter today and was very glad to hear from you. You asked me to give you a small history of the navy life, so I will start out this way. We started from Union Sta- tion, Baltimore, Md. (five Baltimoreans and 32 from Alabama), at 12.30 P. M. on the 7th day of September and arrived in New York at 4.55 that afternoon, and had five minutes to catch the boat for Newport. We managed to get it, then we had our supper and went to lied. We arrived in Newport, R. I., at 3.30 A. M. on the 8th of Sejitemlier and walked about half a mile to the receiving building, where we lay on the cement floor until 5 A. M. After breakfast (chow) we were examined and vaccinated. After dinner we got our clothes and were put out in tents; we remained there until the 25th of September, in that time we had to dig trenches, peel ])otatoes, white-wash rooms, and work in the mess hall; after that we were sent to the Hospital School where we received typhoid injection. Now comes the best ])art of the thing — we had to go to school every morning, afternoon and night; between 4 P. M. and 7 P. M. we had to RALPH SYP.ERT lacliino (Inn Fattalion 37 vork; we had no time to Avash clothes, if we had any dirty ones we were ])ut on report. That is the way the navy life goes. Remember me to Father Pur- lell and John Welch. Please send me one of the Annuals when they are printed. I will send pictures later. James J. Robb. Camp Meade, Md. Tonight seems to be Jesuit night for me. I have just finished a letter to Mr. Nevin and am now writing to j ' ou. The coincidence struck me and after deep thought I have come to the conclusion that it is a psycho- logical or metaphysical or logical or something (which I should have learned at school) effect. Here is the way I have solved it. Saturday reminds me of confession; confession reminds me of Jesuits, and this in turn calls to mind all of the Jesuits I ever knew. Your letter arrived today and it brought to mind the fact that time is fljdng and that activities concerning The Annual are being aroused. Concerning the letter itself, beside the fact that it made me feel good, 1 only have one thing to say, no signature was necessary, the letter was so characteristic of my “boss” for eight years that I could never mis- take the mind that created it. With reference to the long letter which you request I will tell you the same thing I told Mr. Nevin; if the muse smiles upon me I will con- tribute generously, if not, I suppose I will he absent from the hall of fame, as I must confess I had been for several years. Of course, you can see a little difficulty about the letter, but you will suppose the picture part to he eas L I will send a photograph of my “map of Ireland,” but even that will be hard, for I have often said that I would rather face a cannon than a kodak, if you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Nevin. Well, Father, as I have wasted about two pages and a half merely to say that I will lie pleased to do what you suggest, I will bring this effusion of words to an end. Hoping that you and all my other dear friends at Loyola are in the liest of health, and thanking all of you once more for all the favors I have received in the past, I remain, Joe Doale. 38 Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. Your letter received and a thousand times appreciated. It cer- tainly does one good to hear from old Loyola and how she is getting along. It must make the Fathers at Loyola feel proud to know that so many of her sons are serving their country. So also does it make us feel proud to call Loyola our Alma Mater and to know that she is always thinking of us and looking to our interest. Camp life as a whole is quite dull, hut many a cheery hour is spent by the Loyola hoys of this Battalion looking hack over the days we all spent at old Lo ola. We now have one of the best Battalions in the 20th Division and there is quite a number of Loyola boys in it. Our Battalion is the Com- manding General’s bodyguard. This position is considered quite an lionor. We have a very fine site here and practically everything that a soldier could have. We are able to attend Mass every Sunday at the Catholic Church m the City of Anniston. The Mass this morning, as announced by the Pastor, Father Earley, was being offered up for the Loyola College hoys of Baltimore who are in the service. So you can see that we are making ourselves known down here. All of the boys are enjoying excellent health and are in fine spirits. Well, Father, I suppose I will close for this time, with best regards to you and all the Fathers at Loyola and all success to Loyola in all of her undertakings. Fred L. Dewrerral P. S. — Our Compaii} has been changed from E to B Company and we have another Loyola boy in our C o m p a n y, his name is Flaherty; he came from Com- pany A, 115th Infantry. My folks have some group pic- tures which 1 shall tell them to let 3 ou have. Fred. St. Mara’s Seminaral Dear Father Fleming: To the roll of honor of Loyola yo u may add the name of Corporal Harold Bayne. He Avent to Loyola some four or five years ago. 39 FRED DEWBERRA ' Machine Gnn Battalion In 1915, at the age of nineteen he enlisted in the Canadian Ainl)ulance Department, was sent to France and returned home honorably dis- charged, twice wounded in the chest and in the hack of the head. L. Hrianceau. Anniston, Ala. In those days, when you gave me the “late-slips,” I usually had a good excuse j)repared for the occasion, hut I haven’t a single excuse to offer for not answering your letter before this. I sui)pose that you may be interested in learning what we are doing and how we like the army. My j)ersonal opinion about life in a train- ing camp wouldn’t make such ai)proi)riate reading for an Annual. We are getting tired of this “watchful waiting business.’’ Of course, we understand that we need all the training and advice that we can get, but the average American when given a task to perform does not like to “make a lot of bones’’ about the thing, but wants to do it quickly and to the best of his ability. We have been bere quite a while now, so long, in fact, that some j)eople have gotten the impression that we are only dodging the draft. 1 just read a letter in the Caiholic Review, written by Russell Quinn, one of my classmates. He is in France with the 117th Trench Mortar Battery. There have been many units coming to and going from this camp, but 1 can’t say any more about them without being subject to court martial. I am certain that you know of the great work which is being done by the Knights of Columbus in the cantonments. Their hall here is a grand meeting place for both Catholics and non-Catholics. The sign above the building speaks the si)irit of the organization, as it reads: “Everybody Welcome.” It is here that we go to hear Mass, to read, to write, to see a show or a movie. The Battalion, we hope, will eventualh ' be “motorized.” We are to be e([uipped with the new Browning machine gun. We are all ex])erts in gas drills — there are only two kinds of men m a gas attack “over there” — the “darn ([uick and the dead.” We had a five-day hike last week and are jiroud of the fact that not a man from our company drojijied out during the trip. There has been considerable “do])e” around canq) lately, most of it concerning the date of our departure and our destination. If all of the rumors come true, you’ll find us at the following jilaces this summer: the Mexican border, in Panama, tbe Pbilipjiines and back in Maryland. Five of our sergeants have successfully jiassed through the Otticers’ Training Camp, among them our old friend Bill Keating. A fourth training camp ojicns shortly and undoubtedly many of the Loyola boys will attend that one. Bav Kllllv. 40 U. S. S. “Arizona.” I received your letter a few days ago and was very glad to hear from you. I am sorry that I could not an- swer you sooner, but we liave so many things to do, and besides, no mail left the ship for the last couple of da s. I am getting along fine and so far am in the best of health. I have been in some pretty rough weather and liaven’t been sea-sick yet. So metimes I think of the pleasant days at Loyola and all the sports used to liave. The only sport we have now is wdien we have target practice or gun drill. Once in a while we have a boat race or a baseball game, but when we have baseball shore to root for our teams. LIEUT. FIL-VNK KEARNEY Medicul Corps games, they don’t let enough of us go to Frank Purvis. Camp McClellan, Ala. I received your more-than-welcome letter, and certainly wais glad to hear from you once more. I take the greatest of pleasure in telling you of my experience in and around this camp. In the first place Camp McClellan is one of the largest training camps in the United States; besides. Camp McClellan is to he one ot the permanent camps, as it is a very good situation for an artillery camp, and that is what it is to he used for. I was formerly with the 115th Infantry and the schedule that wt went by w as as follows: In the morning we had reveille at quarter-past six; breakfast, or to use the boys’ term for it, mess, at seven o’clock, and at eight o’clock we had to start drilling for the first hour; we did physical exercise for forty-five minutes and then rest for fifteen minutes, after that we have the close-order drill, and for one hour we heard squads right or left, and squads right or left about; tlien we rested for 41 one more period of ten minutes and after that we went to the Bayonet eourse, and the boys always put pep and courage into the exercises and are learning very fast, because they know that they will need this exer- cise when they get “Over There.” On March the first I was transferred to the One Hundred and Six- teenth Ambulance Company, and after being here awhile I was trans- ferred to the dressing station squad, consisting of eight men and one sergeant. Our duty in the dressing station is to go out and set up two dips of a tent and to camouflage it so as if we were really on the other side we would know how to do it. When we set up a dressing station it is usually in the afternoon, and we take care of all the boxes. We are not allowed to let anyone know what is in the boxes or I would gladly tell you. In the morning we take up litter drill for one hour, followed by an hour’s lecture. Then every man that knows the semaphore drill takes out a platoon of eight or ten and teaches them the signals. With best regards to all the hoys of Loyola and to the Fathers of Loyola. Bernard J. Feehley. P. S. — I have requested my mother to let you have all the pictures lhat she has, for the purpose that you stated. Hope to receive a copy of the Annual. B. J. F. Co. B, noth M. G. B’n. Your letter was certainly a pleasant surprise. Although it has been about a month ago since I received it, and as I am answering it at this late date I supj)ose you are thinking he’s the same old “rubrum capuf whom 3 ou knew, whose predominating trait was tardiness. Well, I can’t give such an excuse as “delayed trolley” this time, and 1 will not offer any other, as I have learned that such a thing as an ex- cuse is a poor weapon of defense in the army, especially since many excuses seem so foolish. They are to me just like a rifle used in defense with no cartridge with which to strike. Excuses are inane, they very very seldom convey or rather strike where they arc intended. In this life the only way to do is to hold a rigid lower jaw and be satisfied with whatever comes. No, I am not trying to place myself on a pedestal, for I am still the reserved chap you knew. But this letter seems just like an excuse, its empty. As to that letter j ou requested, I don’t know just what kind you would prefer. It seems as though the less minutely affairs of this life, I mean the army life, are written, so much more the safety and necessary secrecy 42 is preserved. Not knowing the limits of our censorship, I will try to describe this life in a general manner. Some time ago I formed the opinion that any course in life is a great deal what one makes it. Grumblers cannot he satisfied with the liest. It’s a good life and must be taken philosophically, and I am sure lhat no one will regret after he has been through it, although going through it is not a song. Perhaps many would like to give it up if this were possible; I don’t say that the morale of our army is affected, for I am sure that all are willing to serve their country to the fullest extent; but this life, this training, the actual work, make many wish for the freedom of the civilian. I feel positive that if each one gave it sufficient thought and rea- soning they would be more content with the life. But as this monotonous training is the only means to accom- plish that one great purpose, it must he taken as one’s rea- soning powers permit. The army life is a great expe- rience, an adventure and all that appeals to youth, and above all, it puts one in a position to study life with all its various characters and duties. It is one of the courses of that great Univer- sity of Experience, which confers the highest degree, “broadmindedness.” Thus in army life one not only serves Ills country, but derives that good by which he benefits llimselt, and this m turn re- Naval Reserves fleets on the country, for a nation is what its citizens are. Well, Father, I’ve expressed my opinion of this life as best I could, and I hope that this epistle will meet with yom ' approval. It might he false reasoning, for it comes from the head of one whom that good shepherd, Fr. Geale, used to call his sheep, “stulti adolescentes.” But I’ll wager that Father Geale has a different idea about the sheep, as they were about as gentle as a cage of young wildcats. As I think of it, if they were sheep I was jet black, for that “jug” list could not be complete with- out my name. Father, it is my sincere wish that you as well as the rest of the Fathers are enjoying good health. 43 M. L. Flaherty. U. S. S. “Massachusetts.” Since von have asked me to tell you something about my life in the navy, I have decided to start by telling a little of the history of our craft. As every one knows, this shij) was the pride of the navy during the Spanish War, hut now she is rated as a second-class shij). With her !hirteen-ineh German submarine ticklers and her monitorlike lines she still puts up a very formidable appearance. She is manned by a crew that is ready at all times to do their share if only they be given a chance. At present our duty consists in patroling a portion of our coast, and although we have had no chance at the subs, still we have learned to ])rave the seas with the thermometer down to thirty below and the wind driving the cutting si)ray all over us. Vc have lost our way in ice tloes and have been kei)t awake all night by the grinding of the ice against our steel sides. However, there are many pleasant things in the life aboard ship; and the whole day, from the time the bo’s’n pipes “up all hammicks” to I he time he pipes “light the standing lights — silence on the decks,” every thing is of interest. To tell all these things would require a hook, still I will try to make clear how the average day of the “Jackie” is spent aboard ship. Out of the still morning air comes the shrill blast of the bugle. It is calling in those time-worn words: “I can’t get ’em up,” etc. The decks are alive wdth the shouts of the bo’s’ns and the “jimmy legs.” By the w ay, one of these gentlemen on our ship is no other than our old friend Harry Fenzel, distm ' ber of the peace. Sw at — crack, goes Harry’s club against the under side of the hammocks, or rather “hammicks.” A thousand white feet “hit the deck.” Shouts fill the air, “rise and shine,” “heave out and lash up,” “out cha come.” Thus ends the best time in the day’s routine and w e turn to and lash up. According to regulation this should he done in less than seven minutes; if not, there is Harry there ready to give out extra duty. The wmrd is now passed, “Give her a clean sweep fore and aft,” “Scrub dowTi all decks,” “Clean out all w ' ater-w ays and compartments.” The men turn to on this w ' ork and in short order every thing is ship-shape and time is given to clean up for mess. What a gladsome old air the bugle plays to the call; Soupy, soupy, soupy, without any beans. Porky, pork} porky, wdthout any lean. Coffee, coffee, coffee, without any cream. Mess is now piped and the men turn to and eat. Yes, I said “eat,” for what they do is certainly a shame. No meatless or eatless days in our young lives. The remainder of the morning is spent in drills. These consist of fire, collision, torpedo defense and general quarters, and are carried out wdth the utmost precision, for any cross-ups wmuld cause serious results. Mess is again set uj) at eleven-thirty and once more we 44 do full justice to our commissary. The afternoon is tilled with more drills, including boat drills and the always welcomed landing party. At tour o’clock “scrub and wash clothes’’ is piped, and the forecastle is wet down for the scrubbing party. The clothes are hung on the line and this is triced up at seven o’clock. At seven-thirty the most welcome call of all is heard, “hammicks.” These are swung and nearly every one turns in and corks otf till morning, that is if he is lucky enough not to he broken out for a watch. So you can sec that life in the navy is not as l)lack as it is i)ainted to he, but rather it is best described by that old saying, “every day in the na y is like Sunday on the farm.” I am now in the Yireless branch of the service and am coming along splendidly. It is much better than working on the deck, for the work up here is lighter and there is more to learn. I have hopes of coming l)ack some day, and then I shall have some fine stories to tell, “all gathered around the fire and the old seaman began, Tt was,’ ” etc. I wish you would let me hear more of tlie school, and tell some of the hoys to write. Joseph C. Hauf. Camp Meade, Md. I trust that you will not feel cross toward me for not mailing this letter sooner. Really it is not due to negli- gence. Here are a few notes on my impressions of camp life : During the first days of cam]) life quite a few mis- takes were made, for in- stance, making use of buck- ets marked “Fire, U. S. Q. M. C.,” for washing; this is not tolerated and is ])unish- ahle l)y having men put in “jug.” But after two weeks of camp life and with almost increasing lectures in regard to the mentioned buckets, the men felt it their personal DIEFT. WILLIA.M C. DIXTIIICUM ( u. ' irt(‘rniast(’i’ ] ( ' pt. 45 duty to quit making use of them. One striking ineideiit is tliat former v)iliee elerks cannot grasp the idea wliy tliey sliould wash dishes, sweej) or mop the floor when oidered to do so. They simj)ly can ' t figure out why their life should he one of constant labor. I agree with them that life should not he one of continuous labor, hut we are not here to fore- flush; we are here to do our hit, and most of us are everlastingly in read- iness to do it whenever called upon. Every Sunday morning at the “(i” block, Y. M. C. A. building. Holy Mass is read by Chaplain Killian, The Chaplain is most courteous and aftahlc. Always ready to do anything in order to make the life of the soldier an enjoyable one, Saturday afternoon and evening in both the Knights of Columbus auditorium and Knights of Columbus building there are two chaplains to hear confessions. On Sunda} those who have confessed attend Holy Mass and receive Holy Communion. The ma- jority of the men of Company A, 313th, arc men who profess the Catholic faith. The company commander is also a Catholic. He is a man of soldierly appearance, who has seen a score of years of service for Uncle Sam. I cannot help but praise eveiy otlicer under the supervision of my company Commander. They are capable of handling men. They have worked wonders as far as making soldiers of men who never had the slightest idea of leading a military life. It is well for our mothers to know that the officers feel a certain responsibility for those in their charge. The camp library is free to men in service. Books may be taken to the l)arracks. The library has many books of readable fiction, mil- itary science, civil and electrical engineering and many other technical subjects. We can also obtain magazines and daily papers in the read- ing-room. The library building is near the Liberty Theatre, a huge wooden structure in which musical comedies predominate. YTs, the huge liuilding is capable of seating something like three thousand men. Often times I have purchased a ticket just to drive away the monotonous thoughts of the daily routine — “squads right” and “squads left,” and other close formation movements. Every Saturday in the army is inspection day. That is to say, our held kits must be arranged accordingly. Space is too valuable to men- tion and outline the personal articles that are required to be laid out for inspection. Nevertbeless, we have our hands full in getting ready for it. The Major of the battalion journeys through our mess hall and liarracks quarters to see tliat everything is in proper shape. After in- sjiection ])asses are issued to the men, naturally the unfortunate ones remain to police around the barracks. Policing is second nature to this outfit. Photographs or snap-shot pictures are not allowed to be taken on tbe camp grounds by anyone without a War Department per- mit. I will do my level best to secure a permit and have one of my 46 friends come to camp and click the lens a dozen times. Several weeks back the en tire division camped in three of Baltimore’s prominent parks. The nights were cold and dreary. Scores of men spent a sleepless night, while the other portion tucked them- selves away in a well made-up hag of poncho and blanket. We were obliged to enter the tent on hands and knees. We have often been told that we spend one-third of our lifetime in bed. Most of the soldiers fail to realize that they prac- tically spend the other tw o- thirds of their lifetime in shoes. One consolation, the army shoes are ery roomy. We are also supplied with one pair of hiking shoes, which must be thoroughly oiled in order to preserve them and make them waterproof. Dress shoes must be neatly polished. And if one is lucky enough to he in possession of an extra pair of dress shoes, they must be placed under the side of the bed and aligned w ith toes outw ard. Visitors may be in camp without passes on Saturdays from ten in the morning until six in the evening, and on Sundays from eight till seven. My chums of childhood days are steady callers these days. Will close this letter with many thanks to Rev. Father and Faculty. Frank Swartz. CADET CD A REES PEACH Navy (Aviatiou) U. S. S. “Louisiana.” Dear Father Ennis; No doubt you will he sur})rised to hear from me and more surprised to hear where I am and wdiat I am doing. So here it is: I joined the U. S. Marines and started drilling in Norfolk, Va. The drilling continued for three months and w as quite intense wdiile it lasted. I spent a w eek at the Marine Rifle Range, where I qualified as first-class rifleman. 47 Father, reineinber me in your i)rayers, and 1 assure you that the marine will rememher you. Aquino Carew. P. S. — Be sure to let me hear from you and Father Purtell mighty soon. Fort Ozama. So far away from home! Do you know. Father, I do long for a Thursday evening at the eluh. We have plenty of music here, furnished hy the Marine Band, but we don’t have the girls or the dance floor, so why shouldn’t a fellow get lonesome once in a while? I have been in the service since the sixth of June and expected to jje sent to Newport, B. L, for training, but for some reason they figured I knew enough to start, and detailed me with the U. S. S. Marine Corps. First I was sent to Quantico, Va., then to the Philadelphia Navy Yard, then to St. Thomas, D. W. I., and now I am at rest for some time to come. As you may know, the Marine Corps has no Medical Department ot its own, so it gets men detailed from the Navy. There is not much fighting here now, hut I have been in two fights such as they were. These “spicks” don’t know a thing about a rifle and a fellow is safe if he does not get into a hand-to-hand fight. Then they sure do show you how to handle knives. I feel confident that we will he in France soon to take })art in the big drive, hut you never can tell where you will be from one day to the next. Please remember me to the club memhers, and don’t forget to write me and pray for me. Elaier M. Hayden. Field Hospital. Your dandy letter received, and I am sure a})j)rcciative of being carried on the list of old Loyola students. You can wager I get the blues down here among these dark-skinned jieojilc. I am slowly learning to speak Spanish, hut even at that, I jirefer white jicople to mingle with. I have lieen ojierated on and am just allowed light duty now. It will he every hit of a month before I can do regular duty again. We had two men die here last week and we had unexpected lessons in cmhalming, and you can believe me, it is a very distasteful job. Father, your letter was great and I will look forward to the day when I receive the next, so jilease don’t disappoint me. Elmer M. Hayden. 48 Azua, D. I. Please excuse me for neglecting to write to you for so long, but honestly I have such a large correspondence that I have a big task to write to a few each week. I received a program of the recent show the Loyola Club gave, and I imagine it was very good and regret that so much space is between dear old Lo ola and me. Father Flannigan, of St. Ann’s, sent me a copy of the list of college men serving Uncle Sam, and I am surprised and glad to see so many of my old chums in the service. I have been in this country a little more than seven months, and you can believe me, I am ready to come hack to the States. In February we started on the hike here to Azua and we made it in three days. Veiy soon I will send you some pictures. Please remember me to the club members and ask them to pray for my speedy return from tropical duty. Elmer M. Havden. Camp McClellan. Your welcome card received. Every hit of mail we get down here certainly is welcome, too. We’re not exactly home-sick, you know, l)ut such things as letters and post cards help a lot to break the monot- ony. As for the diary, I have been keeping one right along and will he glad to let you have it any time you want. Father Ooghe writes me that attendance at the College is a little slimmer than usual; a fact that all of us down here regret. We meet here at the Knights of Columbus Hall — from which I am now writ- ing as 3 ' ou have seen from the sta- tionery — every once in a while and swap news. Last Sunday I saw Stan Cook and Joe Tormey, hut the other fellows in the Machine Gun Com- tiiumas laxdy Coast Artillery 49 pany don ' t get uj) often, as their eainj) is a good four miles from here, almost on the outskirts of the town. Sergeant Jovee and I see eaeh other often. After ten weeks our life seems to grow j)leasanter daily. We arc getting reasonably busy, hut there is plenty of time for recreation. A good deal of my time is s])ent in riding, with the result that I’m getting to consider myself an expert horseman. For example, I was in the saddle last night from 7:80 until 9:30 — in the moonlight at that — yester- day afternoon, from 1:80 until 4:00, and again today during the same hours. My thoughts refuse to come connectedly now. I stopped to listen to a “nut” on the stage singing, and am trying to write with my cars given over to him and my eyes on the paj)cr. You’ve evidence of the futility of the arrangement. There has just been a very good entertainment, furnished by the Virginia Band, and now the improm])tu show is on. We have Mass at 6:15 and 10:30, with a ripping crowd at each. A week from Sunday several hundred of us are going to Birmingham to witness a Third Degree. Time’s up. I must get hack to camp. My “best” to all the Faculty. GUS BoURIiON. Washington, D. C. This is rather a late date to offer thanks for your letter, but I have i)ecn so busy studying and working that I have not had the time to write. I trust you will give the letter a little “late-slip” and pass it through. The examination was held on the eighth and the two following days, and pretty stiff at that, but as far as I can understand, Lindsay and I stood behind your letters of recommendation. Thanking you again and again for the letter. J. M. Kelley. Camp McClellan. As usual, I am late, and I am expecting to receive a late-slip and jug. But j)lease don’t make the punishment too severe, for we boys of Camp McClellan have none too easy a time of it as it is. .50 It lias been five years since we young and unsophisticated youths stood upon the stage of Loyola resplendent in our first Tuxedo and received from the hands of Father Ennis our diplomas. How proud I felt, for tomorrow I entered into the school of experience. The world was mine and my heart’s desires could he achieved hy strcteliing out my hands. I have learned since then that there are many steep and rocky paths to the road of success; but the training at Loyola shall ilways be an impregnable armor against that hated ogre, failure. The scene changes, the War Lords decided that we civilized people had enough of peace, and picking out a nation trained in military tactics and etiiciency, thrust them upon the world to wreak devastation and ruin. With the fury of Mars, that nation descended upon the innocent as well as the guilty and strove to suhdue half a world with the iron heel of autoc- racy. A year ago, good old Uncle Sam declared that he could no longer allow such a thing to be, and decided that we were in a state of war with that nation. We hoj’ s of Loj ola have nobly re- sponded to the call to protect our colors and our country. Some of us arc now in training at Camp McClellan, hut we shall soon he on our waj to lend our hands to our allies across the way, to have justice and right meted out to the peoples that are valiantly fighting for the freedom that is rightly theirs. I can tell you little that you do not know of the mighty effort this Government is putting forth to reach that end, hut perhaps there arc some few happenings of the camp that might interest you. The Knights of Columbus have materially aided to our comfort hy erecting here a hall that is surpassed by none. Here we can find enter- tainment and feeling of good comradeship. Here, also. Father O’Gal- lagher reigns supreme. A jiriest who is loved and respected hy all, and in whom advanced years have not effaced the twinkle of his eye nor his 51 ready wit. He is one of the many heroes who liave dedicated their lives to the soldiers and I am sure he will be ready to go into the thick of the fray with us when the time comes. It is an inspiring sight to see the thousands of soldiers gathered together in the K. of C. hall Sunday morning to assist at Mass. It was a wonderful sight to witness the out- door military Mass which was said at the foot of a hill in Ihe rear of the building. Tliousands of soldiers gathered upon tliis hill and, in solemn simplicity, olfered uj) their i)rayers to God. Among ourselves one of the most disturbing enemies is the bugler. Every morning at ])romptly 6:15 that pestiferous noise awakens us from our sound slumbers. In civil life it would be likened to a tom-cat that shoes and sundry articles could be thrown at; here all we can do is to swallow hard and cultivate an “I should worry” expression. I have read somewhere, th at in order that peace and quiet be obtained after tbe war, all buglers should be captured and interned in the Smith- sonian Institution. When we were informed of our first trip to the range in order that we could test our three-inch guns, great inward excitement prevailed. We had all looked forward to the time when we should actually fire the guns which we had long since become etiicient in by simulated firing. That first day was ripping, for we did wonderful work. Our German targets were smashed to smithereens. Honestly, it takes more than a little nerve to sit on the trail seat of a gun, to hear the deafening crash, watch the gun recoil and then return to battery, at the same time pulling open the breech to fling out the discharged shell. Out on the range near the targets, one gets an idea of No Man’s Land. The ground is pock- marked with shell holes, many shrapnel cases are lying around, and the man-killing shrapnel balls can easily be picked up. I was out among the targets several times as one of an observation party, and the feeling of being fired on gives one a sinking in the stomach. After getting used to the sound, I have listened to shells whistling over my head with the utmost nonchalance. One day the training camp mistook our flag for the reference point and actually fired upon us. Our com- munication was broken and we had one of the wildest rides down the side of a mountain I shall ever care to take. We felt sure they were going to fire again, and to get to safety we had to cross the range directly in front of the guns. Happily they had decided they had enough for the day and no harm was done. Our hike several weeks ago jiiit us on our mettle for what we shall actually experience later on. Our destination was a point a mile and a half outside of Piedmont, and in our maneuvers we were supposed to be defending that town against the enemy. The ten thousand men were divided into two regiments of “reds” and “blues.” In the first day of 52 maneuvers our battery in connection with the “reds” was supposed to he defending the town from the onrush of the enemy. We had several sharp battles, and in the last position we went into, we succeeded in driving out the enemy. A machine gun located an observation party of which I was one, amt we were all considered “dead.” However, the umpires rendered a decision in favor of the “reds.” The next day the “reds” were retreating from a sui)erior force of “blues.” It is much harder for the artillery to retreat than advance, be- cause so much quick action is neces- sary. We had to cross several streams, the “dough hoys” wading in up to their waist. One poor fel- low slipped, and only succeeded in making us laugh. The position we (i ianco) picked out was nearly impregnable. Machine guns were hidden in every nook along the base of a hill, while our battery swept a vast area. The first battery of “blue” walked into the trap and was annihilated. The battle in this position lasted nearly two hours, and the umpires were forced to give us the decision. A few amusing incidents kept us in good humor. A sniper ran into one of the “native’s” yards and said native came out with a shotgun saying, “I’ll help you kill them darn Germans.” Another time some women took us for Germans until they saw U. S. branded on our horses. Our march hack to camp was one to test the most seasoned warrior. We left Piedmont at ten P. M. and marched all night with only ten- minute rest periods every hour. At seven next morning a very tired yet elated hunch of fellows hiked into camp. You may rest assured that we all “hit the hay” with a vengeance. It is my opinion that this camp was never really appreciated until we came hack from that hike. Our straw mattresses and cots were like heaven in comparison to the damp, hard ground. We are to leave here soon, hut when, I do not know When w e do go across the i)ond, I am sure that our college’s standard wall not be low ered, and the Faculty will never bow their heads in shame. Kaiser Bill has something coming to him and he wdll get it. I expect to he home on a furlough soon, and then. Father, I shall he delighted to see you and the other Fathers and Scholastics. Walter A. Geraghtaa MATTHEW F. IIASLRECK 5: Paris Islk, South Carolina. Duar Father Purtell: I am back again on the Island after a very tiresome trip. For one reason, and for only one reason, I am glad that I am back; and this is because it is warmer down bere. Father, I received Holy Communion on New Year’s day, and, as you would say, slarted otf well. We have not done much since we came back from our furloughs, except to straighten things up aud get settled once more. Talking about the sunny South, we were here only about two days, when there came a tine storm which left three inches of snow on the ground. But it melted away in a few hours and the green grass reap- peared again. Please excuse this horrible scribbling, and don’t forget me in your Masses. Matthew F. Haslbeck. f (A i)ostcard received later from the above announces his safe arrival in France.) Caaip McClellan, Ala. I received a prayer book from my mother, also a holy picture from you, enclosing your blessing and I certainly want to thank you very much for it. I also hope you will pardon me for not calling to see you before I left, but we were ordered away on such short notice, that I only had an opportunity to see those at home. Troop A, Maryland Cavalry, in which I enlisted just before being sent down here, has been made into Military Police. It’s a very trying job, as we come in contact with every class of soldier and civilian, and if it were not for my Catholic training which I received at home and good Loyola, I’m afraid I would never be able to hold the job down. My brother is at Camp Meade and likes it very much. Nearly every day I go over to the Machine Gun camp, where there are so many Loyola fellows, and talk about the many happy hours we spent at school. My mother is beginning to feel tbe strain of our being away, so I am asking you, as a special favor, if you arc ever near North Calvert street, please stop in and tell my mother that I am well and happy, because I really am; but when I tell her so in my letters it does not seem to make a very deep im])ression on her. Please remember me in your prayers as I do you in mine, and also all the i)riests and brothers at Loyola. Edward T. Bees. 54 SoMEwiJKUE IN France. Your letter received, and I am indeed glad to hear from you and to learn that Loyola made such a line record when our country called so many young men to the colors. You asked me for an account of my ex- periences, but these have been few and far apart. What little I have had I will gladly tell you. Enlisting on April 11, 1917, I was sum- moned to report to be sworn into the service on April 25. When they learned my age I was turned down. This did not satisfy me, so on June 15 I applied again, and this time I was sworn into the service. I was ordered to Philadelphia in July, and on joining my regiment we were ordered to foreign service. We set sail on August 9 at 5 o’clock in the after- noon, and were all ordered below deck where we remained until 7.45 P. M. All that we could sec were the lights off Coney Island dying away in the distance. We arrived at Halifax on August 12. After leaving there we did not see land again until the morning of August 21 when we looked upon the beautiful city of Liverpool. The next day we were taken to an English camp. Everything went well until the night of August 24. It began to rain and before long the tents were an inch deep in water. Then the tents began to leak, and the first thing we knew, along came a putf of wind and down came the tents, catching all of us under them. The most important command that was ever given, was given that night, for one of the tents contained between eight to ten thousand sandwiches. The command was: “Boys, save the sandwiches.” Well we looked like a lot of drowned rats in the morning. Let me say before going any farther that the only thing the boys got to drink that night was tea. Can you imagine American soldiers drinking tea? On another occasion we were taken to a camp and put in barracks. Our beds were too high; the siirings were made of chicken fence wire; the mattresses about one-sixteenlh of an inch thick. On getting up in the morning, we had the full impression of the wire on our backs. On leaving this camj) we rode for 36 hours in a box car, thirty- two of us in a car, and the cars are not by any means as long as ours. 55 On arriving at our dostinalion, vc were taken to an artillery barraeks. We were cjuartered at the Hotel de “Stable, horses oeeiipying the first floor and we oeeiipying the hay-lol ' t. We were there tor three months, hut now we are in a fine American eamj). Well, I must stop now. Hope you will write and let me know how things are at home. J. CiiAHLES Lutts. Deah Father Purtele: I guess you think that I am a fine fellow for not writing sooner, hut there has been so much to do that this is the first spare time I have had. How is everything at home and at Loyola? I guess you know that I was the first one from the club to get to France, but I hope soon to see lots of our hoys here. Pray that this war will soon he over, and that God will send us hack before long. a GROTT’ of LOYOLA CLUR MEMRFRS Standing— CAMFRELL CO.XXOR, THOMAS ARTIIFR, El). LYNCH, FRED. DEWR ' ERRY, WILLIAM KEATING, STEPHEN CAMPRELL Second Row — INAGO .lAMIESON, FRANK Ale ( ' ANN. LOFIS McKERNAN, CYRIL CRONIN, CILVRLES HOOPER First Row— EDAVARH WOODS, ALP.ERT DONEGAN, AIURRAY SWEENEY, CYRIL .lAAIIESON Reclining — LER OY WINTERS 56 Camp Mills. How is old Loyola and all of its relatives? It surely would be a strange sensation to walk into your office once more and say that my absence the previous day was due to the unforeseen death of my grandmother. They were great days. Father, and I am now beginning to appreciate them. I am here with Mary- land’s “Premier au Feu,” or rather, Maryland’s “First to France.” I enlisted in the service as a coast artilleryman, but through the unexpected kind- ness of the War Department I am now a Trench Mortar Batteryman, being a member of the 117th Trench Mortar Battery of the “Rainbow Division.” So far Maryland’s representation is held in lofty repute by the remainder of the Division. We are the youngest outfit in the division, but we are supposed to be the best drilled. How true the supposition is I cannot say, but at every parade, so far, we were complimented for having the best company front. I believe Juvenal said that it was impossible to enumerate the advantages of a fortunate military career, but don’t you believe him; take Sherman’s word for it because he was right. There is no such thing as a “fortuna” in a life that begins at 5.15 A. M. and ends at 6.15 P. M. with seven and a half hours of drill in between. However, I am very well pleased; in fact, I am better pleased here than I would be at home. Of course we must work, and work bard, but still someone must do it, so why not one who has no responsibilities or dependents. We are all on the anxious bench awaiting the order to “pack up.” This will be a welcome command to one who has been expecting it for weeks. Give my best regards to all of the Fathers and the fellows, and remember me occasionally in your Masses, for we may need prayers very much when we are sailing across on the transport. Write to me when you have time. Father, I would like to hear some college news. Raamoxd Furlong. 57 SoMKwiiKHK IN France. Your letter was received today and I surely was glad to hear from you. After I had written the letter I was very sorry because, in my estimation, I had been entirely too familiar in my diction. Pardon me. Father, I really did not realize the “freshness” of the letter until later. You see I was very hapi)y, and I just wrote the first thing that entered my mind. Loyola is surely well represented in the Army and Navy. You asked me to add to your list. I shall do so by telling you that you have neglected to include James Cassidy who went to Loyola about tive years ago and who is a member of this Battery. Well, Father, at last we are “Over There,” somewhere in France. We had quite a long and dangerous journey before we got here, but nevertheless here we are, and I am glad of it. First, because we have far better quarters here than we had at Camp Mills. We have beds — not army cots, but beds; hot showers, writing room, amusement room, canteen, and in fact, we have everything to contribute to our comfort, I must say, however, that we have far better quarters than any other troops over here. The only real difference between being in the States and over here is that we are far away from home. Naturally, because of the difference in language, we have more ditiiculty in getting what we want. But somehow or other we generally manage to get it. I have been studying French quite diligently, but even at that it takes quite a long time to make yourself understood. You should tell the other college fellows what they will be “up against” when they get here so that they will come slightly prepared. The work over here on the Trench Mortars is very interesting, but Father you can believe me that it is hard as “the mischief.” Recreation is not scarce even if the work is hard. We always have plenty of time to ourselves and we generally have some way of spending it. I have seen some very beautiful cathedrals, and lately I attended Benediction. I have often admired the beauty of the services at Loyola, but the pomp, splendor and beauty of that one service overawed me. It was beautiful and inspiring. It is not ditiicult to go to confession over here because there are so many priests in the uniform of France as privates. Catholic chaplains are verij, very scarce. Everything over here is just as it was two hundred years ago and more. Such antiquity — it seems as though France is going backwards instead of progressing. Well, Father, give my regards to all the priests and students at the College and wish them a Merry Christmas and a Hai)i)y New Year for me. Hoping to hear from you, I am, Raamond B. Furlong. 58 SOMEWHERI-: IN FrANCE. The quotation “Life is real, life is earnest” is ever present in iny mind. When I reflect awhile I wonder if our present life is a “real one.” First, the life consists of a week’s stay in the trenches; secondly, return- ing to a rest billet, where we sleep in a peaceful hayloft above a pretty pig-sty, and eat our meals in a barnyard, but as the French always say, “It is the war.” Never doubt that this life is earnest. Father, because we must all take our hats off to Sherman’s terse description of war. How- ever, let us not complain, someone must do it, so why not we? America, I suppose, is wondering what the American Forces are doing; well, as far as I know, they have been very successful in every attack they have undertaken. Despite the fact that there have been some Americans killed, it is admitted that they surely accounted for some before falling under the bayonet. Our battery has lost one man and had three wounded, but we were very fortunate. On the day of our comrade’s death the conditions were very alarming, that is to say, the heavy bom- bardment seemed to foretell a big in- fantry attack; hut, Father, the Artillery and Trench Mortars surelj gave us the deuce. It was on this day that several members of the battery earned a citation in French orders. That night there were two gas attacks but none of the fellows succumbed. After the attack there is an odor of horse-radish; this is the German mustard gas. Isn’t it surprising. Father, that a col- lection of individuals supposedly cul- tured, should use their intelligence and ingenuity for the purpose of inventing devices with which to torture their brothers and sisters of the human ra ce; and yet the majority of the American populace would like to have peace and are earnestly looking forward to an early peace. Peace! yhat a comic opera affair would be a peace at this time on this “No annexations, no indemnities” foolishness. The only method is “Victory and then peace.” This may take a long time, but it is neces- sary, so why consider the time? In America you all wonder how the French method of purchasing is acquired by the American soldier. Tliis is the method: you simply say “Comme Ca” and talk the rest with the deaf and dumb language. However, you should try to buy a cork- screw when you have no bottle on which to demonstrate vour “Comme Ca.” 59 So wc have one hundred and sixty boys in llie serviee. That is a good showing, and I liope they will all be otlieers some day. Here’s “Bonne Cdianee to everyone of them. Father, write me a long letter, please, heeause you eannot imagine how anxious I am for news of the “College” sinee you know that “The College” was always my seeond home. Kindly remember me to Fathers Ennis and O’Carroll, and also to my former teachers. Hoping this letter will find you in as good health as the sender wishes to be. R. B. Furlong. To A Former Classmate, Eugene G. Morris. March 14, 1918. Dear Gene: Your letter of February 10 was received today, and believe me, I was glad to hear from you. We are back at the rest billets for a four- daA ' rest after our turn in the lines, and I will assure you that letters were very, very consoling. Well Gene, at last we have reached the acme, the peak of our endeavors as soldiers, and by gosh I will tell you it is hell and I won’t apologize for saying “hell” because that is exactly what it is. For four days the Hun let out his artillery on our emplacements and we felt it. The fellows stood up well but the battery is nothing but a bunch of kids around nineteen and twenty. One of our battery gave up his life for the cause and another was wounded. However, we were rather fortunate considering all the Dutch gave us. This is a wonderful life, full of thrills, new adventures and sights, ever changing but always requiring you to hold back a little sand for the greater moment. We have, that is the American soldiers, given the Hun everything — light and heavy artillery, “over the top” and trench mortars, and I hope to the Lord they felt it. There are many things about this i)art of the front I could tell you but I think the Censor might object. I suj)posc you would like me to give A ou a “line of crap” so I shall try to i)lcase you. In my travels I have come up with Indian troops and tliey i)resent ])robably the most j)eculiar api)earance of any of the allied soldiers. These Indians, how- ever, were not for fighting but for heavy work — since, as I have learned, they are not pln sically fit for fighting. The English “Tommy” is the boy. You should sit and talk to him about Ypres (“Wipers” they term it), and listen “Aw we gave um ’ell.” Tlie British boy is clever as is also the French “poilu”; but tbeir appearances are entirely diherent. Every French soldier has his 60 mustache, while the “Tommy” is a clean-shaven, smart-looking chap. Yes, we have quite a few aeroplanes here, and about one battle in the air every day. These prove very interesting. The papers report that the Camp Meade boys are seeing the grim side of war — they were issued their death tags. “It is to laugh”; wait until the heavy and light Dutch Artillery, a battery of “Minnies” and a gas attack come upon them at once, then they might be seeing a little of the grim side. Pardon me, I am very indiscreet to forget that some of my classmates and friends may follow me some day, and I do not wish to discourage them. Joking aside, life in the American Force is not so bad. Eating is the principal pleasure in the Army and you would be astounded if you knew just how the American Force was being fed. Then there are diversions, not many, but sutiicient to keep you from becoming morbid. I am writing this letter on the top of my mess pan while I am lying on my bunk in a hayloft. Fine quarters, not cold and not so bad as some I have had. When you are billeted, you are liable to get anything from a chicken-house to a pig-sty. However, if you are an experienced man you can make yourself comfortable in either. You will notice that I am using French Y. M. C. A. paper; this is due to the fact that we are just back of the lines and Y. M. C. A. shacks are few and far between. Well, D. S. J., your dis- sertation on love proved not a little amusing. Continue, and with the development of a good style, you will also acquire ready wit. I deeply regret that my letters are not embellished with sweet sounding phrases and infrequent words; but soldiering and studying branch otf at the cross roads. Well, Gene, give my re- gards to all the fellows and write as often as possible. Wishing you good luck in your studies, I am as ever, a true friend. Bud R. Furlong. At extreme left LIEUT. .T(� HN .1. OUINN CIT) Aviation (Picture taken at Nice) 61 Somewhere in France. Your letter of March 7 reached me 3 ' esterday and I hasten to reply, hoping that this letter and the pictures I am sending will arrive in time to be of some use. I will send a write-up of the doings in “Balti- more ' s Own Hospital,” describing our arrival and the activities fol- lowing up to date. I have been able to get some very good photographs of our hospital, but as they are about 5x8 inches I will have to send them separately. The negative is of Lieutenant Joseph Martindale who needs no introduction to Loyola basketball followers. I would appreciate it greatly if after using the pictures you would send them to my people as I am sure they will want to keep them. They are the rarest set of pictures that ever left this hospital and thanks are due to our commanding officer and Dr. Brun, our censor, for letting me send them through. I am sorry to hear that the classes have been diminished so greatly l)y the enlistment of students, but this is rather a credit to the College, showing that the men who would ordinarily have come to Loyola are now in the service of their country. Your letter to me has created a wide interest in the coming Loyola Annual among the men here, and everybody is asking me to write for a few copies. Would it be possible to send us several? Joseph Skrentny. March 20 (received April 10). Well, I arrived over here yesterday, and believe me it was “some” long trip. I’m not allowed to mention what part of England I’m in, or to mention the line or ship that I came over on, or what kind of work is going on about me. We docked at Liverpool, and from there I was sent here. I also am not allowed to tell how maii} men came over with me. The place here is, at present, occupied by the British, but we are gradually taking it over. English money seemed a bit strange at first but I am learning rapidly. The food supply is very scarce. The civil population is allowed only four ounces of meat a week. The bread resembles ginger- bread of the U. S. A. We are allowed three thin slices a day. Paper is very scarce also; so much so that newspapers are about 12 x 10 , with a couple of sheets and cost a nickle. The only place of any importance is ten miles away. We have all night leave every other night. The railroads are very small and antique. The engine, coaches and freight trains resemble toys. I never realized we were at war until I came over here. Hospital Service. 62 Somewhere in France. Received your letter last night and was indeed glad to hear from you. Now that Fritz is quiet this morning, I think I will write that long letter you asked for. It was surely bad news to hear of the disbanding of the Basketball team, but I think when we get hack we will all he in better shape and then we will let the Blue and Gold fly again. Am very sorry. Father, hut it will be impossible for me to send you any snap-shots, be- cause my camera is in back of the lines and I expect to be on the front for two more months. Now I will try and tell you of the part the 117th Trench Mortar Battery took in the bat- tles of St. Patrick’s day. We received orders to fire fifty shots at five o’clock. As there were six guns going to shoot, we shot three hundred bombs. From the out-posts you could see several German dug-outs. This was what we were supposed to do : destroy those dug-outs. Well, at exactly one minute to five our gunner had puf in his charge and was waiting to light the fuse for the first bomb. When it started we were all on our toes. We had fired forfy shofs when Fritz at last woke up and started to come back at us. We finished shoofing our fifty, and orders came to shoot fifty more. We had fired forty of these when the officer in charge of our gun came down and looked around. Then he told us to hurry and shoot our next ten as Fritz had taken a picture of our guns from an airplane and was shooting in a bracket at us. I will tell you what is meant when they say “shooting in a bracket.” Fritz will fire one shot in back of you; one to each side of you, and then he places one right in the center. Having finished shooting our second fifty, we started for our dug-out as there is where we stay when the “dough hoys” go over the top, for you see we are up in the first and second line trenches. We had no more than camoutlaged our guns and gone about ten feet when Fritz fired his last shot in the bracket. After that you could not distinguish the gun from the amount of shrapnel falling about it. So you can imagine what we would have gotten if we 63 had remained there about ten seconds longer. That is the reason for my saying that the fellows will he in better shape for basketball when they get back. On the front, where we are now, not one American soldier has been captured by the Huns, and, what is more, we don’t exj)ect to let them capture anyone. The most nerve-racking thing in this war is when you arc sleeping soundly in bed, about two in the morning, dreaming of home and all the rest, for someone to run up to you and yell “Gas” Then it is an awful scramble to get your mask and put it on, and say good-bye to the rest of that morning’s sleep. Well, Father, I will write again as soon as I get a chance. With best regards to everyone. Norbeut T. Marley. Somewhere in France. Today I received my first mail from the States. It was a Christmas letter from you and I surely appreciated being remembered. I had not actually left for this part of the world by Christmas, but it was on December 25 that our boys left our camp at the American University. Shortly afterwards they reached their port of embarkation and were soon on the high seas. For a couple of weeks prior to that time I w as busy cleaning equipment and was in New York. I attended my Christmas midnight Mass at 16th street, and incidentally saw Andrew Hotfman and Paul Brown, of college days. We had a “peach” of a trip over. Of course all were anxious, but a good convoy made everything safe. I hear on good authority that several U-boats were caught near our course. It may be all just rumor. “Abandon Shij)” drill was our big trick, and twice the call came in earnest. The first time several people re])orted a periscope. Then we ran all over the Atlantic in a zig-zag way to throw out the sub’s calcu- lations. After quite a wait our five-inch gun, on the port side forward, boomed out, and I understand that another ship of the convoy reported later that we had picked our sub. All we saw was a school of porpoises and they may easily have been the cause of the whole scene. The second real thing came when a gun boomed out six shots, quickly smashing to pieces some floating spars. These things have to be fired on for it may he camouflage or a mine, or, as in this case, just spars. I hajipened to be one of the officers assigned to lookout work. Army men do this work on the transjiorts in addition to the Navy men, so that about two jiairs of eyes are ujion each small sector. Indeed the whole watch is continually about thirty-two men and that is pretty good protection. 64 A wait in a quaint old port was the next thing on the bill; then a ride in coaches of all styles and ages, ye lacked comforts and con- veniences, not just luxuries, but still we were lucky not to land in box-cars. Eventually we reached our present home. Atl the troops are bil- leted in a nice little muddy French town. The boys are in barns and store-houses, while we occupy spare rooms in the houses. Most of the otticers are very comfortable, and the men manage quite well as they get accustomed to this mode of living. Yesterday I attended Mass at the little chai)el here and it was very noticeable that all the able-bodied men are gone. Just one cha}), physically and m e n t a 1 1 y “gone” was there, together with an old man or two. All the others were women ex- cept for the goodly percent- age of our hoys. This coun- try has suffered but it is game and we surely have a won- derful example to follow. Then, too, the English boys can show us something to strive for. It is a game with them and they certainly play it, taking their chances, laughing over the brightest side and forgetting the other. The “Boche” simply cannot beat this sjnrit, and I only wish we could train our own good boys with their sense of humor, and do it quickly. In the line, it is work; back of the line it is eat, live, dress and joke. That is the rule and all try to live up to it. We are here and so we trv to make the best of it. LIET’T. JEIiO-ME JOYCE InfaiiTry Many thanks again. Father. I “sure” do wish you were with us. It seems to me that General Black, Chief of Engineers, would be helped out a good deal if one of you would volunteer for work with our “gang.” Best regards to all. 65 Joe Hanlon. (From a Loiter of Lieiil, Hanlon lo His Mother). There is getting to l)e lots of seerels about me, and you ean guess who I am, but I must not tell when, where, whenee, whither or why. So you see I eome and go, and leave a big (jueslion mark after me. In the eourse of time we left our i)orl, and riding some of Franee’s most picturesque railroad ears of all classes, we hit our next stop again in the course of time. I have learned to sleep in knots, for some it was not; but I squeezed in quite a good deal of rest all bundled and pulled up on a seat in a first-class coach of the vintage of ’76 or there- abouts. Still it was newly upholstered and I really feel ashamed that we left our foot-prints so widely scattered over it. So much for the trip, and now I must turn to the weather. In a censored letter, this is the main toj)ic of conversation and really quite the thing to use. It is France in which we live, and the weather is French, I suppose. It just rains and keeps on raining, and we are quickly learning to always have wet feet. I heard that this was part of our training, and now I see it is essential. Of course the sun or stars are seen occasionally. But they are no sign, for a moment later a cloud swoops across the sky and does its work much like a good and faithful soldier, always on the job. Another big event to be recorded is the getting of a “shower bath.” We discovered a nice little wash-up house with an ollicers’ tower, and now we all “feel strange” as Judson put it. Luck has been with us so far and I hope it keeps up so, because these baths are quite refreshing and essential. Just now we are billeted. That means we live about in the struc- tures of the neighborhood. The boys live in barns and store-houses, the ollicers in rooms which the Government rents from the owners. This helps these folks along considerably, and it also helps us along. Dave Mooney, a first lieutenant, and I landed together and we do i)retty well. He is good Irish, as the name shows, and we expect to sneak off together to the little French church which I see nearby. The folks here are also Catholics, and so I am in pretty good surroundings. We are really comfortable, with a nice dry and warm room, and Dave enjoys a real bed while I stick to my army cot. All of which reminds me of some dope I just recently received. While I was in New York, away from the troop, the Major one day called the fellows together and told of a letter just received asking il we wanted a Chaplain. Well, as he said he would do, he decided that we would have a Chaplain. Next he left it to the ollicers to vote for the denomination desired and their choices were allowed. I was away, but still a Catholic is the pick. All of the old army men spoke up lor one I understand, and Lieutenant Benbein wrote “(ilatbolic” for all of Iheir choices. I wonder if some of the Jesuits could land with us il they 66 only tried. You know I believe that it might be arranged pretty well if you could tell them to get in touch with General Black, Chief of Engineers at Washington. Well, that is about all that 1 now have on my mind. I do hope this gets to you in some sort of seasonable time, because up to now mail service has been very unsatisfactory. I find that we can buy stuff over here at pretty good prices, but I do not expect to want for much. I guess coffee is the most missed thing. It is queer stuff ' they serve here. Best love to all. Joe. France. I was greatly pleased to hear from you. The college news looked good, as it ahvays does, and as long as I cannot drop in to sec you, all that helped a great deal. Such a copy of The Annual as you mention, LUYOl.A BOYS YITII A l UIKXl) (iOINO TO MASS THE EUIEXD, CIIAKLES IIOOBEU, INAGO .TA-MIESON, MUBBAY SWEENEY, BAEl’H SYBEBT GYBIL JAMIESON, EBANK McCANN would he very interesting; hut for some of us the information we send you will he brief and, I fear, unsatisfactory. That is the fault of all my letters these days and it is all because of the special work in which this regiment is engaged. 67 Thai makes me think of the Chaplain. Father, even if ve could get a Chai)lain, he would he able to do little lor all of us. We arc forever si)lit up, and while some will be in northern France, others will be in southern. It is the sj)ecial work again, and while it does that, it also lands us near a village for billeting. Thus I have been able to get to Mass nearly every Sunday. An Fngiish Chaplain said the Mass in a certain village where I was. I had the ])Ieasure of being his altar-boy. It was ([uite an allied combination, d ' he church, built in Ibtit, was French; the i)riest was a cai)tain in the Fngiish Army, and the server, myself, a lieutenant in the American Army. We come in contact with every sort of soldier and with “sislors” of all nations. It was because of this that I have had my last i)artics over here. For a while we were located near a Canadian hospital, and it surely was great to go over and chat with these girls, so much like our own i)eoplc. We had a couple of dances in this place and it struck me immediately that Americans arc dancers compared to the other nations. None of the English or Australians seemed to take to it, so we just had to keej) busy and try to entertain the girls. When we first reached France, we sjient a month and a half getting our elementary training in our special game. Then we were all par- celled out to other companies; one jilatoon of us to one company, and have thus been trained more deejily in the details of the work. In less than a month I have been with three such companies in dift’erent jilaces and so. Father, I learn a great deal about the geography of Fr ance. Up to date the language has been a jiuzzle, and I think that I shall leave it so. Most of the shop people can s])eak enough English for me, and I am satisfied to talk to American and British troops, leaving the French, Portuguese and Belgians alone. I greatly regret being compelled to write such letters, but then I cannot tell my work on any location, and so there is much of interest which I keep to myself. But I can tell the spirit of things. The fellows are all “fed up.” fhat is good “Trench English” and, of course, we all look for peace. When a man is in the trenches, he loses the wide range of mental vision which the folks have back home, and he cannot so clearly see the end we are fighting for. It is a rather hojieless ajijiearing war when you get into a trench and each side hammers the others a little but makes no material gain. 68 Of course, at the Somme it is a case of loss of men versus loss of land, and we all believe that the Hoche paid dearly for all he gained. If his men and the nation realize that the greatest offensive could not smash the line, then per- haps pressure will be brought to hear on the powers and an end to the war will come. A real mili- tary decision seems quite impos- sible to me. Another queer thing that quickly comes to all is the feeling of fatalism. If the bullet has your initials on it, it will get you. So the boys go out, enter zones of danger and are able to laugh at the quips that are all ready to spring. “Getting the wind up” sounds odd to the un- initiated, hut it is quickly under- stood when a man has once been under danger. As a crowd stands in a trench, some sharp ear suddenly detects the peculiar tone of a “Minnie.” It is a huge shell of high explosive, fired from a trench mortar, and it has a radius of danger of about thirty feet or so — steel, earth or shock are the means of injury or death. Well, that whine once recognized, reveals the possibility of danger and heljilessness, and the muscles involuntarily tighten, every nerve is alert, the man drojis to a natural position of protection and with “hollow feeling” awaits the verdict. He has the “wind up.” It does not take actual danger to do it, either. Tlie imagination alone can accomplish it, and when friend Boche is quiet, not even throw- ing up the usual lights, the feeling will come. They have an idea that it is a calm before the storm, and they await tlie blow, not knowing when or how, or whence it is coming. Tliere arc many such words — a war slang it is, and I could go on. “Dud” is also expressive and it means a thing which fails to work. You can get it as a shell crosses over, many a hundred yards clear. It 69 whistles and strikes, no explosion eoines; just a dull thud ot“ impact — it is a “dud.” Perhaps you know all these new terms of ours, passed down chietly from the “Tommy” and the Aussie or the Scot and now taken up by the “damn Yank” as we are attectionately called. I ho])e, however, that it is news to you. Up to date my contact with Americans has been confined to men in my own crowd, hut soon we hojie to run into others of the boys, and if any of them are infantry, well. Father, “My hat is off to the infantry.” They are the real men of this war. I fear I write at too great length so shall stop. Father, remember me to all of my old friends of the Faculty and students, and many thanks for your prayers. These are the greatest heljis, though letters are the greatest jileasure; and may your prayers bring jieace to the boys who survive, and jieace also to those whose lads “go West.” Joseph T. Hanlon. (The dashes in the following letter indicate censored passages). Somewhere off the Coast of France, May 5, 1918. Your letter of March 7 received, and it certainly shows that you do not forget your boys. At the same time it gives me more pleasure to receive a letter from you than I can express in words; it shows that you are with us to bring this war to an early end, and bring back the good old “Red, White and Blue” all decked with victory. I have been over here for ten months now and will try my best to tell you all about it as far as the censorship rules will permit. I am on a , and now, more than before, we feel the strain of America’s output, for we arc con- stantly kept on the job, most of the time out on the stormy sea. We leave port somewhere in France and proceed on duty assigned. Slowly a black or camoullaged shai)C heaves in sight, moving along at a fair speed. Then you see a bow followed by one, two, three or four funnels. Signals are exchanged, the . Suddenly something else appears some distance off. It looks like a small stick dancing up and down on the water with a wake following it, with the ship between it and the moon. The ship gives a frightened scream and, followed by a jangle of bells, trying to turn and run in terror of that stick among the waves; but the stick dances on, following swifter than the telling. In a few seconds a , with its knife-edge bow, tears through the water at a terrific speed out of the darkness and blazes away with its , then jiasses over the sjiot where the stick had been and , some- thing off ' the , as it races clear, a detonation is heard which shakes the big shij) and causes the sea to shoot a sjiout. Bubbles come up from 70 the spot, followed by a thick scum of oil where the stick had been. Thus is another transport brought into port safely and its human cargo discharged. We put into port and this is our life : Morning, rise and shine up all hammocks, turn to coaling ships which lasts most of the day, then if there is time enough, a few hours ashore on liberty; return to ship at 9.30 P. M. Next morning start rigging ship for sea or, if not going out, camouflage ship (new name for painting ship), always on the go from morning until night. After a few days in port we proceed to sea as before. If it is rough, you have to be content with a cup of coffee and some hard-tack with canned beef; if the cook can make some souj) you get a bowl, or maybe some stew — that is if the pots will stay on the galley range. I will close my letter with best wishes to you and all at dear old “Loyola” from war-ridden France. I shall always uphold the honor of the college that is proud of me. Please write real soon. Marion Kaminski. almn Irutlirra tn tlfp My Dear Father FjNECi vx: Caaip Joseph E. Johnson, Jacksonville, Fla., 23, 1918. It seems like a far call from the careless case and legal humdrum of Baltimore to this ever busy ever changing life of preparing to take my sliarc in the feeding, elotliing, equipping and supplying of the vast army which we are sending over to France; but the transition came easy, and 1 am thoroughly enjoying every minute of it and am putting the very best of what 1 have left in me into my work. The mere thought of what a tremendous country this will be after the war, with its millions of young men changed from non-productive mental, moral and physical weaklings to strong, healthy constructive units, to a people who build and do things with their hands, is enough in itself to furnish a stimulus to anyone, and that is the spirit that seems to prevail generally through- out the army. The thing is so gigantic, so stupendous that one has to pause and think about it and then think again, and then give it up. Tlie Quartermaster Department, while quite as important a branch of the army as the line (I think it was Napoleon who said that an army was only as strong as its belhQ, seemed to be very little known in Baltimore, when I left. Since Fve been here I don’t think I have met more than four Baltimore boys, so somewhat of our camp may prove of interest to those at home. Camp Joseph E. Johnson, named in honor of the Confederate General of that name, is beautifully situated on the St. John’s River about twelve miles from Jacksonville, the largest seaport and the principal city of Florida. Like all similar camps it covers a very large area of ground with plentj of available land immed- iately surrounding it for enlargement if necessary. It is within easy access to the quaint old city of St. Augustine and the Atlantic Ocean. The beach is unlike any I’ve ever seen, being between a hundred and two hundred yards wide, of sand as hard and smooth as a concrete road. It extends in that manner for miles at a stretch. The soldiers are allowed a twenty-four hour ])ass each week, and arc encouraged in all forms of healthy recreations. The camj) is i)rimarily one of instruction in the workings of the Ouarterm aster Department and is, I believe, the only one of its kind in the country. The recruit is taken on his arrival and i)laccd in a detention camj) for a i)eriod of two or three weeks, where he undergoes a series of thorough ]diysical examinations and receives his vaccinations and triple ty])lioid inoculations. During this period he appears before a personnel or qualification board and is exhaustively examined as to what he has done in civil life. At tlie cxi)iration of his detention period the authori- ties are then able to assign him to tliat branch of the service for winch he is best etiuipiied. For instance, if a man has been working for a railroad 72 he will probably be assigned to the Transportation Department; if for one of the big packing concerns, like Armour or Swift, to the sustenance De])artment and so on. There is work for all no matter what one can do. Chautleur, Mechanic, Machinist, Electrician, Cook, Blacksmith all fit into their particular niche and make a homogeneous whole. The recruit is then assigned to a company in the camp proper, and is sent to school for a period of from one to three months as the occasion may require. Upon the completion of his course (or before if neces- sity demands), he is sent either to France or to one of the cantonments in this country ready to do his part intelligently and etliciently. By far the majority go to France, as there is great need of Quartermaster men there now. So you can see what an attractive branch of the service it is. One other little point is this: The Quartermaster Department is no place for the coward any more than is any other branch of the service. The front line trenches have to be taken care of as well as the reserves, and there will be plenty of excitement for all. Promotion is easy and rapid for the man with brains who is a willing worker, and there is no excuse for the man who leaves the camp without a rating. The hours for schooling and study are interspersed with hours for drills, military 73 .JOSEI ' IJ IIAXEKE, Yeoman. tactics and athletics (baseball, volley ball, running, jumping, pole vault, boxing, etc.), so you can see that we put in a verj busy day and a well balanced one from Reveille to Retreat (5.45 A. M. — 5.15 P. M.) 1 hope I have not bored you. Father, with this account of our work, but it occurred to me that a good many of the boys would be asking your advice as to entering the army and that you might find this helpful in directing them. The Quartermaster Department is well worthy of the serious atten- tion of a young man about to enter the army, especially with one educa- tionally equipped as at Loyola. If young blood must be served, there is plenty of exciting work in the Motor Cycle and Tank Divisions which we are constantly called upon to fill up. The Camp Chaplain is a Catholic Priest, and a Jesuit by the way. Father Tallmadge, a former professor at the University of Detroit. He is a fine man for the job, and I am very fond of him personally. I have been talking so much about my work, that I have neglected to tell you anything about myself, but I will take off another hour real soon and tell you some of my own experiences, amusing and otherwise. For the present I am well, contented and doing my duty in this awful crisis and — sufficit. W. Howard Gahan. (A Letter From A Recent Member of the Faculty). Pittsburgh University, Training Detachment. Although we have been here only a week, we have had drilling enough for a month. Our work so far has consisted of nothing but drills, but we expect to go into the shops in a few days. As I understand it, we are to be instructed in war mechanics as applied to automobile and aeroplane motors, and after this three months’ course, some of us are to be sent over seas; this latter part is merely a rumor and you know an army camj) is a very jirolific source of rumors. We have about tliree hundred and fifty fellows from Raltimore City and the counties, and taken as a unit they are above the average in intelligence. Please remember me to the priests, brothers, scholastics and the boys at Loyola. Joseph L. Rrown. 74 CAPT. AUSTIN McC. McDONNELL, U. S. A. Coast Artillery. The Annual is fortunate in be- ing able to publish the pictures ot three brothers who are serving their country, all of them former Loyola students. Major John Chilton McDon- nell, U. S. A., entered Loyola in 1899. He received the degree of A. B., from the college, as of the class of 1907. Major McDonnell was first at- tached to the cavalry, but was later transferred to the aviation corps. He is stationed at present in Houston, Texas, where he is instructor in aviation and superin- tendent in charge at Ellington Field. Captain Austin McDonnell, U. S. A., came to Loyola in 1901 and took his A. B. degree in 1909. He MA.TOP .TOIIN CHILTON McDONNELL, U. S. A. Aviation. LIEUT. EDWAUD OKIHCK McDONNELL, U. S. N. Aviation, 75 is attached to the Coast Artillery, and is now President of the Board of Insi)eetion of New England Colleges. Lieutenant Edward Orriek MeDonnell, U. S. X., began his studies at Loyola in 1903. Eroin the High School, he went to the Naval Academy at Annai)olis. He was an ensign when he had the honor of raising the American flag over Vera Cruz. Eor “extraordinary heroism” at that city, he was awarded a medal of honor. Lieut. McDonnell has just returned from “Over There,” where with accurate aim he has been dropping bombs on the enemy; for like his brother Major McDonnell, the Lieutenant is a skilled aviator. He is at present in this country on im])ortant otticial business, hut hopes to return soon to the front. Slip Birtim JOIIX (JAXSTER. JOHN (JAXSTEU. I’cforc Ecaviii;; for Eranco. In Erance. It is with dee]) regret that the Annual announces the death of the Tirst Loyola hoy to become a victim of the war. Ensign John Ganstcr, sanctuary hoy at St. Ignatius and student at Loyola High School gave his life for his country on Saturday May 18, 1918. .John was born in Baltimore on A])ril 24, 1893. His simple, earnest ])iety attracted him to the sanctuary, and in 1903 we find him enrolled 76 among the altar boys of St. Ignatius Church, who were at the time under the direction of Rev. Henry W. McLoughlin, S.J. In 1907, John entered Loyola High School. He is still remembered by some of the older of the present students, who were then in the pre- paratoiy department, as a noted athlete, particularly excelling in swim- ming contests in which he had won many prizes. After finishing the High School course he began the study of law at the University of Mary- land. Having been admitted to the bar, he took otticcs with his brother H. Walter Ganster, Jr., also a former Loyola student. Fond of physical exercise, John was a member of the Baltimore Ath- letic Club. He was one of the relay team of four from the club, which established the swimming record for 160 yards some years ago, a record wdiich has not yet been broken. He was a member of the water polo team that took part in the Oljmipic games at Stockholm, Sweden, several years before the war. A month prior to the breaking out of hostilities between the United States and Germany, young Ganster offered his services to his country. He was recorded among the 800 volunteers from Maryland called for by the Navy Department, though he was enlisted before the call was issued. An opportunity was off ered to six of the 800 to go to the Navy Aviation School at Pensacola and he volunteered again. Early in May 1917 he returned to Baltimore, and on May 21, just one year less three days before his death, he sailed for France. Shortly after arriving abroad he was sent to Scotland. Here he com- pleted his training in aviation and received his commission as ensign. Letters, which he wrote frequently to his parents and family, indicate til at he had been sent to France and would be on duty near the Western front. A letter written to a friend and published in the Baltimore Sun tells how he had finished his aviation course and had been breveted a “pilot militaire.” “It is a great life” he added, “I finished the course in five hours and twenty minutes of flight, and believe me, they were five exciting and fast hours.” Writing of a funeral he attended shortly after he arrived in France, he wrote: “Poor Barrett had the honor of being the first American killed on duty in this terrible war. It seems to me to be an empty honor, but the French have made much of it. I was one of the squad that fired a parting salute over his grave.” This form of “empty honor” was also to be his; a melancholy honor, but a distinguished one “to be made much of” by those who revere his memory, that he should be the first of Loyola’s sons to lay down his life for his country. On Saturday, May 18th, his jiarcnts received a letter from him; on that same day, by a strange coincidence, his own summons came. A telegram from the Bureau of Navigation to his fattier announeed the sad news: “The Bureau regrets to inforni you that your sou, John Ganster, was killed on May 18, 1918, in a seaplane aeeident in Franee. On aeeount of the mili- tary laws of Franee, it will be impossible to send home the body until after the elose of the war. Your son was buried in a military cemetery. The Bureau extends sincere sympathy to you for the loss of your son.” John Ganster ' s name will live in the memory of the hoys of Loyola. They will always look to him as a model of patriotism; one who illus- trated in very deed the words they so often read in their text-books, ' Diilce et decorum est pro patria mori.” To his parents and to his brothers and sisters, the college of which he was a student and the congregation whose faithful altar-boy he was, offer their profound and heartfelt sympathy. In this their hour of sorrow, his family have the comfort of knowing that this devoted son and loving brother lived not in vain and that his name will be forever enshrined among the Catholic heroes of our land. May he rest in peace. JOHN GANSTER’S CLASS IN HIGH SCHOOL. Six of its members entered the Service. (1) EXSIOX JOHN fJAXSTER. (2) LIEUT. .TEKOME .TOYCE. (7) OEORCiE WELZAXT. (4) CHARLES HOTvLOY. (5) SERGT. ANDREW HARRISON. (0) ATTH ' ST P.OURRON. 78 A Partial iCiat nf Slngnla a Sail nf Sfonnr JOHN GANSTER (1907-1910), Ensign (Aviation), Killed in France, May 18, 1918. CHARLES ARELL, JR. (1913-1916), 190th Aero Squadron, Ellington Field, Houston, Texas. EDWARD ALLEN (1912-1915), Aviation Corps, Naval Training Station, Norfolk, Va. THOMAS ARTHUR (1912-1915), noth Machine Gun Rattalion, Co. A, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. GEORGE RARRY (1907-1909), U. S. S. Dolphin, Care N. Y. C. Postmaster. EDWARD REES (1911-1914), 104th Military Police, Troop R, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. HENRY RENNETT (1909-1913), Army Amhulance Corps, A Dept., Allentown, Pa. JOSEPH RIALEK (1911-1915), 4th Motor Mech. Reg.; 6th Prov. Co., Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. WllXIAM ROGGS (1905-1911), A.R., noth Field Artillery, Rat. G, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. AUGUST ROURBON (1907-1914), A.R. Otiicers’ Training Camp, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. J. CARBERY BOYLE (1908-1913), Lieut., 313th Infantry, Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. NORMAN BRUCE BOYLE, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. JOHN BRENNAN (1908-1913), U. S. Radio School, Perkins Hill, Cambridge, Mass. (Honorably discharged.) EDWARD BROWN (1903-1911, with intermission), 38th Infantry, Co. A, Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. J. LEO BROWN (Instructor Loyola Prep. School, 1915-1918), Pittsburgh Univ., Pittsburgh, Pa. J. LEO BROWN (1896-1900), OHicers’ Training Camp, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. GEORGE BULLEN (1913-1914), U. S. S. Pennsylvania, Care N. Y. C. Postmaster. COOMBS BURCH (1908-1911), 115th Infantry, Co. H, Pocomoke City, Md. (Honorably discharged.) 79 .lAMKs r riu:H (Huxi-niii), r. S. Aero S([uacli’on, Princc ' ton I’niversily. X. J. .lOSKPll lUlUAI (190cS-191 I), noth Field Artillery, Pal. F, (aiinp MeClellan, Anniston, Ala. THOMAS PFPGFSS (IDO.VPMH)), II 21 I 1 Maeliine (inn IFUlalion, (aiini) MeCdellan, Anniston, Ala. CllAPiLFS PFPKE (1912-1911), 1st Marine Corps, League Island, Pluladeli)hia, Pa. IIFXHY BURNS (1915-191(3), U. S. S. Diibu([iie, Caire X. Y. C. Postmaster. HFHBERT CALDWELL (1909-1916), Naval Operating Rase, Hamilton Roads, Va. STEPHP:X CAMPBELL (1908-1911), noth Maehinc Gun Battalion, Co. R, (Yini]) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. A( )lTXO CAREW (1912-1913), U. S. S. Louisiana, Care X. Y. C. Postmaster. te HARRY CASEY (1907-1911), huisign. Communication Otlicc, 5th Naval Dist., Norfolk, Va. te .lAMES CASSIDY (1910-1911), 117th Trench Mortar Battery, Abroad. isi A. CHATARD (Dr.) (1891-1898), A.R., Major, Medical Reserves, Fort McHenry, Md. HAZEIJTT CLARKE (1912-1915), 58th Artillery, Rat. F, C. A. C. Abroad. (ULMOR CLEARY (1911-1915), U. S. S. Antigone, Care N. Y. C. Postmaster. L.AWRENCE CONNOLLY (1909-191 1), 115tli Infantry, Sui)])ly Co., Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. WILLIAM CONNOR (1900-1903), 313th Infantry; Rase Hosi)ital, Cam}) Meade, Admiral, Md. STANISLAUS COOK (1903-1907), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. A, Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. NEIL CORCORAN (1907-1916), A.R., Otticers’ Training Cam}), Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. CYRIL CRONIN (1910-1913), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. R, Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JAMES CROOK (1903-1904), 1st Aviation Masters Cor})s, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. LOUIS CULLEN (1910-1911), noth Field Artillery, Rat. A, Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. EDGAR CURRAN (1902-1910), A.R., Lieut., 43d Infantry, New Orleans, La. ROBERT T. DAVIS (1914-1916), Hospital Cor})s, 5th Regiment, Cam}) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. 80 GEORGE DEMPSEY (1909-1913), 115th Infantry, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. MORTIMER DUVAL (1898-1904), Lieut., 301st Stevedores’ Regt., Co. M, Abroad. FREDK. DEWRERRY (1909-1913), noth Machine Gun Rattalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. FRANCIS EBY (1914-1917), British Army, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia. ROLAND DEVRIES (1903-1904), Aviation Corps, Signal Branch, Yichita Falls, Barrack 24, Texas. STEPHEN ELWOOD (1912-1917), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. ALBERT DONEGAN (1911-1915), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. CHARLES EGAN (1902-1907), 307th Infantry, Co. I, Camp Upton, New York, N. Y. ALBERT DONNELLY (1912-1914), 11 5th Infantry, Co. L, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. FEBIGER EWING (1912-1913), Engineering Corps, Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. ROGER DONOVAN (1908-1910), Fifth Regiment, Baltimore, Met. (Honorably discharged.) JOHN FARLEY (1909-1910), Lieut., 10th Training Bat., 97th Co., Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. NEILL DORSCH (1905-1908), Signal Corps., 20th Co., Locust Point, Md. BERNARD FEEHLEY (1914-1910), noth Amb. Corps, 104th Sanitary Sta. Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. FRANCIS DOYLE (1909-1913), 154th Depot Brigade, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. STEWARD FENWICK (1911-1913), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JOSEPH DOYLE (1909-1917), 313th Infantry, Co. D, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. HENRY FENZEL (1910-1913), U. S. S. Massachusetts, Care N. Y. C. Postmaster. JAMES DUFFY (1913-1917), Hospital Cori)s, Naval Hospital, Brooklyn, N. Y. MARTIN FLAHERTY (1912-1910), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B. Cam}) McClellan, Anuislon, Ala. CHARLES DUNN (1911-1913), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. CHARLES FOLEY (1901-1911), A.B., noth Inlanlry, Co. H, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. 81 WATTS FORMAN (1900-1915), Hospital Cori)s, Fort McHenry, Md. RAYMOND FURLONG (1910-1917), 117th Trench Mortar Rattery, Abroad. HOWARD GAHAN (1898-1905), A.R., Q 11 a r t e rin as t er’s Dept., Camp Johnson, Jacksonville, Fla. RICHARD GALLAGHER (1908-1912), Coast Artillery Corps, 5th Co., Abroad. HARRY GALLIGHER (1902-1910), Lieut., Aviation Observation Corps, Eort Sill, Okla. STUART GALLOWAY (1910-1912), 10th Reg. Eield Artillery, 9th Co., Quantico, Va. EDGAR GANS (1903-1910), Lieut., Aviation Signal Corps, Kelly Eield, San Antonio, Texas. HILARY GANS (1908-1910), Naval Aviation School, Boston, Mass. JAMES GANS (1907-1910), Lieut., 154th Depot Brigade, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. ISAAC GEORGE (1894-1901), A.B., Capt., 319th Infantry, Camj) Lee, Petersburg, Va. WALTER GERAGHTY (1909-1913), noth Field Artillery, Rat. E., Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. GEORGE GOLDER (1909-1912), U. S. S. Canonicus, Care of N. W C. Postmaster. WILLIAM GOLDER, 115th Infantry, Co. G, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JOHN GOLDSMITH (1911-1915), 77th Field Artillery, Bat. D, Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. FELIX GRIFEIN (1902-1906), Aerial Corps, Montauk Point, L. I. JOHN HADUCH (1911-1913), U. S. S. New York, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. GERRY HALL (1909-1913), Lieut., 309th Infantry, Co. G, Camp Dix, Wrightstown, N. J. JOSEPH HANEKE (1911-1915), Naval Reserves, Pope Building, Washington, D. C. JOSEPH HANLON (1904-1912), Lieut., 30th Regiment Engineers, Co. A, Abroad. ANDREW HARRISON (1907-1914), Sanitary Corps, 4937 Vincennes Ave., Chicago, 111. JOHN HARTZELL (1913-1914), 1st Cadet Squadron, Scott Field, Belleville, 111. MATTHEW HASLBECK (1913-1916), Overseas Battalion, 1st Co., Abroad. 82 JOSEPH HAUF (1912-1917), U. S. S. Massachusetts, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. ELMER HAYDEN (1910-1911), Hospital Corps, Fort Ozama, Santo Domingo, D. R. JOSEPH HEUISLER (1913-1917), Gun Crew, U. S. S. Leviathan (Vater- land). Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. L. K. HIRSHRERG (Dr.), 1911-1917, Lieut., Med. Examiner, U. S. A. JOHN HISKY (1912-1917), noth Machine Gun Rattalion, Co. C., Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. ARRELL HORLITZELL (1907-1910), Lieut., Coast Artillery Corps, Sherwood Inn, Old Point Comfort, Va. WILLIAM HORLITZELL (1907-1908), Quartermaster’s Depart ment; Class 10, Camp Johnson, Jacksonville, Fla. LEE HODGES (1913-1917), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. WILLIAM HODGES (1913-1917), U. S. Naval Home, Seamans Guard, Philadelphia, Pa. FRANK HOLBEIN (1904-1906), 117th Trench Mortar Battery, Abroad. INAGO JAMIESON (1910-1912), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. A, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. ARMOUR JENKINS (1903-1906), U. S. Missouri, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. JEROME JOYCE (1908-1914), Lieut., 36th Inf., Fort Snelling, Minn. M. KAMINSKI (1911-1912-1915-1916), LT. S. S. Preston, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. F. KEARNEY (Dr.) (1903-1911), A.B., Lieut., Medical Corps, Camp Greenleaf, Fort Oglethorpe, Ga. WILLIAM KEATING (1908-1912), Lieut., tilth Machine Gun Battalion, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. AQUIN KEELAN (1904-1913), A.B., Lieut., 313th Infantry, Co. K, Washington, D. C. JAMES KELLEY (1909-1916), A.B., Naval Reserves, Bureau of Supplies, Washington, D. C. OSCAR KELLEY (1909-1911), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. RAY KELLEY (1909-1912), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. NORWOOD KELLY (1910-1914), n5th Infantry, Co. H, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JOHN HORRIGAN (1912-1916), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. 83 PHILIP KERXAX (1910-1911), Hospital Corps, Base 14-15; A. 7, European Waters. ARTHER LYXESS (1904-1912), A.B., 52nd Engineers, Headquarters Det., Abroad. RICHARD KLITCH (1909-1911), 313tli Infantry, Co. E, Cainj) Meade, Admiral, Md. JOSEPH McAELIFFE (1909-1913), noth Field Artillery, Rat. F, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. J. KOCYAX (Dr.) (1899-1906), A.R., Lieut., Medieal Corps, Camp Creenleaf, Eort (Oglethorpe, Cxa. HERBERT McCAXX (1912-1915), School of Military Aeronautics, Eniversity of Texas, Austin, Texas. HEXRY KOHLER (1910-1912), 113th Field Hospital; San. Div., Xo. 1, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. VIVIAX McCAXX (1908-1911), Quartermaster’s Corps, Camp Sherman, Chillicothe, Ohio. THOMAS LAXDY (1916-1917), 58th Artillery, Rat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. JOHX McCarthy (1911-1914), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. EDWARD LEE (Dr.) (1904-1910), A.B., Lieut., E. S. S. Elcano, Cavite, Philippines. EDWARD McCOLGAX (1894-1899), Lieut., n5th Infantry, Hdqtrs. Co., Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. CHARLES LERCH (1903-1911), A.B., 115th Infantry, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. A. McDOXXELL (1901-1909), A.B., Capt., Coast Artillery Corps, Fort Banks, Winthrop, Mass. J. LIXDSAY, JR. (1909-1916), A.B., Xaval Reserves, Bureau of Supplies, Washington, D. C. EDWARD McDOXXELL (1903-1906), Lieut., E. S. X. Aeronautic Station, Washington, D. C. WM. C. LIXTHICUM (1907-1909), Lieut., U. S. Quartermaster’s Dept., Baltimore, Md. JOHX McDOXXELL (1899-1905), Major, 1st Aero Squadron, Ellington Field, Houston, Texas. WILMER LOVE (1912-1916), noth Machine Cun Bat.; Hdqtrs. Co., Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. ROBERT McFEE (1910-1913), Ordnance Dept., Co. D, Aberdeen, Md. CHARLES LETTS (1912-1914), 19th Reg., Engineers (Railway) Co. C, Abroad. JAMES McKEOWX (1910-1911), Xaval Reserves, Yeomanry, Wasliington, D. C. 84 HUGH McLOUGHLIN (1912-1914), ♦ noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. DANIEL McMullen (1912-1913). 79th Division, Infantry, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. EDWABD McNALLY (1911-1912), 403rd Bd. Tel. Bks., Co. D, Camp Sherman, Chillicothe, Ohio. EREDEBICK MAAG (1912-1913), Capt., 317th Infantry, Co. F, Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. FRANCIS MAGANN (1913-1915), U. S. S. Leviathan (Vaterland), Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. NORBERT MARLEY (1912-1916), 117th Trench Mortar Battery, Abroad. REV. C. MILHOLLAND (1897-1900), Lieut., Gov’t. School for Chaplains, Fort Leavenworth, Kan. DENTON MILLER (1912-1914), Coast Artillery Corps, 6th Co., Fort Howard, Md. DONALD MOHLER (1910-1911), 437th Engineers, Washington, D. C. CHARLES MOLLOY (1904-1912), 815th Aero Squadron, Americus, Ga . JULIAN MORRIS (1908-1912), Aviation Service, Barrack 2; Wichita Falls, Texas. FRANK MOYLAN (1913-1915), 115th Infantry Co., Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. READ MULLAN (1908-1911), Coast Artillery Corps, 5th Co., Fort Howard, Md. THEODORE MULLAN (1913-1914), 115th Infantry, Co. H, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. THOMAS MURPHY (1911-1914), 117th Trench Mortar Battery, Abroad. MARTIN MURRAY (1907-1915), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. WILLIAM MURRAY (1902-1905), 13th Infantry, Co. D, Presidio, San Francisco, Cal. SHORB NEALE (1913-1914), 1st Reg., 49th Co., U. S. N. Operating Base, Norfolk, Va EUGENE OBER (1888-1890), Officers’ Training Camp, Fort Myer, Virginia. (Honorably discharged), GERALD O’BRENNAN (1916-1917), 1st New Hampshire Infantry, Co. F, Camp Greene, Charlotte, N. C. REV. R. A. O’BRIEN, S.J. (1891-1897), Lieut. (Chaplain), Abroad. J. O’DONNELL (Dr.) (1899-1906), A.B., Lieut. 85 ROGER O’LEARY (1908-1916), A. B., Quartermasters ' Overseas Depot, Baltimore, Md. (iERALD O ' REARDOX (1908-1911), Naval Reserves, Cape May, N. J. (Honorably discharged), FRANCIS O’TOOLE (1909-1915), Coast Artillery Corps, 5th Co., Fort Howard, Md. JAMES O’TOOLE (1907-1915), Signal Corps, Baltimore, Md. CLARENCE O WINGS (1908-15), A.B., Naval Reserves, Jersey City, N. J. CHARLES PEACH (1908-1910), Aviation Training School, Pensacola, Fla. JOSEPH PELLENS (1910-1913), 115th Infantry, Co. D, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JOSEPH PETRIK (1909-1912), I’. S. Radio Station, Co. B, Harvard University, Cambridge, Mass. ANTHONY PIRAINO (1915-1916), Honorably discharged. VINCENT PIRAINO (1916-1917), Infantry Hospital, 313th Infantry, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. EDWARD POFFEL (1912-1915), llOtli Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. 86 FRANK PURVIS (1915-1917), U. S. S. Arizona, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. JOHN QUINN (1908-1917), A.B., Lieut., Aviation Corps, Abroad. RUSSELL QUINN (1911-1916), 117th Trench Mortar Battery, Abroad. LEO READ (1908-1911), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. CHARLES REEVES (1891-1892), Lieut., Signal Corps, Abroad. JOSEPH ROBB (1915-1917), U. S. Hospital School, Newport, R. 1. JAMES RODGERS (1913-1915), 1st New Hampshire Regiment, Abroad. FRANCIS RODGERS (1913-1915), Cadet, Mass. Inst, of Technology, Boston, Mass. DAVID L. RYAN (1914-1917), 183d Aero Squadron, Abroad. JOHN SADLER (1909-1910), U. S. S. Pompano, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. HENRY SCANLAN (1907-1911), Lieut., 3rd Artillery Platoon, Abroad. LAWRENCE SCANLAN (1907-1909), 4th Cadet Squadron, Ellington Field, Houston, Texas. THOMAS SCANLAN (1910-1913), Mobile Vet. Sec. Division Hdqtrs., Abroad. CxEORGE SCHAEFER (1899-1904), Lieut., 30th Engineers, Co. R, Abroad. FRANK SCHWARTZ (1909-1910), 313th Infantry, Co. A, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. ELMER SHEA (1911-1912), 117th Trench Mortar Rattery, Abroad. JAMES SHEA (1914-1917), 58th Artillery; Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. J. SKRENTNY (1911-1913—1914-1915), J. S. Base Hospital Service, No. 18, Paris, France. THADDEUS SKRZYNSKI (1910-1917), Naval Reserves, Portsmouth, Va. ANTHONY STECHER (1909-1910), 154tli Depot, Brigade Hdqtrs. Det., Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. BERNARD SULLIVAN (1908-1912), Ensign, Naval Academy, Annapolis, Md. JOHN STEVENSON (1908-1910), Lieut., 313th Infantry, Co. C, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. W. SULLIVAN (1909-1917), A.B., Oilicers’ Training School, Pelham Bay, N. Y. 87 CHARLES SUTTON (1910-1913), U. S. S. Illinois, Care of N. Y. C. Postmaster. MURRAY SWEENEY (1907-1913), Otlicers’ Training Camp, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. RALPH SYBERT (1908-1916), A.B., Officers’ Training Camp, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JOSEPH TORMEY (1911-1916), 115th Infantry, Co. H, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. ALEXANDER TUBMAN (1910-1913), 58th Artillery, Bat. F, C. A. C., Abroad. FRANK TURNER (1912-1917, with in- termission), Capt., 80th Field Artillery, Camp McArthur, Waco, Texas. LEE TURNER (1901-1903), Lieut., noth Machine Gun Bat., Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. JEROME WALSH (1911-1912), noth Machine Gun Battalion, Co. B, Camp McClellan, Anniston, Ala. GEORGE WELZANT (1906-1910), Naval Aviation Corps, Pittsburgh, Pa. FRANK I. WHEELER (1904-1906), Signal Corps, 119 D St., S. E., Washington, D. C. JOSEPH WHEELER (1910-1911), Quartermaster’s Corps, Utilities Div., Camp Lee, Petersburg, Va. ALHKHT WIIKLTLK (11)07-1909). Naval lU ' scrvos, Hurcau of Xav.. Washington. 1). C. HAYMOXI) WlIHLTLE (1907-1909), Xaval Hcservcs. Bureau of Xav.. Wasliinglon. 1). C. LKO WHITE (191 1-1917)), Hath Inlantry, Co. E, C.ainj) McClellan, Anniston, Ala. WILLIAM WICKHAM (1911-1916), Coast Artillery Corps, 5tli Co., F ' ort Howard, Md. BICHABD WILLIAMS (1907-1912), 313th Infantry, Co. F, Camp Meade, Admiral, Md. ALFRED WILSOX (1911-1915), Xaval Training Station, Portsmoutli, X. H. .lOHX WIXAXD (1909-1914), C.oast Artillery C.orps, 5lh Co., Fort Howard, Md. EDWARD WRIGHT (1912-1915), Ord. Tr. Camp, 3d Prov. Reg., Co. H, Camp Hancock, Augusta, Ga. S. HECKROTTE (1907-190cS) . efgf:xe higgixs ( 1902-1906). LESTER VAX LILL (1909-1911), (Earrg ®tt! {To the Boys of Loyola in Service.) Though the night be cold and foggy, Carry on! Though the ground be wet and soggy. Carry on! While for freedom ' s right yon dwell In that replica of hell. Carry on! Though the trench be most disgusting, Carry on! Though yoiir limbs feel stiff and rusting. Carry on! Though the day’s success seems nil. Bear the brant of battle still, Carry on! Though for folks at home yon re longing. Carry on! Though yon re tortured night and morning. Carry on! Though you’re feeling all forlorn And yoiir patience is well worn. Carry on! Vindicate bleak Belgium’s right. Carry on! Crash the Prussians’ martial might. Carry on! That the world may ever be Free on land and free on sea. Carry on! Harry .1. Casey, ’ 21 . 89 (Earbtnal iMprripr OUR years ago the Belgian nation entered into her garden of Gethsemane. Slowly has she walked forth from that agony until today we behold her suffering on her Calvar} — an example of the despotism of the German Empire, and an inspiration to the noble warriors of Liberty, who have gone out on their mission of democracy. Her borders have been encircled by the armies of tyranny, and about her, thousands upon thousands of tier sons lie slain. Death to these patriots has had indeed its sweet solace, for they died to avenge the rights of their mother, scorned by the maddened disciples of German Kultur. Within that ill-fated land, there is one patriot who lives on, a martyr for civilization, a rock against which the concerted forces of all Germany could not prevail. Yet withal, he is a man whose days were, for the most part, spent in the quiet of the class-room, propounding a true teaching of life, which, if only practised by all men, would bring hope and freedom to this world. Often in his university days had he medi- tated upon the evils of false doctrines, and so at the hour when German philosophy cast his country into peril, his will could know no hesitation. Putting on the armor of truth, he advanced against the monster of Kultur, which, for so long, had been threatening to cast upon this earth the venom of its sting. Today he stands out acknowledged by his people and his king, to be the noblest and bravest Belgian of them all. His name is well known to loyal and patriotic Americans — the Eminent Cardinal-Archbishop of Mechlin, Primate of Belgium, Desire Joseph Mercier. In the year 1851, Desire Merc ier was born, in the tranquil village of Braine-l’Alleud. Prom here he passed on to Malines, Paris, and Leipzig, where his days of study were spent, days devoted to preparation for that battle in which he was later to take so strong a part. In 1877 he was ordained to the priesthood, and led by the guiding hand of Providence, lie became professor of scholastic philosophy in the lower seminary of Malines, where he remained for five years. Meanwhile, practically a whole nation was subscribing to the erroneous principles of Kant and his school, and was fast becoming lost in that madness of Kultur, which was to end in this present-day German tyranny and revolution. The task of Mercier was thus well begun, and was not to go unre- warded by those who were then struggling against the fads and fancies of Modernism. Eor with these vindicators of scholastic principles, Mercier had been battling for the old order of true knowledge, to which 90 the world must subscribe if it wishes ever to rise up from this agony to the bright dawn of universal civilization. And so it was that in 1882 , an old man whose life was spent away from the world, while still guiding it, was looking to the future. In his royal palace in Rome, Leo XIII wore Ihe triumphant tiara; but ever before him there loomed the vision of another crown made from thorns. This it was which urged that great propounder of democracy to establish at Louvain the chair of Aquinas Philosophy, lo which the young professor, Mcrcier, was called. The illustrious Pontiff, in his foresight, saw the horrors which were to come upon this world as a resultant of false philosophy. Today we 3 earn for the world to accept his theory, while we thank him for the deeds he did. To the noble Mercicr, who rose to such heights in helping to make the world safe for correct thinking, necessary to insure democracy, we ofier our praise and gratitude for what he accomplished at Louvain. We congratulate all those who studied under so noted and able a master and wish them godspeed in the herculean tasks which loom on the war- clouded horizon, and which they, true to the ideals he inculcated, must needs embrace. -MAJOR ALBERT CIIATARD, (Medical Corps). C-VDET ROL-VNl) DEVRIES, ( -Vviation ) . Up to this time Mercier ' s life was spent in the halls and lecture rooms at Louvain. In 1906, Pius X conferred on him the archepiscopal purple, while the following year in solemn Consistory at Rome, he was invested with the insignia of the Cardinalate. For the seven succeeding years he peacefully ruled the Belgian Church, endearing himself to all therein. And then came that fatal, that tragic summer of 1914. The wild roar of threatening winds was heard throughout the vast continent; the peaceful heavens were here and there hidden by grey cloudlets until soon the whole azure expanse was darkened and a starless midnight sky enshrouded Europe. Meanwhile the Primate of Belgium has cast aside his royal robes of martyrdom and, clothed in satlTon, is going toward Rome to assist in the election of the successor of the saintly Pius X. At length the great scene at St. Peter’s is at an end and the fifteenth Benedict reigns a Prince of Peace in the midst of empires ' blood. Let us leave the Vatican with the venerable Mercier and follow him as he goes slowly on through the spacious halls, out into his carriage, on through the streets of R ome, until he reaches his apartments which he enters alone. Come now into that room and behold a scene that will go down to the ages in song and story, a scene that will urge on all those whom this country’s honor and glory and the freedom of the world have called on to undergo sacrifice. The old man throws aside his mantelletta, and falling down prostrates himself before the crucifix. The Divine Drama of Calvary dawns before him and, in vision, the veils are rent as he looks out on the frontiers of his native Belgium and hears the roar as of a thousand cannon thundering in his ear. Stroke by stroke the news of his country’s, his people’s crucifixion is ringing out. “O my people” he moans, “in this hour, separated far from you, I must behold you in Gethsemane, while the vacant cross is waiting, a spectre on Calvary’s hills. 0 God it must not be! But yes,” he murmurs as he presses toward him the crucifix, and the echo rings, “O Lord, how long, how long?” The troops of the German Empire are rushing on like lions loose from the jungles. Disregarding the traditions of centuries, they are hastening, as the barbarians of old, to strike down the historic monu- ments of art, and in their rabid insanity to slay innocent civilians — all the logical outcome of German Kultur. Rapidly the towers of Louvain are falling, the halls and libraries are being levelled and the saintly Mercier, in vision, looks on. Aye, he sees even his own Cathedral attacked, and the echo murmurs, “O Lord, how long, how long?” But let us not intrude further on the privacy of that heartrending scene. Rather let us leave that dauntless hero alone in quiet conversation with his God. 92 The storm then has swept over Belgium and disorder reigns supreme. The sun no longer shines in glory over the quiet and illustrious Univer- sity of Louvain. Yhat formerly was a gracious monument to the refining culture of art is now but a dishevelled mass of stones. “The Teuton horde has been here,” says the passerby, and civilization cries out, “O Lord, how long, how long?” Yes, gentle reader, how long must this wild wind of the storm of Kultur linger, ravaging everything in our midst? May God speed the day when those philosophical teachings, which Cardinal Mercier did so much to advance and make known, will reign among us. Then, truly will we see the dawn of a free civilization, the day which will witness the world made “safe for democracy,” a hope first voiced explicitly by that noblest Democrat, Woodrow Wilson, and now shared by us all; but a hope, nevertheless, held implicitly for j ears by such an eminent philosopher as Cardinal Mercier. Let us pause in our soliloquy, for an old man whose ascetic face has grown pale and emaciated has arrived at Mechlin. The poor persecuted Belgians are crowding round him; the tears come to his eyes as he sees now and understands in its stern reality the fate of his country. No wonder then that he falls prostrate in his chapel before Him Who is the Avenger of all wrongs, and murmurs, half unwillingly, “0 Lord, how long?” But then, as if suddenly comforted, he rises. The noble Mercier has resolved. His course is decided. True, there have been rumors in Belgium, among the dissatisfied, that this carnage, this ruin might have been averted. Let them listen to the words of their Archbishop : “Mere utilitariainism is no sufficient rule of Christian citizenship.” Ah, happy Belgium, possessed of a patriot so noble as this. Harken, ye violators of the rights of nations, to the words of this holy man, and understand well why he, with his Belgium, is ready to drink the last dregs of the bitter cup of his country’s affliction. And thus the days, sad and weary days, pass on in Belgium. The Cardinal-Archbishop is ready to promulgate to his people and to the world, his resolution made at the foot of the crucifix. All is ready for the reading of his Christmas pastoral letter, a document which will ever be treasured as the expression of a brave and fearless soul. But the despotic powers that rule over the German Empire fear the burning truth that runs so evident throughout that allocution, and in their madness go so far as to forbid its reading in the churches. Yet the disciples of Kultur are not satisfied with this most inglo rious act. No, they go to the daring extreme of hindering the Lord Archbishop from attending an ecclesiastical function, and on January 4, 1915, he remains in his residence, in reality the prisoner of the German Government. “But what is it,” you say, “that was contained in that letter which forced the very powers of Germany to grow restless and tremble?” 93 There are two words whieh well describe it and at the same time char- acterize the Belgian ])eople, and above them all. Cardinal Mercier. Those words are Patriotism and Endurance, glorious words which need no comment, and which fear not to appeal to an unprejudiced future age for judgment. His own home, then, is his prison. Little wonder that the whole free world looks on in amazement, and the Father of Christendom himself groans in comi)laint at this insult so daringly and boldly inllicted on a Prince of the Church by a supposedly Christian government. “But what,” you ask, “is the attitude of Cardinal Mercier in this trying experience?” He stands on the balcony of the Archicpiscopal Palace and gazes in sad loneliness at his nation, stricken until its very life seems passing; he sees its vast districts, the arteries through which its life’s blood is flowing, seething with malignant fever, and goes forth with throbbing heart to cool its burning blood, and calm its aching nerves, while Civiliza- tion murmurs, “How long. Lord, how long?” But the voice of Mercier echoing, answers, “There is nothing to reply; the reply remains the secret of God.” SKierr. AMutiow iiakrisox, (Hospital Corps). 94 •loiix iiADT ' en. lU. S. S. New York). The retraction of the Cardinal’s utterances demanded by the Ger man Government has, needless to state, never been made. Today he stands unmolested by that tyrannical power — the reason you well know — and in clarion tones thus describes his people: “When future generations look from the more distant standpoint of history there will remain for their edification, the splendid spectacle of a nation of seven millions which, on the evening of August 2, with one accord, not only refused to allow its honor to be held in question for a moment, but which, throughout over thirty months of ever-increasing moral and physical suffering, on battlefields, in militan, and civil prisons, in exile, under an iron domination, has remained imperturbable in its self- control and has never once so far yielded as to cr : This is too much! This is enough!” Gladly would Mercier undergo death itself for this noble cause, but his living martyrdom is a greater sacrifice. In conclusion, then, what can be said of this Prince of the Church, whom, like the Savior of the Israelites of old, God raised up in the day of his people’s miserv ? Ponder the words uttered by Cardinal Bourne, Archbishop of Westminster, in praise of this Belgian prelate. “Cardinal Mercier,” he says, “by his exhortations ever based on sound pbilo- sophical and theological principles, has done more to shatter the power of German strength than any other supporter of our cause. Probably when the true balance can be struck these written or spoken words will be found to have accomplished more than many thousands of armed troops.” At first utterance this may not appeal to us Americans who glory much and rightly in our own national heroes. Undoubtedly some of us will view it from one side and some from another. But despite this, we all must acknowledge Cardinal Mercier, not only to be an eminent professor of Christian philosophy and a priest true in every way to his calling, but a patriot, dauntless and unafraid who, for his every action, can fearlessly answer to his country, his conscience and his God. For us, loyal and true to American ideals and institutions, he will ever be an inspiration to urge us on to every sacrifice to achieve our aim — the freedom of the world. And as Civilization itself chants in minor notes, “How long. Lord, how long!” we hear the voice of the “Lion of Flanders” echoing in answer, “We must never so far yield as to cry, ‘This is too much, this is enough !’ ” In Liberty’s espousals with you, Mercier, we are one. Edward J. Nestor, ’21. 95 (Elinatian Hlprusabm N December of last year Jerusalem fell before the British arms and that fall lias its military significance. By that fall Germany’s hopes of eslahlisliing a land higlnvay to the Orient were crushed. By that fall the base, from which in liast and present hostile arms have threatened Egypt, is secured to Great Britain. But if the fall of Jerusalem has any military significance, it is a far greater event in its ajipeal to the sentiment of millions. For though we may marvel at the massive structures of Egypt, though we may wonder at the grandeur of the East, though we may admire the beauty, the learning of the Greeks, the glory of Boman arms — though all these may make their appeal to us, yet Jerusalem slrikes a far deeper chord in the emotions of man. Jerusalem, out of which has come the world’s religion. It was the center of sanctity of Judaism, it rivaled Mecca as the center of worship of Islam, it is consecrated to Christianity as the place of the teaching, and suffering and death of our Savior. Jerusalem is called the “City of Everlasting Peace.” From this we might imagine it nestling in the hills of Judea, its olive gardens blos- soming in a land free from strife, its ground never sullied by the blood of battle, its breezes free from the din of combat, its beauty never marred by the destruction of war. Such we might well imagine it, but such it has never been. Jerusalem has been more often contested for than any other city of the earth. For its possession, empire has struggled against empire, and its history is written in the blood of the contestants. It has undergone more than twenty sieges and has been in turn the Jerusalem of David and Solomon, the Jerusalem of the Ptolemies, the Jerusalem of the Assyrians, the Jerusalem of Herod. It has groaned under the yoke of Roman dominion and ])ersecution. It writhed under the scourge of the Turk and lay prostrate and heli)less in the bonds of Infidel tyranny and barbarism. And in that hour of trial and horror it stretched forth its shackled hands in sui)i)lication to the civilized world, and to its rescue came the glorious hosts of Cliristcndom. Tliey braved tlie arid desert wastes at the end of a Syrian summer. On the hot sands of Palestine they suffered all the pangs of hunger, all the ravages of fever, all the agonies of thirst, all the cruelty of their enemies. They fought and suffered in the cause of Christ, but mis- fortune followed misfortune and they were forced to abandon their project. 96 Now, after so many centuries, another army of Christ’s soldiers has, with the spirit of those early crusaders, come under the walls of Jerusa- lem. In this crusade for human liberties they have brought to a suc- cessful close the crusades for religious liberty; in this struggle against tyranny they have destroyed the religious tyranny exercised by the Turk; in this fight for democracy they have won a fight for one form of democracy — religious democracy. There are two things worthy of note in this modern crusade. Turn your ej es to the French front and there behold the outrages of the Hun — outrages committed against the most sacred teinjiles of God by that self-styled ally of the Almighty. He has demolished churches, shelled cathedrals, trampled upon sacred relics — indeed his infamous conduct cannot be compared even to the outrages of the Turk and Infidel. How different the fall of Jerusalem. The British operations were delayed and the city was taken at the point of the bayonet and this, that no place sacred to Christian, Jew or Moslem might be marred by the ravages of shellfire. In 1898 the Kaiser, then dreaming of world dominion and seeking to gain control of the Bagdad railroad and a route to the East, visited Jerusalem. In order not to inconvenience himself and his partj by making a detour of several feet, he ordered a portion of the wall thrown down and through the aperture he entered this holy place with all pomp, as a heathen might have entered Borne in his time of triumph. How different the conduct of the present day crusades! Allenby and the French and Italian oflicers entered the city on foot, with the modesty becoming a Christian entering the place of his Master’s suffering and death. Allenby has added his name to the immortal list of those who have fought for the deliverance of the Holy City from the hands of the Infidel. By this deliverance Jerusalem has at last come into its own. The tyranny of the Turk is doomed and the freedom of Christian protection is assured. The crescent, the symbol of cruelty, barbarism, and injustice is supplanted by the cross, the greatest symbol of charity and civilization and justice. At last the dreams of the crusaders have come true. At last Christian toleration is to be established, and Christian, Jew and Moslem, fearing no longer the scourge of the Turk, may worship at the shrines of their fathers in the city of God. At last Christian peace is to be established, peace free from persecution, tyranny and murder. Jerusalem has entered upon the happiest stage of its history. For three thousand years a city of almost perpetual strife, a city groaning under the yoke of intolerance, Jerusalem is to become the city of religious liberty; it is to feel the sweetness of Christian and perpetual peace. The din of battle has ceased, the shackles of tyranny are thrown off’ forever — Jerusalem is to be henceforth the “City of Everlasting B. Lawrence Davis, ’21. 97 Slip Pojip ani Hfta Hiarnug OlljtlJirPu F there is any one tiling more than another whieh the present war most strikingly and elearly illustrates, it is that loyalty to Chiireh is not only not ineompatihle with loyalty to State, but that it is inseparable Irom it. That a Catholic could he loyal to his country, even in spite of the wonderful disjilay of jiatriotism by the Catholics of Eurojic, was inconceivable to some, and was only conclusively jiroved when our Secretary of War announced that one-third of our army was Catholic. But beautiful as is this display of jiatriotism towards their country, not less insjiiring is the fidelity of t he millions of men of every nationality who, though scjiaratcd from one another for the realization of their rcsiicctivc hojies, are, nevertheless, united in unswerving loyalty to their Father in Rome. And though they have dcsjiiscd and rejected one another as brothers, they have all ever clung to the same Father. Four years of bitter strife, thousands ujion thousands of lives sacri- ficed ujion the altar of Mars, wdiolc towns and villages devastated and burned, entire cities destroyed, homes desecrated and mothers made sad — these and many other outrages and sufferings caused by this fearful carnage have tested the courage of that brave heart in the Vatican. Though to some it might have aiijieared that at every steji he must stumble, he has justly and successfully triumjihed over every obstacle. His success can be attributed to no other cause than to his strict neutrality and absolute imjiartiality towards all the belligerent joowers. His chil- dren have come to realize this, and no misleading statements shall ever convince them to the contrary. There are those Avho have bitterly attacked the neutralitj of the Holy See for not j irotesting immediately against the violation of Belgian neutrality. Now consider the fairness of those who sought an imme- diate and ex]:)licit rebuke from the Poj e to the Central Powers for the violation of Belgian neutrality — the fairness I say, of those who would have the Holy Father accej t as authentic and uncontrovertible evidence, that which could be only justly ascertained by an imj artial hearing of both sides in the case. Moreover, the violation of Belgian neutrality was a fracture of International Law. And why should he be asked to condemn tlie violation of those agreements from whose formation he was entirely excluded? The Poi)e did, however, after an investigation, communicate to the Central Powers his strong disa])])roval of this act in no uncertain tones. Again, u])on the de])ortation to Germany of ])eaceful Belgians, he alone of all neutral rulers most vehemently re- buked the offenders. 98 The Holy Father did not, however, confine his aftection to Belgium; always seeking to alleviate the pains of sufiering humanity, he arranged for an exchange of English and German prisoners in Switzerland, and almost immediately afterwards brought about a similar treaty whereby the invalided prisoners of Austria and Italy should be excbanged. In view of these and many other extraordinary works of mercy towards the belligerent powers of Europe, what less could be expected than that these peoples should feel an overwhelming gratitude towards the Pope of Rome? Germany, which has felt his censure time and again, has, nevertheless, acted in a conciliatory manner. The calumnies and slanders that have been directed against the Vatican, have been the work of Allied statesmen and journalists. One instance which particularly emphasizes this assertion is the recent and notorious rout of the Italian Army in the mountains of Italy. Though officially denied in Italy, the report was circulated that the Pope had betrayed Italy into the hands of Austria. The rumor — for it was nothing more than a rumor — reached England. The Morning Post, a London publication, gave great prominence to this slanderous assertion. The news spread like wildfire to every part of the British Isles. The citizens were enraged. Cardinal Bourne, Archbishop of Westminster, BEliXAIU) FEEllLEY, (Camp McClellan, Ala.) STANISLAS COOK. Machine Onn llattalion UAIAIONT) ET’ULOXO. (Trench Mortar Bat- ter.v, France). 99 (Icnianded an ininu ' dialc apology lor the Calholics of England. His re([nest was fnlly complied with; for not only the pai)er, but the Govern- ment of England, made known lo the Holy See their regret for this imhai)py incident. Another indication of the bitterness of some towards tbe authority of the Holy See is clearly shown in the objections raised to the proposals of i)eace emanating Iroin the Vatican at Rome. The leading considera- tion behind these i)roposals is, that the Pope would consider it a great favor were the belligerent nations to meet for tbe purpose of discussing peace, founded upon some such basis as he has from time to time suggested. In doing this, he is but following the glorious examples of his predecessors, of whose especial qualifications for bringing about peace, the same nations have, from time to time, availed themselves most advantageously. The Allied press has professed to have seen on several occasions “tbe hand of Austria” in the treaties. The same papers have, however, given unstinted praise to the very same ideas, when they have been voiced, slightly modified, by other statesmen. All doubt as to the reason for this very apparent inconsistenc} of the Allied press has been recently dispelled by the official utterances of the Allies themselves. The Vatican, upon being informed of the existence of a secret treaty betw een England, Erance, Russia and Italy, endeavored to ascertain from the Allies themselves whether such a treaty existed. Lord Cecil admitted in the House of Commons, that there was such an agreement known as Article Fifteen, wdiereby the most powerful nations of the Entente Alliance had agreed to exclude the Vatican from all peace negotiations. This article, of course, was formulated by Italy, which demanded this pledge from the Allies, and made her entrance into the conflict con- ditional upon its ratification. Rut Italy, in the words of Count Roberto Corniani, an Italian Liberal, “has nothing to fear and much to hope for, with the Holy Father as Mediator.” Let the Allied press learn now, that with America fully represented in the fray, it can no longer insult with imj)unity the Vicar of Christ. His children of America arc resi)onding nobly to the call of their country; but they have a s])iritual allegiance to the Holy See, and those who unjustly assail the Pope of Rome are attacking the army which is at this very hour their defense. Charles L. Coolahan, ’21. 100 Amfrtrau Olatlinltra anb Patriatiam HE patriotism of American Catholics stands out boldly on every page of this country’s history. What is patriotism? True patriotism is a fervent devotion to the laws, institu- tions and government of one’s country, a love of true liberty under that form of government under which we are living. As Cardinal Gibbons so well saj s: “It includes also an ardent zeal for the maintenance of those sacred principles that secure to the citizen, freedom of conscience and an earnest determination to consecrate his life if necessary in defence of altar and fireside, of God and fatherland.” It is especially during a war that patriotism undergoes the fiery test in the purging fires of a national or international crisis. Let us go back briefly over the pages of American history and see from actual events, if Catholicism and patriotism did not go hand in hand. If we turn to the dark hour of uncertainty when the patriots of ’76 gathered for the Declaration of Independence, we find a wealthy Catholic, Charles Carroll of Carrollton, ready to sacrifice his all with his fellow-patriots for his country. Who can forget that a large jiroporlion of the ollicers of the Revolu- tion were Catholics? What gave to the Catholic Lafaj ette, DeKalb, Pulaski, DeGrassc, Rochambeau, Kosciusko, Moylan, and many other Catholics their immortal name ? Was it not because next to God they loved liberty above all else, even life itself ? Was it not their invincible courage, their sound patriotism and burning devotion to the ideals of their country ? What American can ever forget the very high words of praise of George Washington to the Catholics for their valor, zeal and services in the hour of jierir? Who does not remember that after the bloody contest for freedom he chose the Catholic Rarry as the first commodore of our infant navy? What would x merica have been without these real heroes? While Renedict Arnold was accepting traitorous gold from England’s King, Lord Howe was otfering the Catholic Rarry a bribe of a hundred thousand dollars for the surrender of the good ship Ethn gham. What was his answer? The Catholic otficer, standing erect, answered witli indignation: “Go tell old King George that he has not enough gold in all his realm to buy a single hair on the head of saucy Jack Rarry.” In the words of Archhisho]) Ireland: “Somehow Catholicism and Americanism commingle their intertwinings when the Star-Si)angled Rainier is in peril.” History repeats the story of the valorous deeds of Catholics, whose 101 patriotic motives could not be doubted in tbe War of 1812 and the Mexican War. During the Civil War, was Catholic patriotism found wanting? Roseerans, Thomas, Sheridan, Corcoran, Meagher, Guiney, Shields and thousands of other brave Catholic oiiiecrs served the cause they believed to he right. History and tradition tells us that Catholic soldiers, priests and sisters stood shoulder to shoulder, hearing the brunt of battle or ministering to the wounded for God and country. And history repeats the same story of the heroic i)atriotism of thousands of Catholics who shed their blood so freely in the Spanish- American War. Just as Catholics rallied to Washington to form this noble Union, just as Catholics rallied to Lincoln to preserve it, so today. Catholics, intlamcd by the spirit of their forefathers, and animated by their own hearts’ desires, are rallying to Woodrow Wilson to preserve unstained the national honor of the United States. And these are not merely beau- tiful words, hut they are statements supported by facts. Mr. Baker, Secretary of War, informs us, that although Catholics form hut eighteen per cent, of the population of the United States, between thirty-four and thirty-five per cent, in the Army are Catholics; and of the Navy and Marine Corps, somewhat above fifty per cent. Let us not forget that many of these were not drafted, hut voluntarily offered their services KO.MEU SHEA, Troncli lortar Eattoi-y (France). EIET ' T. EHOAR GAN’S, .Aviation, Si rnal Corps 102 for their country’s cause. If the need ever arises, every Catholic man in the country dll make the supreme sacrifice and offer himself on the altar of freedom. Are not Catholics doing their share also in other ways? A large percentage of the Liberty Loans has been subscribed to by Catholics. Who does not admire the work of the Knights of Columbus, which gives aid not only to their own, but to the soldier of every creed? Just recentl} in New York, nearly five million dollars were collected by them for the benefit of the hoys in the service. Catholics have also up- held the Red Cross. Everywhere in America, Catholic women of every class are working side by side with women of other creeds, for the struggling hero who has sacrificed everything for the Stars and Stripes. As long as America remains, and Catholics are true to their church, they will work and fight for America. “Be obedient to your temporal rulers as to Christ” says St. Paul, and the Catholic Church fails not at all times to inculcate in her children not merely the privilege, hut the religious duty of being good, loyal citizens. Far from hampering the State, the Church is here to assist it, and the sermons from her pulpits, and the achievements of her children all aid the hallowed cause of Cross and Flag. Any one who denies this betrays an ignorance of historj and the events of today. So long as patriotism, the shining angel who guards the destinies of our republic, remains, her starry finger will point to those Catholic heroes who shed their blood for their country, and to the record of their achievements written in letters of glory upon the battlefields of Bunker Hill, McHenry, Vera Cruz, Gettysburg, San Juan and “Somewhere in France.” Her starry finger will also point to the homes of Catholic hoys, where now flies the shining service flag, symbol of loyalty to their con- science, devotion to their country and confidence in their God. Charles H. Rohleder, ’21. 103 Mliy Qlonaprup 3ffnn ? a x August 10, 1917, President Wilson, in accordance with l)owcrs granted him by the Food Control Act, placed Mr. Herbert Hoover at the head of the United States Food Administration. Mr. Hoover’s first activities on assuming this position were directed toward enlarging the country’s l)rodnction of food, and towards simplifying the manner in which it passed to the consumer. Early in October, however, steps were taken to further the conservation of food and the elimination of waste. The first of these measures was the pledge-card campaign, the purpose of which was to persuade all housekeepers to conform to the regulations which the Government should issue. A set of regulations, the “home- card,” was issued at the same time. This dealt chiefly with meatless and wheatless days and meals. Again, in Januaiy, 1918, the voluntary rationing system, which was so successful in England, was given a trial. These regulations specified the maximum amount of certain foodstufis that was to be allowed to one person for a week. Late in the winter the meat situation became better, and the ban was lifted from all meats except beef and pork. Yheat, however, became much scarcer, and so on January 26 of this year, retailers were ordered to sell no flour or other products of wheat, except with an equal amount of the products of some other cereal, and bakers were ordered to mix twenty per cent of flour made from some cereal other than wheat in all bread and pastry. This, then, is a history of the efforts of the United States Food Admin- istration to secure the co-operation of the American people in conserving food. But for what purpose is it all? The prices are just as high as they were before. What is the use of conserving food, if one has to eat i)read that is twenty per cent buckwheat? The only trouble with the man who asks this is that he has forgotten for the moment that the supreme purpose of our country at this time is to win the war. As soon as he recollects this, the ultimate reason for conserving food will become manifest, even though the direct reasons do not at once present themselves. In fact, the ])rincipal reason may be seen everywhere in the Food Administration i)osters — “Food will win the war.” A great military authority once made the significant if ])aradoxical remark that an anny marches on its stomach. The truth of this state- ment is unciuestionable. The man in the trenches considers himself in good luck if he gets six hours of sleep in a night. In peace times a com])aratively strong man might stand ui) under this strain for quite a while, if he were ])rovided with ])lenty of good healthful food. The man on the battle-line, liowever, in addition to doing the hardest kind of 104 work, is subjected to a terrific nervous strain. Under these circum- stances it is imperative that he be supplied with the most nutritious food obtainable. Nor is Ihe lighling army the only one that marches on its stomach. There is also Ihe “army behind Ihe army,” Ihe munition-workers, ship- builders, farmers and the like. These classes, working overtime to keep the Army at the front on an etiicient basis, need food to keep themselves efticient. “Edimus ut vivamus,” says the philosopher; but these men have a greater purpose. They eat that they may live, indeed; hut they live and work that their country may live. Thus it may be seen of what great importance is food, when a country is at war. The nation whose army and whose civilian jDopula- tion is well-fed, has a healthy, robust and etiicient force. The nation that is living on substitutes, and even substitutes for substitutes, has an ill-nourished and consequently a nervous, dispirited lot of weaklings. This being the case, let us investigate the state of the two opposing forces in the present war. As to Germany, we know from the indis- putable testimony of such men as Ambassador Gerard and Carl Y. Ackerman, that up until the time of the Russian catastrophe, Germany was in an alarming condition for food. The European Allies, on the other hand, are in a condition almost as bad, although up to the present LIKUT. T. AOiaX KEELAX. ( Unlnnnce ) . 105 EXSKJX EDWARD ADEEX, (Aviation) . time, they have been using good food when Germany was using substi- tutes, Now, liowever, Ameriea has stei)ped in; America, which to Europeans is synonymous for extravagance and waste. But in spite of our reputation for prodigality, the only serious shortages which now exist are in the line of grain and meat. The wheat situation is really alarming, but the Administration has the meat shortage under control- This comforting fact remains: there is none of these shortages that can- not be remedied eomptetetij by the elimination of waste. To the casual observer it seems incredible that such a shortage can exist in America. This is explained by the fact that our exports to the Allies have made such an enormous increase since 1914. From July 1 of that year to March 1, 1918, the United States exported no less than three billion pounds of pork; six hundred and sixty million pounds of fresh beef; two billion, eight hundred and fifty million pounds of sugar and five hundred and twenty-seven million bushels of wheat. Again the amounts seem unbelievable, but again an explanation is forthcoming, for the average man does not realize how much food it takes to supply an army. If it takes six million, seven hundred and fifty thousand liounds of food every day for our army of a million and a half, what a task it must be for France to feed her men, when so much of her territory is in the enemy’s hands; for Belgium, when not a foot of all the land held by the Allies in that country is not subject to shcll-fire; for England, all of whose colonies, excepting Canada, are so far awa} that it is imjiossible to ship many perishable food-products! So it follows, that the United States, if it is to make the “world safe for democracy,” must lirst make the world safe from the wolf which is at the door. The only way to get rid of this marauder forever is to eliminate waste. The farmhand, lured by the high wages paid by ship- yards, is forsaking his agriculture and going to the “big city” to work. His place is hard to till, for to thoroughly understand farming one must he horn to it. The Government with its free labor bureaus, has tried every method, even that of employing college hoys for the summer, but up to the present, all of these i)lans have succeeded but indifferently well. The problem of how to increase ])roduction remains unsolved. The real solution of the shortage is Food Conservation. If the impossible liappened, and every American eliminated every bit of waste, this country could feed tlie entire civilized world and Germany too. The truth of this statement l ecomes apparent when we read that the United States now uses fifteen ])er cent, less wheat than before the war; and this, with only one-ludf of the liousekeepers of the country behind the movement. An idea of how much sugar is wasted in the United States may be gained from the following figures. Before the war Italy consumed fourteen ])ounds ])er capita every year; German} sixteen; France, twenty-eight, and England, thirty. In 1880 the United 106 AQUINO CAREW, (Marine Guard). States used thirty-nine and one-half pounds, while today it is using eighty-one pounds per eapita. Con- sider! More than enough to feed France, England and Italy all to- gether. Thus we see that, more than any- thing else, waste must be completely excluded from the household. When this is done, we need have no more worry, for our battle is practically won. You are incredulous, but figures do not lie, and we know from the testimony of experts, that before the war, we wasted enough food to feed the whole of Europe. And with this as our incentive, let us join the army of thrift and economy, and do, not our bit, but our best. We shall have no cause for regret. Richard Lee Ball, H. S., T8. siiir UN WHICH aquino carew is stationed. 107 ®prnUprttan0 nf Irlgium X Decciiiher 6, 1912, the S. S. Kroonland cast off ' and turned her i)row down the New York harbor, past the statue of Liberty. Soon we were plowing the deep, leaving “Coney Island” looking like a mere cloud which soon faded on the horizon. After eleven days of a delightful ocean trip, we docked at Antwerp, Belgium, on December 17. From here we went to live in Brussels, the capital of this famous and now war-stricken country. After a month or two 1 went to School at the College de St. Josse. The uppermost trait in the students’ character was their eagerness to become your friends. Every morning, on entering school, there was a general hand-shaking among all the professors and students, and the same happened also at leaving school in the afternoon. All speak French notwithstanding that Flemish is the national language of the North, and is a compulsory study in the schools. About ten boys in St. Josse could speak it fluently. Like every blue-blooded human being, the Belgians have an intense love of liberty. From the time of Caesar, who declared the Belgians to he the bravest of all the Gauls, until that memorable day in August, 1914, it was for freedom and liberty that the Belgians fought. How carefully they guard the frontiers of their country may be illus- trated by a little experience I had one summer. It was on June 5, 1913, that I went to Spa, a town not far from the German border. Hearing how near we were, I resolved to make a trip there on 1113 bic cle. Eveiything arranged, a friend and I set out, but not before we were told that we could go no further than the Belgian frontier without a pass- port. We said that we would go anjdiow, just for the sport of the ride. Setting out at seven o’clock in the morning, riding through the most beautiful mountainous coimtrj I ever expect to see, and passing many little villages, we were brought to a sudden halt bj the sight of a German flag on a fort on the mountain side. Wondering where we were, 1 asked several people who would respond with a shake of their shoulders. Roaming up and down the streets of this village we soon found a shop with a sign “English spoke” in the window. We went in and made a few purchases and got cheated out of a few francs. Then the ladj in charge told us that we were in Mahnedy, the first German village across the Belgian border. After wandering around and taking a few snap-shots, we started on our home- ward journey, coasting down one hill and then another. When we were climbing the fourth or fifth hill I heard some one call out “Arretez,” “Arretez” (Halt, Halt). Glancing over 1113 shoulder, I saw 1113 com- panion in the hands of two Belgian soldiers, while a third was running up the hill after me. My first intuition was to go as fast as I could, but gazing into the muzzle of a gun gave me a peculiar sensation, and remembering what good marksmen the Belgians are, I quickly changed 1113 mind and dismounted. The soldier gave off a line of French, but when he found that I did not understand, he became excited and talked faster; then he talked German. After a while things began to dawn on me. He wanted our passports. They kept us there nearl3 two hours, asking all kinds of questions. Then the3’ ' decided to keep us all night and send for our parents in the morning, to see if we were really telling the truth. After giving our life’s histoiy, they condescended to let us go, with a warning not to pass that road again without a passport. To this day I laugh when I think how we evaded the German guards, both going and coming, hut could onl3 once get b3 the Belgian. Besides his love of lihert3% the Belgian is noted for his devotion to art: to architecture, painting and music. For example, look at the Hotels de Ville, the ancient cathedrals and churches, the wonderful museums, all of them so many masterpieces. Belgium is the home of the famous Van E3 ck brothers, the inventors of oil painting, of Rubens, of Van D3x k. Regarding Belgium’s prominence in music a German once wrote that “This little out-of-the-wa3 corner of the northwest of Europe, this land of alluvial deposits, a land of laborious industry and flourishing com- 109 nierce is the veritable home of the most bewitching of all arts.” Bee- thoven was of Flemish origin; GreHry was born at Liege. In the sciences, Belgium can point to a long list of geniuses : Mercator, who invented mathematical geography; Helmont, the chemist, and Versalius, the father of anatomy. Belgium, up to the time of the present war, was distinguished for its industries. Its factories, workshops and foundries consumed more than 2,500,000 horse-power, furnished by 30,000 engines. The movement of shipping in the port of Antwerp amounted in 1913, to more than 16,000,000 tons. Her imports and exports were £350,000,000, proportionately three times the trade of France or Germany. To bring the size of Belgium home to us, compare it to our native state, Maryland. The area of Belgium is 10,340 square miles, while that of Maryland is 12,327. Belgium has a population of 7,658,000, and Maryland, 1,295,346. Therefore our area is about 2,000 square miles larger than that of Belgium, and our population about one-sixth smaller. In spite of the distinction of language between the people of the North and South, the Flemings and Walloons, common aspirations have given them but one soul. As one of their poets puts it, “Fleming and Walloon are only baptismal names — Belgian is our family name.” Belgium, needless to add, is a leader in education. It has two state universities, one in Gaud and the other in Liege; then there are the private universities of Louvain and of Brussels. There are also many other various institutions and technical colleges. The Belgians are Catholics; their King is Catholic. Every Sunday, at I’eglise de St. Joseph, there was a military Mass and all the soldiers (fuarters in Brussels attended. I remember once seeing a procession of the Blessed Sacrament pass- ing through the streets. Men proceeded ringing little bells, warning the people to be ready. When the priest went by, all knelt; even those in motor-cars got out and knelt on the pavement. This being my first experience of such a procession, I could not help glancing around, only to see all with bowed heads and moving lips. Another thing that impressed me was the respect shown for the dead. When a funeral went by in the street, every man raised his hat and stood until it had passed. Belgians are famous as missionaries. Wlien St. Francis Xavier was in India, he wrote to St. Ignatius for more missionaries and used the words “Da mihi Belgas” (“Give me Belgians”). Needless to say, wherever King Albert went, everyone raised his hat. Even I, a foreigner, could not but feel a thrill as I saw him pass. x s I look back, I do not wonder at the brave stand made by the Belgians at Liege; I do not wonder that they are now fighting to the last man, for their king and country. George B. Gibson, H. S., T9. 110 Slnuuatn MAR destroyed Alexandria; the Huns have destroyed Louvain.” These words, found in the note-book of Mr. Dupicreux, a Jesuit Scholastic, served as his death warrant. Here is the description of his execution as given by an eye-witness: “We saw Mr. Dupiereux coining towards us guarded by two soldiers, a third following with a paper in his hand. The latter asked to whom the writing belonged. Mr. Dupiereux declared it was his. As the soldier asked for an interpreter, I was pointed out. But what do I see? The scholastic had a big cross chalked on his back; he was holding his crucifix in his hand, and gazed at it steadily. The soldier handed me the paper and the otiiccr said: ‘Look here, you will first read this paper in French, and then translate it into German. If you omit a single word, you will be shot with him.’ My heart was beating violently. The Scholastic Avas condemned already! What was I to do? If I refused to read the pa])cr, there would be two victims; if I read it the Scholastic would be shot at once. The drift of this note was as follows: ‘The Germans have invaded Belgium with fire and sword; that horde of barbarians laid the whole country waste. When Omar destroyed the library of Alexandria, none believed that such vandalism would ever be repeated. It was repeated in Louvain, the library was destroyed; such is the ‘Gcrmanische Kultur’ of which they boasted so much.’ As I read these words the officer stopped me, ‘Genug-Ab’ (that will do), and as some tried to pacify him; ‘Kcin Wort mehr’ (not another word). Then the Scholastic who had listened to the reading with perfect calm and self-])osscssion, asked to receive absolution. This was explained to the officer and leave was granted. After con- fession, Mr. Dupiereux rose. The officer gave the command: ‘Vor- wartsl’ Without a minute’s hesitation, the Scholastic stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the crucifix. At about fifteen yards away from us he halted at the officer’s command. Then four soldiers were summoned and placed between the victim and ourselves. The command rang out: ‘Lcgt an! Feucr!’ We heard but one report. Mr. Dupicreux fell on his back. A last quiver ran through his arms. Then the spectators were told to turn around. Among them was the victim’s brother. The otiiccr bent over the body and discharged his gun in the ear, the bullet issuing from the eye.” As the unfortunate martyr to German brutality wrote in the passage above quoted: “When Omar destroyed the library of Alexandria, none believed that such vandalism would ever be repeated,” for the Library of Alexandria, was the most celebrated of the ancient world. Therefore 111 its destruction Ijy Omar, in 610, ])r()vc(l a deadly l)low to the literai’y development of that age. The Mohammedan ruler, when asked if this admirable collection might he spared, replied that if the books of the library contained the same doctrine as the Koran, they were useless; and if they were contrary to its teachings they were injurious; and, therefore, the library must he destroyed. This sacrilege against the intellectual world was ])eri)etrated by a half-civilized race whose i)eoi)le were for the most part nomadic, and eonse([uently illiterate; hut the annihilation of the University of Louvain was sanctioned by an enlightened nation whose rei)utation for culture and resi)eet for learning ranked among the highest. It is interesting to trace the history of the University of Louvain — that sweet and ancient seat of learning, which is now a place of deso- lation. Speaking of Louvain, a war correspondent writes: “Here was the greatest university of Belgium — one of the most renowned centers of Roman Catholic erudition.” The university and its library, rich in treasures that can never be replaced, were deliberately burned by the German Army on August 26, 1914. The Germans charged that the citizens of Louvain had intended to attack the invading troops. This has never been proved. Belgians have specifically denied it; but even if it were true, the destruction of a great library and the punishment of the innocent, in order to terrorize the guil ty could not be defended on any known ground. The Universit} of Louvain was founded by a bull of Pope Martin V, in 1425. Six years after its foundation, the Faculty of Theology was established. It had the right to receive a student from any part of the world, and to confer the degree of doctor. The studies followed included Theology, Civil law. Canon law. Medicine and the Arts — the latter including the physical and the mathematical sciences, philosophy, literature and history. During the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries, it was one of the strongest intellectual centres of Europe, so that when one spoke of “Louvain” his listeners inferred that the far-famed University was meant. The law faculty held a dominant position. The jurists of Louvain were an im])ortant bod} , and their influence was far-reaching. Appoint- ments to the highest government offices were always conferred on men who had received diplomas from Louvain. If the faculty of law exercised a far-reaching influence in the Uni- versity, the faculty of arts shed a more brilliant light over the world of letters. It was the very heart of the literary Renaissance of the Sixteenth Century and liad a distinguished rc])utation being in a word, the Athens of Belgium. It was liere tlie English Catholic Humanists, such as Tliomas More, found a happy refuge during the time of the persecution. 1]2 In the sixteenth century. Geometry, Astronomy and Geography found celebrated professors at Louvain. Minckelus, one of the instructors, invented illuminating gas. Regarding its fame in medicine, it is sufficient to mention Vesalius, the father of Anatomy, Von Helmont, and Rega, an authority in surgery. From the end of the seventeenth century, its Theological teaching was based upon the writings of St. Thomas Aquinas. Among its illus- trious teachers was Adrian Flavius, who later became Pope under the name of Adrian VI. Another famous exponent of Catholic ])hilosophy was destined to play no less an important role in the world’s history than that of Adrian VI. It was from the professor’s chair, at Louvain, that Cardinal Mercier was called to be, as events proved, the fearless leader of the Catholics of Relgium. The figure of this courageous prince of the Church stands out in striking vividness and jiower against the back- ground of violated Relgium. Seldom has there been given to the modern world a message of greater character and nobility than is contained in his famous Pastoral Letter, which is the sternest indictment of Germany yet drawn. He declares that his people look to be righted and that “they will not hear of surrender.” The nations of the Entente have pledged themselves to see to it that he and his people shall not be disappointed. In 1792 the Netherlands were occupied by the French revolutionary troops, and five years later the University was suppressed and its scien- tific property fell into the hands of the spoilers. Gregory XVI, in 1834, sanctioned the project of the Relgian Rishops to reestablish the University. The Ejiiscopate controlled this free institu- tion of learning, and appointed its head — the Rector Magnificus, who governed, assisted by the Deans of the college. The Faculty, at the time of the destruction of the institution, was com- posed of eminent men, whose names will ever hold a high place in the realms of knowledge. This University did not seek merely to turn out scientists and professional men; it aimed at making men and Christians of its students. The attractiveness of this seat of learning is best ])roved by the statistics of 1908, which shows an enrollment of 2,260 students. One cannot ap})reciatc what the world has lost — and lost forever, in the annihilation of Louvain; rare copies of the Latin ])oets, priceless early Ribles, libraries of ecclesiastical and civil law; these were among the 250,000 manuscripts reduced to ashes. The picture of ravaged Relgium is dreadful enough, but it is doubtful whether the picture of Germany is not more poignant. Here we see a great nation, justly proud of what it has accomplished, now fallen from its high estate and a traitor to the world. The Kaiser has proved him- self to be the Omar of modern times. 113 It is safe to say that Louvain is not dead; tier spirit will live forever in the hearts and minds of her sons. It is the hope of the civilized world that on the termination of the war this glorious seat of learning will rise phoenix-like from her ashes and grow to a glory ever increasing through- out the ages. Charles R. Durbin, Jr., H. S., ’19. REV. RICHARD A. O’P.RTEN, S..T. Chaplain (Lieutenant), France 114 oltpa anJi ®apa EAT, blistering heat. It penetrated into every nook of the town of Roaring Water and sapped the vitality of the popu- lace. Occasionally one of the loungers looked drowsily up the dusty street, along which stood the bank, the ramshackle houses, the long stretch of sandy, unbroken ground and the railroad station, whose front porch was adorned by the slumbering station agent, “Old Tom” Tips. “Old Tom” Tips was an animated picture of contentment. He main- tained the equilibrium of the three-legged chair on which he was sitting and sleeping simultaneously. His worn soft hat was spread over his face as if to exclude the fiery surroundings, for the thoughts of Tips were far away. Alreadj’ in spirit he was enjoying his coming vacation and the torrid surroundings before him disappeared in a vision of the cool and refresh- ing environment of a shaded lake. There the shadows were long and the trout numerous. He pictured the long cast of the line, the hesitating nibble only evident to the seasoned angler, the sharp tight and the speckled beauty glittering in the sunlight. Tips sighed and gazed in disdain at the dusty street. The metallic taps of the telegraph key interrupted his musings, and arising from his crippled chair, he entered the station. A few of the loungers across the street viewed his movements through half-closed eyes and then continued their slumbers. Tips shuffled across the station porch and again resumed his seat. He was angry; angry from the top of his hairless head to the tip of his wrinkled boot. After all his plans, his dreams, his imaginations, he suddenly became sick of the whole thing: the monotony, the routine, the desolation. He realized now the true value of his vacation. It had been the incentive that slightly brightened his irksome labors, the goal that beckoned to him during the long winter nights. And now, balancing himself on his dwarfed chair with unconscious skill, he spread out on his knee the message he had received over the wire. He adjusted his cracked spectacles and again re-read the writing: “Regret to inform you that your vacation must he cancelled. Unable to obtain assistant. “G. A. Carlton, Superintendent.” Carefully folding the paper Tips stared vacantly down the dusty street. “If it were only a reduction in pa ” he gloomily said, “hut a cancelling of my vacation!” To Tips this was the acme of injustice; this last straw 115 liad broken the l)aek of the I ' aithful eainel. Al)riii)tly he gathered his eourage together, like a hoy standing on the brink of a eold hath, and j)lunged into tlie station. He would resign, hul in doing so he would make the wires burn with the fire of his wrath. He would show Carlton he was not a diseiple of the “turn the other cheek ' ’ eult. The superintendenf s verbal boomerang had eoinpleted its outward are and was now returning. Tips started slowly, framing his thoughts to words, hut soon the tap- jiings of the key heeame faster and harshly attested the sender’s anger. The message completed, the tlame of Tips’ wrath diminished and he hastily wrote a copy of the words speeding over the wires. G. A. Carlton, Superintendent: “Your telegram received. Everything noted. I am ready about now to commence my usual summer operations. I am leaving tonight where superintendents cannot wreck haiijiincss. No more train life. Resign- ing so as to enjoy vacation planned.” With a grim smile of satisfaction Tips threw himself on his hunk and dreamed of superintendents, telegrams, shady ])ools and speckled trout. Tips possessed an additional sense which he could neither define nor explain. That sense had told him to look up when a runaway train was hearing down on him; it had told him to jump aside one morning in the station when a black snake leaped over the spot he had just vacated. Now it awoke him from his slumbers and injected into him a feeling of uneasiness. Something was wrong and Ti])s knew it. Propping himself on both elhov s he noticed a yellow stream of light coming from the ofiice and silently he crept to the door. A man was standi ng over the telegraph key. The blonde hair, the tendency towards corpulency and the occasional deep gutterals distinctly stamped him a Teuton. Ti])s rai)idly studied the situation. x nyone who breaks stealthily into a station at night is inlying no legitimate business. The intruder was l)robably armed, while the only weapon in the station’s arsenal was in the desk drawer and closer to the night j)rowler than to Tips. There remained only one course and Tips felt he must take it. True, he had resigned, hut the old sense of duty, fostered by his many years of service, was too strong to be disregarded. Opening the door, he bent down like a si)rinter and dove at the intruder’s legs. They both crashed to the floor. Tii)s soon realized he was the weaker. While he was exerting every muscle to obtain supremacy, the stranger, with relaxed limbs, easily escaped him and saved his strength until his o])j)oncnt showed signs of weakening. Tips’ exertions became fainter and the i)rowler’s hand gripped his throat like a vise. 116 Tips’ body cried for air as the pressure became greater. Varicolored circles danced before his eyes and the surroundings were becoming blacker. With one last supreme effort he flung his opponent from him and they both crashed against the telegraph key. The brain of Tips temporarily cleared when he remembered his connection with the out- side world. With agonizing pants he freed one hand and tapped off the familiar address — Carlton. Then followed a succession of S. 0. S. calls, each one more feeble than the preceding. The varicolored circles before his eyes increased their grotesque dances; he made one choking effort for freedom — and then darkness. When he awoke, he glanced wildly first at the immaculate linen and then at the trim nurse at his bedside, making out a report. Tips didn’t understand it and he told her so. Before explanations were in order, Carlton, the superintendent, tiptoed into the room. “How do you feel?” he asked cordially of Tips. “What am I doing here?” inquired Tips, ignoring the question. “Well,” laughed Carlton, “you have a right to know, seeing as you are the party of the first part in the case.” “You know,” he began, “we have been watching the movements of certain Teutons in this vicinity for some time. I was kept posted on their plans by Government agents who were also interested in their designs. I knew they would attempt to wreck one of the numerous munition trains that pass over our road and after exchanging the con- tents of the cars, they would convey it by motor trucks over the prairie and ship it to Mexico via a deserted railroad. Once in Mexico it would reach Germany in neutral ships, especially captured for that purpose. That was the plan. “They were to commence operations as soon as you left on your vaca- tion. The headquarters of the Teutons was in a cave back in the hills, and as the exact date of ' our departure was unknown, one of the gang was dispatched to investigate. He found everything quiet and he oecupied the place. The Teutons back in the hills tapped our wires, and their representative was to advise them of the prevailing conditions and give them the time when the plan was to be sprung.” “This is where you helped us nobly,” continued Carlton, “for we were asleep at the switeh. When we received your repeated S. O. S. calls we knew that all was not well at Roaring Water. I j acked a squad of government agents aboard a special and we found a blonde chap work- ing the key and you were trussed up like a parcel in the corner. The Teuton admitted everytliing and was permitted to turn witness for the government. “He led us to the headquarters and we rounded up the whole gang. We dro])ped you off at the hospital and ” said Carlton, “that’s about all.” 117 “But,” said Tips, “you said I helped you nobly. I don’t understand.” The superintendent opened a telegram and handed it to Tips. Tips colored as he recognized the sheet containing his fiery resignation. “Do you mean,” he hotly demanded of Carlton, “that the best turn I ever did the Comi)any was to resign?” The superintendent laughed heartily. “No,” he said, “you accidently hit upon the Teuton’s code and greatly confused their i)lans.” Tips re-read the familiar message. “Well,” said Tips when he had finished reading. Carlton again uttered his peculiar laugh. “Every fourth word,” he said. Tips did as directed. He stiffened in his bed and a smile broadened on his face. Again he read it, picking out every fourth word. “Everything ready. Commence operations tonight. Wreck train as planned.” “Your resignation was a God-send,” said Carlton, “and the Company needs you on its payroll.” Carlton tore the resignation into fragments and started from the room. “And,” he added, “your vacation starts as before.” Tips grinned happily at these words, for what is work without a vacation? He languidly propped himself up with two pillows and was soon dreaming of shady pools, lapping waters, refreshing breezes and speckled beauties. Elmer Fody, H. S., ’18. WILLIAM WICKHAM Coast Artillery 118 Jfntlpii ” SHORT, sinister-looking man with long black whiskers stopped in front of a large red brick house on Prince George street, Annapolis. After casting furtive glances around him, he tapped three times on the window. Presently it was opened. “How goes it, Pinkey?” “All right, Charlie. But you had better bolt the door wdien you come in. We can’t be too careful.” With another quick glance around him he entered the dwelling. He slowly and silently made his way up to the third floor and unlocking the onl} door there, went into the room. His first action was to remove the wdiiskers, and now it could be seen that he was quite a young man, not at all bad looking and very well built. He was engaged in looking over some papers on a desk in the corner, when a second man entered, who might be recognized as the one who had appeared before at the lower window. “Well, Charlie, how did things come off today?” “Our plans worked great, Pinkey. I got Kelston to introduce me as ‘a Mr. Duncan, of Cleveland,’ and the poor innocent babe fell for it. He showed me almost everything within the Naval Academy grounds, and besides, gave me two passes, so 1 can enter anytime at all. I got some information about that new invention, and I know exactly where the plans are kept. Kelston told me he had all the wires laid and every- thing is ready for the morning.” “Who is the officer you fell in with?” “Lieutenant-Colonel Healy, B 529, Farragut Bldg., and he’s just the man we want. Did you learn anything of importance from Meeks?” “No. He was helping to draw up these diagrams. He was here a few minutes ago and he brought these plans and this message from Kelston. Here, read it.” On a small piece of Naval Academy paper the following was scribbled in code: “Six men-of-war will pass here tomorrow morning at 3.30. All is ready here. Do your duty. “Captain K.” “My information says that only four ships were coming. The Ohio, Texas, Birmingham and Samuel T. Bennett. However, 1 guess he’s got more inside dope than I.” Then both went over the plans and diagrams they had succeeded in getting, and it was almost midnight before Charlie suggested that they rest for a few hours. 119 “I’m going upstairs and send this message to Meeks first,” Pinkey answered. “By the way, Charlie, did you finish up your job this atternoon?” “Yes, I’ve got that all ready now, too; although I guess we won’t have eause to use it. All you have to do is jiress this button under the desk and all the papers in the vault are immediately burnt up. But let’s go upstairs and get this message oil.” He walked aeross the room, lifted up a corner of the carpet and imlled a plug there concealed. Imme- diately the wall in front of them swung aside. The two men entered a small comjiartment and quickly the wall swung back in place. Charlie inilled back a lever and they began to ascend. The elevator kept rising at an even si)eed for about fifty feet, and then it stopped. The men looked up. Many stars were dotted aeross the sky and the moon was beginning to iiecj) from behind a dark cloud. “We’re going to have good weather for our work, Charlie,” the larger man remarked. Directly before them was a small shed built around the chimney. This they entered, taking great care to close the door after them. Here a concealed wireless set was put into use and the tlame was darting from wire to wire with great rapidity. Suddenly the door was thrown ojien. “Hands up, you villains. I’ve got you know !” The words, thundered out in a deep sonorous voice, seemed to petrify the men, and the tlashlight, playing on their faces, showed two coun- tenances of fear. For a moment there was silence. Then — bang! a shot resounded through the silent air and, with a dull thud, the body of a man fell to the roof. Crash! a plate of glass, broken into a million bits, drowned the groans of the injured man. Near the edge of the roof, two figures were engaged in a death struggle when, bang! another shot rang out and another! and still another! A second figure sank beside the tirst and more groans resounded through the air. “Quick Pinkey, the secret passage!” Then grabbing his companion b} ' the arm he rushed across the roof to the elevator. Just then a dim form stepped out of the shadows and a warning voice stopped them. “Hands uj) or I’ll shoot.” But Charlie, heedless of the words, tiling himself with a mad plunge on the speaker and pinned him to the floor. Jumping into the elevator which Pinkey had already started, he let it go at full speed to the lower floor. When it arrived there he rushed across the room and pressed the button below the desk. Immediately flames began to spring out in the iron vaults. Then, o])ening a door and calling to his friend to follow quickly, he literally flung himself down a winding flight of stairs. At the bottom they ojiened the garage door and jumping iqion a motor- cycle sj)ed out of the rear entrance. Down i)ast Church Circle they weni 120 at full speed, the “put, put” of the engine breaking the solemn stillness of the air. No one was on the streets; the whole town seemed quite calm and undisturbed. Now they were approaching the water and the way became rough. But still they did not slow up. Huge ruts were here and there and if one would peer through the blackness he would be able to see the water’s edge scarcely seventy-five feet away. A glance at the speedometer showed that it registered forty miles per hour. And now the water was only fifty feet away! How could they stop? “Jump! it’s our only hope!” The machine struck a deep rut and lurched over to the side and the two men were thrown to the road. With its wheels spinning around wildly, it passed into the river with a loud splash. The two men, severely bruised, stepped into a motor-boat moored at the dock. It was quickly started and its nose pointed North. Quietly skimming over the surface of the moonlit waters, they rounded the point and came in sight of the Academy grounds. They arrived at the sub- marine station and there they jumped upon a low bridge and ran at full speed for the land. Passing the Benson Barracks and the drilling grounds, they came to the Perry Building. Boldly entering, they rushed into the first room. The taller man hurriedly drew a diagram from his pocket and ran to an instrument in the corner, pointing as he did so, to the clock upon the shelf. Its hands showed that it lacked but ten minutes of 3.30. The second man nodded. Remaining at the door he peered into the dark. “Here, look out! Halt! Who goes there?” A tall thin officer in uniform had entered the room and he was looking around trying to make out the figures in the dim light. “Oh, it’s you, Kelston. You almost scared me out of my wits!” “Sh ! There are officers around. Don’t make a sound.” Running over to the corner he drew a flashlight from his pocket and threw its rays upon the instruments there. For a moment he worked in silence. Beside him stood Charlie, pistol in hand, while the third man kept guard at the door. “Fve got the range now and I see them coming. In about ten minutes the United States will be minus six ships and about four thousand men.” Perhaps it was the propinquity of that awful moment, perhaps the dangerous surroundings, perhaps the general excitement that caused them to relax their vigil. At any rate Commander Healy appeared at the door just as Kelston made this last statement. ■ ■ ★ Today three men, one an ex-captain in the Navy, are serving life sentence at Atlanta and Admiral Healy tells his friends of that morning on which he saved a section of the United States’ fleet. Leo C. Muth, H. S., ’19. 121 122 EDITORIAL STAFF. Top Itow (i H (ilKSON, C. U. DURKIN, K. A. roOLAlJAN, T. r. K KLLV, K. D. BALD, C. L. COOUMIAN, E. J. NESTOR, SEllLSTEDT. First Row— W. A. STREET, J. O. SCRIMOER, O. E. RENEIIAN, II. R. PETERS. Uo nla OInUpgp Annual VOL. XI. 1918 EDITORIAL STAFF. Editor-in-Chief. George E. Renehan, T8. Editor of Class Notes. Harold R. Peters, T8. Associate Editors. W. Ada ' Street, T8, James O. Scrimger, ’19, Thomas P. Kelly, ’20, Edward J. Nestor, ’21. Richard H. Ball, H. S., ’18, George R. Gibson, H. S., ’19, Charles R. Durbin, H. S., ’19 Business Manager. Albert J. Sehlstedt, ’19. Assistant Business Managers. Charles L. Coolahan, ’21, Robert A. Coolahan, H. S., ’18. ICogolaj at th? Jffrnnt Outside Loyola’s doorway hangs Loyola’s “Service Flag.” Its 215 stars bear testimony to the loyalty and courage of Loyola’s sons. In other days Loyola has sent out her trained men, finished products of the system for wdiich she stands, into other fields — fields of industry, of professionalism, of intellectual achievement — peace fields. And her sons made good, rose to eminence and brought added lustre to her name. Then came Avar, and Avith it the call aAvay from the old regime. By the scores Loyola’s sons responded. Not alone her younger men, quick- pulsed, virile, eager for combat; but likcAvise her elder sons. Men high in professional and commercial activity in Baltimore’s life; married men; men of position, of influence, of responsibility have left the material success that they have builded themselves through the years, have dis- regarded personal ease and personal comfort, haA e scorned the lure of monetary gain and haA e pledged “their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor” to the cause of America and humanity. So haA ' e they realized the best ideals of their training. 123 Young men fresh from lecture-room and laboratory have gone with them, often rejecting “tine openings” along tlic lines tlicy luul mapped out for their life work — work i)lanned before America’s entrance into tlie war. Now tlicy are dedicating tlieir lives to a new etfort — work that ttie early years of tlieir college life held little thought of; work, never- theless, that the training of those early years has rendered them a hundredfold more worthy to perform. It is the proud boast of the Jesuit system that the man il has trained is a finished man, a rounded man, an educated man. Such a man, with his balanced judgment, his schooled mind, his disciplined will, is suiierlativcly e([uipped for the battle of life. Nor is the training less elJcctive in the more concrete battle of war. The men that the Jesuit Colleges give to the arms of America arc pre-eminently soldiers, cultured in mind, disciiilincd in will, sound of body. Loyola is proud of her sons — proud of the men of every Jesuit College in the land who have eagerly taken up arms in defense of the rights and honor of their country. It is significant that few of the men of Loyola have been touched by the draft- Loyola men did not wait for that sort of enrollment. They have spontaneously, freelj unrelentingly given, as they had been trained to give, counting no cost great which purchased the vindication of their nation’s honor, no cost great that would aid the fight “to make the world a decent place to live in.” I Georoe Renehan, ’ 18 . IGrttpra to g ' nliitpra One of the greatest comforts of a soldier’s life is a letter. It matters not whether it be outgoing or incoming, since it affords him opportunity for greatly needed mental relaxation. Letters are to the one who offers his life-blood for his country, a means of diversion from the surrounding horrors of war; they are a bridge that spans the broad Atlantic; they unite the “boy” in the trenches with the fireside at home; they comi)lete the link in the chain that binds comrade and friend; they relieve anxiety; they give cheer in the darkest moments, and they are a never-ending source of gratification and encouragement to the “boy over there”; they remind him that his efforts in this fight for democracy are ai)preciated, if only by conslant remembrance. He cares nothing for the information in the towni)aj)er that “the Germans are ])rei)aring for another drive,” or that “the United States is rushing men to France.” He is face to face with tlie real situation, and 124 is too busy performing his individual task to enter into a discussion about it. What the soldier and sailor longs for is a letter from home. Things that seem trivial to the civilian are the pinnacle of his desires. The mind of the soldier travels back to the home left behind, little traits are brought to mind, and memories teach him to love the good things left at home. If no mail is forthcoming, his countenance droops. The fighting spirit has been extracted from him. He must wait in silence, depending upon his imagination of what is happening “back there.” With no news from home how can he he glad? How can he keej) from thinking that some misfortune has held back that letter? How can he keep from thinking that they have forgotten him? He cannot ])crsuade himself that he has been sinned against. So he, the unselfish, the true American, trying as best he can to suppress his disappointment, returns to the trenches deprived of the spirit that makes a man a fighter — he lacks grim determination. Then on another day, with eager hands, he grasps the letter. That brightened face, those sparkling eyes, those rushing thoughts, change the scene; and he is carried back, as it were, to that distant fireside. He reads not that “the aeroi)lanes were lost” or that “the war will end in June,” but that which stirs his heart and binds him closer to his home. He reads “Baby has now begun to walk,” or “Little brother Jimmy is still tying knots in cats’ tails,” or “Sister Susie bought a Liberty Bond.” Such is the diff erence in letter writing. The first does not quiet that inward desire for family news, while the second satisfies the soldier’s craving for news, since it tells him what he desires to know. He hears about those little details of everyday life which are commonplace to the ordinary civilian, but which, when told to the “boy over-seas,” seenis a wonderful narrative. More about home is what the man in uniform wants in his mails. Tell him of home, of the family; tell him the things he wishes to know. ,on ® Ihomas Kelly, 20 . QHjriHttan Pa rrntH an Patrinliem To what source may we trace the spirit of patriotism that we see mani- fested in our boys of the army and navy ? We shall answer the ques- tion by quoting from some letters received from parents of Loyola’s fighting sons. Here is an extract from a letter from the father of two former Loyola students: “My son, Joseph Carhery, who has been 125 ordered to Camp Lee, left at 11 o’clock this A. M., and will reach there some time this evening, when he will receive his commission as a lieu- tenant in the regular army. Our other son Norman Bruce leaves here this week for Camp Meade. He also was at Loyola for several years. We have only two children and in less than one week both of them will he in the service of the United States. Please have some masses offered for the souls in Purgatory for the safe return of our dear boys.” A mother of two Loyola boys in the service writes that she is sorry she is not able to go and fight with them. “If I had ten boys,” she says, “I would rejoice to sec them all go.” In a recent letter, the same mother says: “We got word from Tom that the ship he sailed on arrived safely overseas. Henry left Camp Mills, L. I., for “over there,” on Saturday. I know you will remember the boys in your good prayers. It’s sad to see them go, but they went to fight for right and justice. May God bring them home safe. But in any case. His will be done.” These two letters from a Christian father and a Christian mother, an- swer satisfactorily the question asked in the beginning of this article: To what may we trace th is patriotism? To the spirit of the Founder of Christianity, to the spirit of all true Christians and in a special way to the spirit of Christian parents — the spirit of sacrifice. With this spirit have their sons been imbued — they have learned it from the teachings of words and from the more powerful teaching of example : the sacrifice of everything, even life itself, for right and for justice. All honor to our brave boys who are fighting for their country, but honor yet more to the heroic fathers and mothers, who taught them the lesson of genuine patriotism, founded on the principles of Christianity. nf IGojjaltii In the present issue of The Annual there appear many letters from Loyola men in every branch of the service. Three things, in the minds of the editors, have marked those letters. Loyalty there was in all of them. And the three dominant traits of all were phases of the loyalty that had been the watchword of their upbringing — to God, to their country, to their Alma Mater. In eacli letter there breathes the spirit of faith and confidence in the God who is guiding their destinies; with each letter comes the message of fine courage and a life gladly dedicated to the country’s cause; in each letter is manifested the old-time fealty which time nor place nor circumstance can alter, to the “sheltering mother” of their youth. So lias the lesson of loyalty been learned, so is it daily demonstrated in the lives of the men whom Loyola claims as her own and proudly dis- plays to the world, the ultimate justification of her being. Georoe E. Benehan, ’18. 126 ®ljp 011|rnittrlp September. 3 HE opening of the College, High Sehool and Preparatory departments took place on September 17, when Father Rector greeted the old and new students in the college hall. On the following Monday the Mass of the Holy Ghost was ollVred, the entire student-body attending, including the Senior Class who, on that day, resumed their philosophic studies. October. During the latter part of October, the annual retreat for the students was conducted by Father Francis M. Connell, S.J. The day following the retreat, the members of the College, High School and Preparatory departments received Holy Communion in a body at the quarter-to- eight o’clock Mass, which was celebrated by Father Connell. Imme- diately after Mass, the boys were the guests of the Faculty at breakfast in the gymnasium. December. Following a time-honored custom, the students gave an informal entertainment to their parents and friends the day before the Christmas holidays began. Each class had a representative on the programme. Rev. Father Rector made a brief address to the boys, desiring them to extend the greetings of the season from the Faculty of the College to their parents and relatives. For the College department, Mr. Nestor, of Freshman, read a story entitled “A Loyola Roy’s Christmas in the Trenches.” The Sophomore representative, Mr. Ciotti, read an essay entitled “The Rurning Rabe.” Mr. Czyz, of Junior, gave a little disquisi- tion on “The Logic of Christmas.” Mr. Rcnchan, representing the Senior Class, extended the best wishes of the students to the Faculty. Father Rector then blessed and raised our service Hag. It shows that there are more than two hundred Loyola hoys who are serving their country. January. Classes were resumed on January 4, when rei)etitions were begun. Early this month Father Fleming called a meeting of the classes of the College and of Fourth and Third Year High School to select committees for the annual reception which the students give their parents and friends. On the 24th of this month, the students had regular class on their customary weekly holiday, Thursday. This was due to the temporary transference of the weekly holiday to Saturday, resulting 127 indirectly from the (ioveriimeiit ' s order for eoallcss Mondays, The mid-year examinations were held on the last three days of this month. FeBIU AHY. On February 11, the Fourth Annual Students’ Recei)tion was given the boys to their j)arents and friends. The library and gymnasium were gayly decorated for the occasion. Dancing, card i)laying, informal entertainment, luncheon and a seientitic lecture by members of the Junior Class were the order of the evening. The enthusiasm mani- fested by everyone clearly attested the success of Loyola’s most important social function. The boys had every reason to feel gratified over their success as hosts. March. The Xovena of Grace, in honor of St. Francis Xavier, was held from the 4th to the 12th of March. The students attended an exercise each day of the Xovena, in the Chapel of Grace. A few days after the close of the Xovena, a talk, accompanied by moving and still pictures, was given in the hall by a representative of the United States Government. The subject of the lecture was “Ships and Shipbuilding,” and its purpose was to interest students in the Government’s shipbuilding programme, and to get them to help out in the shipyards during vacation. April. Each year it is customary for the Senior Class to attend the Philo- sophical Disputation at Woodstock College. This year the disputa- tion took place on April 24. Due to the fact that Father Ooghe, the professor of Metajihysics and Logic at ' Loyola, was one of the objectors in the disputation, the Junior Class also made the trip. May. (Jne way in which the Loyola students show special devotion to the Hlessed Virgin during the month of May, is by keeping her shrine in the corridor decorated with flowers and by wearing a special medal in her honor during this month. Each day at a ([uarter-past-two o’clock, the boys gather around her statue. After a hymn, sung by all, a paper on “Devotion to Our Lady” is read by the student appointed; a short jirayer and hymn conclude the exercises. W. Ady Street, ’18. 128 Jfatljpr inijtt 0. WifitttPij. 31. One night we talked of the sea and of his days on the training ship. He sat in his easy chair, and I in the rocker close by. His big kindly face would light up with a broad smile as he told some pleasant incident of those days of long ago. This night he spoke of the future that might have been before him had he remained in the Navy. In fun, I likened him to “Fighting Bob Evans,” and remarked that he might have become an Admiral. Yith a smile and a shake of his head, he repeated: “Who knows, I might have been ‘Fighting Jack Whitney.’ ” And he might have been. Yet when the news of his death came, hundreds mourned him as one of the most amiable, and kindest, and most altruistic of men. Father Whitney, or “Pop” Whitney as he always liked the boys to call him, for seven years Pastor of St. Ignatius’ Church and Chaplain to the students of Loyola, died November 27, 1917. His death was a severe personal loss to all who knew him. To those who w ere so fortunate as to be numbered among his intimate friends, his passing leaves a place that can never be filled. For he was a man of men, and a true priest of God. The world can ill afford to lose him for she has few of his calibre. His life was a succession of good deeds. His death, measured by the untold good he accomplished, has undoubtedly placed him among the unsung saints of God. To chronicle his death is no easy task. To try to narrate his life is hard, when one thinks that his ifoble life is ended. That life is written deep in letters of gold in the hearts of hundreds. He is gone only in the sense that he sleeps : for his spirit can never die. The story of his life reads like a master novel from a fanciful brain. He was born of non-Catholic parents, at Nantucket, Massachusetts, on July 19, 1850. His early days can be told in no better way than in his own words. We take the liberty to quote from the story of his con- version written by himself for “Some Roads to Rome in America,” by Miss Georgina Pell Curtis. “I was brought up a Congregationalist; my mother was a very devout member of that church. In the morning and again in the evening of Sunday, I used to attend the somewhat protracted services which were common in those days, and in the afternoon I went to the ‘Sabbath School.’ Here we were taught, no doubt, something of the catechism. What I chieffy remember is that we had to memorize a number of verses from the Scriptures, and to answer questions like these : ‘What is the longest verse in the Bible? The shortest verse ? Who was the meekest man?’ etc. 129 “ hen I was in my twentieth year I fell in with Dr. A , a young man a few years older than myself. We were fellow othcers on the school-ship ‘Mercury,’ and were accustomed to talk over the question of religion together. He used to say: ‘That the Protestant Churches are nothing. There is only one true Church, and that is either the Catholic or the Mormon Church.’ That was a curious and startling theory. The result of our intercourse was that I considered the claims of the Catholic Church worth consideration. “I was at that time in a position to see the very different methods pur- sued the Protestant Chaplain, a very worthy man; and by the Catholic Chaplain, an old and venerahle Jesuit. The first did his work, such as it was, in a way with which no one could find fault; he held his services at the regular hour — the sermon was delivered, the hymns were sung, and the tracts were distributed — and all was over. The latter was most edifying in his complete devotion to the interests of those for whom he labored; he never spared himself at all; he was with the boys all day long and in the evening until the hammocks were piped down. The next morning at five o’clock he said Mass and gave Communion. “While we were at Newport attending the yacht races for the ‘America Cup’ in August, 1870, the captain of the ‘Mercury,’ as a great treat, invited a newly wedded couple who were there on their bridal tour, to return with us to New York after the races were over. The day of departure came. We weighed anchor, set sail and started for home. While we were drifting lazily up Long Island Sound I was surprised, while below, to hear the boatswain’s mate call away the third cutter. It was a most unusual thing to lower a boat under these conditions, and 1 ran up on the deck to see what it all meant. I found that the bride had dropped a book into the water and that the executive officer, who was on deck at the time, had ordered the boat lowered to rescue it. As soon as we officers learned the cause of the commotion, we smiled at the executive officer’s gallantry and turned away. The next day, when we arrived in New A ork, the lady, Mrs. S , left the book on the ward- room table. I was curious to see what had been the object of this remarkable rescue. I took up the book and found that it was the ‘Invitation Heeded.’ I read it over and over again with ever increasing pleasure and satisfaction. I had found the source and seat of authority. “Much to the surprise of Father Duranquet, the Chaplain, I approached him one day with the book in my hand and said: ‘Father, if this book be true, I feel that I ought to become a Catholic.’ He answered very pru- denth : ‘Well, it’s a serious question. You must pray over it and I will send you more books to read.’ “And so the months passed. The Father sent me a number of books. I read them and talked with my friend. Dr. A , and prayed for light and strength. On the 1st of November, I called to see Father Duranquet 131 and talked over matters vith him, and owing to something he said, I came to the eonelusion that now was the time, and I agreed to accompany him tlie next morning to the Church of tlie Paulist Fathers, the old one on 59tli street, so that Dr. Stone, who was residing there, might be my god-fatlier. “And so on the 2nd of November, All Souls’ Day, 1870, I was baptized conditionally by Father DuraiK[uet, and received into the Catholic Church. When 1 arrived at the church they were singing a requiem Mass for the day; the catafahjiie was there and the candles, all of which were strange and unintelligible to me; but 1 had found the seat of authority, the Catholic Church, and I was prepared to accept whatever She proi)osed to me.” Two years later, on August 14, 1872, he was received into the Society of Jesus. His deep knowledge of mathematics, for to be instructor in the Navy one must know his Calculus well, qualified him as a teacher in that branch, and in this capacity he was stationed for a number of years prior to his ordination at the College of St. Francis Xavier, New York City. Later he went abroad and made his higher studies at Roehampton, London; Stonyhurst, and Miltown Park, Dublin. While abroad be made the acquaintance of Father Purbrick, S.J., later Provincial of the Maryland-New York Province, and one of his most intimate and re- spected friends. After his ordination he taught again at St. Francis Xavier’s, New York. Father Whitney, though a big, and apparently robust man, was not always in the best of health. Several years after he had become a jiriest he journeyed South for a rest. He spent some time at Spring Hill College, Mobile, Alabama, where he was Vice-President. Later he was transferred to the College of St. Charles Borremeo, Grand Coteau, Louisiana. It was one of his great delights to tell how he had organized a brass band among the students and teachers at Grand Coteau, and how he, when not playing the bass horn, acted as bandmaster. In the middle nineties, his health having improved, he came north and joined the teaching staff of Fordham University. In July, 1898, he was appointed to the Presidency of Georgetown University. Under his direction. Old Hilltop took on a new appearance. He erected the si)acious main entrance in the north wing of the Healy Building; much of the interior direction as it is today was done through his initiative. Due in a large measure to his efforts, Georgetown Hospi- tal was comi)leted and it was formally oj)ened by him. He arranged for the incor])oration witli the University of tlie Washington Dental College and Hosiiital of Oral Surgery. It was not until a year later, after he had been transferred to Boston, that the Georgetown Dental School was opened. 132 During the remainder of his life, Georgetown was his great pride and delight. The story is told of how he visited the College several years ago and came to the porter’s lodge professing to be a stranger. The willing porter asked if he would like to he shown about. Acting as though he had never seen the ])lace before. Father Whitney was led about the grounds and through the corridors and rooms, a very inter- ested tourist. Presently his guide led him down the main corridor of the Healy Building where are hung the i)ictures, in oil, of the former Presidents of the University. Coming to liis own likeness. Father Whitney stopped, and pointing with his cane, in([uircd, “Who is that old fellow?” Not knowing his visitor, the porter rei)lied that the paint- ing was a likeness of Father Whitney who had done great things for tlie University an(t who “had died several years ago,” Unable to stamt the fun longer, with a hearty laugh he jokingly api)lied his cane to the porter’s ribs and showed him, in a very material way, that Father Whitney was still very much alive. In July, 1901, Father Whitney was appointed to the otlice of Treasurer of Boston College. Here his popularity si)read through the entire city and vicinity, and his friends were numbered by the hundreds. Here, too, he acted as Chaplain to the Convent of the Good Sliepherd, and his fatherly advice and help did much to reclaim those distressed souls to whom he was adviser. In July, 1908, he came to Baltimore, and excei)t for one year of parochial work in Brooklyn, N. Y., he was Pastor of St. Ignatius’ until his final illness. His erect figure standing at the altar, his deep voice in the confessional, his faithfulness to the sick and dying of the entire city, his daily visits to the hospitals, his Christ-like devotion to the poor, all ihese tell vividly and beautifully the story of his life here in tliis city. Much of the good he did was plainly visible; much more will never be known or told until he stands before the great tlirone of God. And such a great big heart! How he fairly wept at the sight of distress! And how he loved boys! The night he returned to Baltimore after his year’s stay at Brooklyn, he put his big arms about the group of college hoys who had come to meet him and actually cried for joy, because, as he said, he was glad to be back with his hoys. Under his direction, the Sodality at St. Ignatius’ increased in membershij) many times over. The entertainments and bazaars which he arranged will long be rc- memhered. Dating back to his days at Georgetown, he was known as a great lover of sports. In late years, few days were too warm, or too strenuous after parochial duties, to prevent him from attending the hall game. In the summer of 1916, Father Whitney went to Boston to consult his old friend and physician. Dr. Slattery. Shortly afterward his superiors were told that he had not long to live. But even to the last he journeyed 133 to the ball park at Boston the innocent diversion of this simple, big- hearted man. In October his condition became markedly worse. On November 5th he read Mass for the last time, and a few days later he received Extreme Unction. It is told how he immediately arose from his chair, and going to the phone, told several of his friends that he had just been anointed and asked their prayers. About a week later he took to his bed. The end came peacefully in the afternoon of November 27, 1917. The funeral was held the following Friday, at the Church of the Immaculate Conception, Boston. Burial took place in the cemetery at Holy Cross College, Worcester, Mass. Thus ended a truly wonderful life. From the little non-Catholic boy, playing about the water’s edge at Nantucket, to President of one of the largest Catholic universities of the land, his was a soul destined by God to be an exemplar and a guide. His kindly face is gone. But his influence lives; it cannot die. Father Whitney was a real man. He was a priest after God’s own fashioning. Leo a. Codd, ’16. ffllark QInrrnran When the students learned last September that their dear companion in study and play, Clark Corcoran, had been called from them, their sorrow was profound indeed, and their keenness of regret was blunted only by the sweet recollections that he had left behind. Clark was a boy who upheld the best traditions of Loj ola. Devoted to study, and deeply interested in everything that was adapted to his development as a good, cultured Catholic boy, he yei possessed that power of relaxing which moderation and discretion demanded. His cheerful sallies beguiled many an otherwise tedious hour; his smile radiated genial good feeling; his optimistic outlook was a welcome source of encouragement. “Honors” came to him in class, and “Honors” came also in his sports. Clark was always known as a good boy. His was the piety of a manly character. Assiduous in devotion to the Blessed Virgin, he became the Assistant Prefect of the Sodality, and by his faithful attendance and reverent demeanor, stood out as a model to his fellow sodalists. This same constancy in duty was manifested also by his long and faithful servic es as an altar boy, and no priest ever needed a server when Clark was within call. Clark Corcoran has departed from our midst. It is diflicult to beguile from their sorrow all tlie loving and loved ones he left on earth. But 134 if the tender recollections of a well-spent youth, if the many remem- brances of manly piety and devotion, if the sweet odor of a blameless life have avail in perpetuating the name and fair reputation of our departed, then Clark Corcoran will always occupy a prominent place in the list of Loyola’s hallowed dead, and serve as a model and an exemplar to students of the present generation and of those yet to come. Bernard J. Weigman, H. S., ’18. ilnapph S ' . (Supijiian Sorrow filled our hearts when we heard the sad news of the death of Joseph Gueydan. Through the long, weary hours of a month of pain, Joseph had lingered on his death bed, suft’ering much. Now he has gone, and we grieve, as well we may. Yhen Joseph entered the High School with us last year he soon won our respect. His spirit of study, his manifest desire to excel in his class work, his faithful application to his school-room tasks, all gained our esteem and we felt that Joseph was a creditable representative of First High “A.” No member of our class ever had occasion to lower his estimate of Joseph gained during the first few weeks of class. The ardent athlete, skilful in athletic competition; the faithful altar boy, ever present in the sanctuary when the occasion required; the daily communicant, draw- ing down strength from above: Joseph always remained in the high repute which first impressions conveyed to one. We have not forgotten him and althou gh he is gone we know his example lives with us. As a model, we have before us the life of our departed classmate. If we can imitate his virtues we may be sure that we shall some day gain that for which we must labor longer than he, but which we trust and feel he now enjoys as a reward for his short, pious life in our midst. Raawiond J. Donahee. The College suffered a severe loss in the recent death of Mr. Lapsley. For thirty years he has been a familiar figure to all who entered its doors, and our household and our friends will find it hard to realize that he will play his genial part no more. It is on the College register for 1870 that we meet with the name of “William H. Lapsley” for the first time. He remained but one year and returned in 1888 as assistant librarian. After a few days at this post he took up the duties which he relinquished only a short while ago. The final illness overtook him on Ai)ril 30, though in a week’s time he reeovered suttieiently to busy him- self about his charge as usual. Then came a recurrence of the ailment and it was thought best to remove him to the hospital. Here, despite all medical aid, and with the deep piety of his life shining out in his last conscious moments, he sank rap- idly and passed away on May Kith. The large numbers that came to view the remains and the many who at- tended the funeral from our church on the 2()th, bore testimony to the esteem and atfection in which he was held. ★ There are many institutions connected with the College, and Mr. Lai)sley must go down in history as one of them. To the newspapers and the general public he was simply the porter; to those who knew him and his work he was a great deal more. He was a friend of the “old boys’’ and a generous and interested i)atron of the new. For our old- time parishioners, he served to link grateful memories of the past with affectionate realities of the present. AYithin the house he seemed a member of the family circle. To most of us he was always “Mr. Lapsley” because of the pronounced though informal manner that marked him for a gentleman. When we called him “Lapsley,” it was with the endearment that clings to like familiarities of the old English days to which he could trace his ancestry. Many will miss Mr. Lapsley, but none so much as the members of the Community. No one can reckon the needless steps he has saved them; none can appreciate his tact and fidelity as they did. “Fll see if he’s in,” and “You can’t see him now” were occasionally misunderstood, but many a time the brief reply perhajis added a day to the lives of those for whom a labor was a love. Constancy, kindness and self-sacrifice marked his entire career, though we shall best remember the human side of him by his disarming sense of humor, his patience under unmerited reproach, and his suave faculty for making a polite excuse. We have no doubt about the eternal future of one who served God so faithfully and in God’s own house. Friends of the College may feel with all reverence that on their entrance into Heaven Mr. Lapsley will he there to meet them — at the Door. 136 R. A. Flemino, S. J. Alumni 5Jntpa WILLIAM J. o’bRIEN, JR. At the annual election of the Association, held on January 15, 1918, the following otlicers were chosen: president, Mr. Win. J. O’Brien, Jr.; first vice-president, Victor I. Cook; second vice-president. Dr. George V. Milholland; recording secretary, Bernard A. Binn; financial secretary, John F. C. Appel; treasurer, Edward A. Weiler; directors, 1918-20, Dr. Frank J. Kirby, James S. C. Murphy, Thomas F. Malloy. In accordance with tlic “thrift-s])irit” of the times, the Theatre Party and the Annual Banquet were omitted tliis year. The inauguration of 137 the President took place at an informal lunch held at the College on February 5, 1918. An inspiring address was made on this occasion by Rev. Richard A. Tierney, S.J., editor of America. The Association has manifested its patriotic spirit by investing, from the funds of the treasury, 5j 500 in a First Liberty Rond, and - 100 in a Third Liberty Rond, besides con- tributing generously to the Red Cross. The distinguished President of the Alumni Association, Mr. William J. O’Rrien, Jr., was born in Raltimore and was educated at Loyola. After some years devoted to obtaining business experience, both in Ral- timore and the South, he attended the Law Department of the University of Maryland and was admitted to the Rar in 1888. He received the honorary degree of A.M. from Loyola in 1908. Mr. O’Rrien was instrumental in establishing the Knights of Columbus in Maryland, and was the first State Deputy from this state. For some years he was a member of the National Hoard of Directors. He was also a member of the committee which revised the system of insurance in the Order, placing it on a stable foundation. He has never held any politic al position, but has confined himself entirely to the practice of his profession. UIET ' T. JOHN sTEvi:xs()X I ufantry Mr. O’Rrien is a son of the late Judge William J. O’Rrien, an LL.D. of Loyola. His brother. Rev. Rich- ard A. O’Rrien, S.J., another Loyola boy whose picture appears elsewhere in The Annual, is now in France as Chaplain in the United States Army. His son, William Van Rensselaer O’Rrien, is in the United States Naval Reserves. The Annual offers the congratulations of faculty and students to Rev. George J. Dietz, Rev. Henry A. Quinn, Rev. Francis L. Fenwick, S.J., and Rev. Fer- dinand C. Wheeler, S. J., all former Loyola hoys, who were ordained to the holy jiriesthood in Ma 3 Ad multos a linos. Tlie sjilendid record of two of last year’s graduates, Herbert R. O’Conor and John J. Farrell, in their first year’s work in the legal deiiartment of the Univer- sity of Maryland has been a matter of gratification to their many friends still in college. Mr. O’Conor led in the mid-term examinations of a class of ninety. Mr. Farrell was first witli an average of 98 in the Class of International Law. 138 The editors reproduce herewith a letter from one of our oldest living alumni, which was addressed to the Reverend Moderator of the Asso- ciation : Santa Barbara, California, September 24, 1917. Ma ' Dear Father Ziegler : When the Seventeen Annual, which you so kindly sent me, arrived, I was away from home, and after that I was somewhat ill. This is the first day on which it has been easy for me to take the time for an ex- pression of my pleasure regarding this very charming edition. It is bright, companionable, classic, convincing; nothing but good can come from its solidarity; and I am particularly pleased with the output of wit and freedom which runs through its pages. Maybe the boys are brighter, and maybe the dear old Fathers of the Church are easier- minded too. I do not know, but whatever it is, and whosoever, sure it seems that Loyola is not going to be glum when others are gay. The spirit which shines in these pages warms my heart, for it is full of clear- ness, enterprise and faith. All this will make me struggle harder to add my full quota to whatever is my debt to Loyola, and when taps come perhaps the order of the day will so recite it. Very affectionately yours, C. R. Baxleal Rev. Andrew J. Sauer, a student of Loyola in 1885, died on October 1, 1917. At the time of his death, he was pastor at Rlauvelt, Rockland Co., X. Y. Gen. Aloysius Leo Knott, a generous henef actor of tlie College and honorary member of the Loyola Alumni Association died on April 18, 1918. General Knott Avas born in Frederick, Md., eighty-nine years ago. The funeral was held from St. Ignatius Church. August L. Shutt, who entered Loyola in 1860, died on May 21, 1918. He figured as captain of a company organized among the students of the college at the outbreak of the Civil War. It is Avith great regret that we announce the death of an old Loyola student and deA’oted friend of the College, 5Ir. Win. H. Gahan. Mr. Gahan entered Loyola in 1870. His son, HoAA ard, Avas graduated in 1907; his son-in-hiAA , Capt. Isaac George in 1901. Mr. Gahan died on December 5, 1917. To the members of his family AA e off er our heartfelt sympathy. 139 UEV. WILLIAM .T. ENNIS, S. .1. Prosident REV. RICHARD A. FLEMING, S. .1. I’refect of Studies REV. I’lIILIP II. RFRKETT, S. .T. Professor of Ethics 140 (Elaaa uf 1918 3 ND suddenly realization comes to us, a realization fraught indeed with sadness, that for us one of the most momentous and happiest periods of our life is over and past, never to be reclaimed, never to be lived again. For our college career is fast coming to a close; the time of separation is near, and even now we are spending our last hours at Loyola. Quickly the few remaining days speed away, and soon we shall have passed out of the warm protecting arms of our Alma Mater. But a little while and we shall have gone forth into the highways of life, each choosing his path and each striving along that path to the bright star. Success, glimmering at its end. It is not the nature of college lads to take life too seriously, or to hunt out and dwell upon life’s woes and sorrows, but rather to plod along cheerfully enough in the present, doing their duty as best they can, enjoying themselves whenever they can, accepting misfortune when it comes, but certainly never wasting time to ponder over sorrows that are still in the dim future. And this, I believe, is the reason why we members of the Senior Class, although knowing full well, last September, that we vere beginning our last year at old Loyola, yet have not until now, a few days before gradua- tion, fully appreciated just what our Alma Mater has meant to us, and just what leaving Loyola is going to mean to us. We are only beginning to realize that for us Loyola must soon be spoken of in the past tense — merely something to remember. And that thought has come to each and every one of us during these last days. It has sobered us and ren- dered us rather thoughtful, and there is in our hearts a very real and deep sorrow. Like every other class that has ever gone or ever will go to Loyola, we have, for a great part of our lives, come to class and departed, have given excellent repetitions and horrible ones, longed passionately for holidays, have come late, been “jugged” — in short, wx ' have lived our lives at Loyola quite in the ordinary manner, without any special emotions concerning her, without much thought on the matter; in a word, we have regarded our college much as we do our own homes — merely as a matter of course. But today, when we look back on it all, we realize that within us there is a deep and lasting love for our college, just as true and real as our love for our own homes- a love which has always existed, whicli has increased with every year, the depth of which we have only come to realize now at the day of parting. 141 There is, too, another note of sadness in oiir leave-taking. For not only do we bid good-hye to onr Alina Mater, to our jirofessors, to the scenes whieh have become a part of onr daily lives, but the time has come when even we, members of the class, have arrived at a jiarting of the ways. Even normally, class-mates are soon scattered after gradua- tion. But, with our country at war today, the future is, to say the least, most uncertain. But stop! The boisterous Freshmen and the cynical Sophomores are snickering at our emotion and our sentimental farewell. Let us not, then, sink to pessimism, but rather consider the bright- nesses of life. And since there ar-e no brighter or happier days than those spent at Loyola, let us, just for a moment, hearken back to the “good old days” we have spent within these walls. It is rather difficult to decide just where our class as a whole had its beginning, for several of our members “broke into” Loyola at different times and different places. Some of us began in “Prep” and under the able guidance of Father M. A, Purtell we were “eased” down into the sea of Latin and Greek so gently that we never strangled once, nor spluttered a bit. In First High our numbers were increased and, aided b} Father F. J, Cotter, our knowledge likewise increased by leaps and bounds. Special class, pre- sided over by Father Joseph 1. Ziegler, also contributed several members to our present family. Second High is to be remembered as one of our most pleasant years, for did we not have tlie most pleasant of teachers, Mr. William Nevin? And wlio could fail to recall Third High, those happy days when Mr. Josei)h Fortescue ruled us witli a rod of iron, yet loved us as much as he “jugged’’ us — which was considerable! In no time at all, it seems, we were High School Seniors, quite dignified and chesty. Here the finishing touches were administered to our High School training, and administered most thoroughly by Father Win. Sullivan, And so finally we graduated from the High School — a big, healthy class we will always remember with pride. Of the twenty-six who graduated, seventeen returned to continue their studies. However, we soon became eighteen, for “Jack” O’Connor, who had graduated from City College, came to Loyola to cast his lot with ours. Freshman year is recalled to us ejuite clearly, not only on account of the vast amount of poetry that was infused into our jirosaic souls, but also because of the fact that this year brought us under the influence of two most noble and splendid men. Father James Moakley and Father Francis Hargadon. Sojihomore began with an agreeable surjirise for our former-teacher of Fourth High, Father Wm. Sullivan, greeted us again and began immediatel} to mould us into accomplished orators. Quickly tlie days ])assed and there came a time when subdued, awed, hesitating and with bated breath we stood at the 142 threshold of Junior — Junior, the land of that most sublime science, that very Science of Sciences, Philosophy! And here we were met by one whom mere words of ours can never suhiciently describe or praise — our j)rofessor, our counsellor, our friend. Father Justin Ooghe! We are not able to express the depths of our appreciation to him. But we intend to show him that all his patient and untiring efforts on our behalf, all his labors to form and sharpen our intellect, to train our will and to strengthen our character have not been wholly in vain. Senior Year came at last, and here it was our good fortune to meet still another Master of Philosophy, Father Philip H. Burkett, whom we will alwaj s mention with pride as having been our professor in Ethics and Political Economy. The fund of ethical norms and of sound, prac- tical principles which Eather Burkett has infused into us, has tempered and seasoned our judgment, so that we are co nfident that we will be well able to decide judiciousl}- and wisely the issues we may meet with in after life. Let it not be thought for a moment that we are forgetting those professors who, in High School or College, have labored to give us a knowledge of the Mathematical and Natural Sciences. Ripe, indeed, to our memory are the interesting and profitable hours spent with Mr. Joseph Kelley, Mr. Walter Summers and Mr. Thomas Love; clear to our mind are the x stronomical and Geological discourses of Mr. David Daley. And last, hut certainly not least, dear to our hearts is the memory of the years spent with our Matliematics and Chemistry teacher. Father Henry McLoughlin. All of us have felt the scourge of his righteous wrath, all have been jiricked by the barbed shafts of his kindly humor — hut, too, all of us have seen through the stern exterior he would present to us and have found underneath a gentle, a kind and a loving heart. Finally we offer our most sincere gratitude to Father Fleming, our Prefect of Studies, for all his kindnesses to us and for the most lively interest he has always taken in our welfare. And so at last our story is ended. Soon graduation night will find us assembled for the last time. But a few more days and Loyola shall usher out nine more Bachelors of Arts to face, to battle and to conquer the world. And it is with sadness that we say “nine” rather than eleven, for two of our members, who would have been with us today were, at the beginning of the year, called away to the colors, and are fighting our country’s noble cause. With pride we name them: our soldier, Joseph J. Doyle, and our sailor, James S. Duffy. And now, Loyola, farewell. We will never forget you, for you have infused your own spirit into us and it will abide in us forever. Dear Alma Mater, smile upon us a bright farewell, and join us in wishing that our future lives may be but the crystallization of all the noble ideals you have given us. H. Raymond Peters, ’18. 143 The Class of 1918 is proud to do honor here to the two nieiiil)ers, who, though not graduating with us now, yet would eertainly have been with us today, had they not been ealled away to the eolors to serve their eountry. James Dufty, our sailor lad, enlisted in the Naval Hospital Corps, just before elasses re- sumed last Septend er. Josei)h Doyle, our soldier boy, although knowing that he would soon be called away, yet stood by us to the last, and came regularly to class almost up to the day he dci)arted for Camp Meade. We have by no means forgotten them, nor do we fail to remember their many qualities and char- acteristics. “Jim” was known as the friend of the afflicted, ever read} and .T.UIES DUFFY willing to “fix up” tlie troubles of the unfortunate. He could tix anything from a balky tlivver to a broken heart. It is only natural, then, that we called him “Fixer Duff.” “Joe” Yvas the otlicial class comedian, having proved himself worthy of that position by his ability to make bearable the driest classes. Indeed, his witty re- marks in class often caused the j)rofcssor himself to smile before he severely reprimanded him for being out of order. All in all, they are as tine a coiqile of fellows as anyone could wish to meet, and we have no doubt that they will distinguish themselves and bring honor to tlieir class and to their college. si:u(;eaxt josfpii doydf Infantry 144 President of the Athletic Asso- ciation, vice-president of Senior Class, secretary of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society, correspond- ing secretary of the Debating Society — all these and many other distinctions rest but lightly on his noble head. And before we pro- ceed, let us say a word concerning that distinguished cranium. “Ole Fuller Joe,” as he is rather irrev- erently called, has always been inordinately proud of the “knots” upon his shapel} head. “By all the laws of Phrenology,” he has always declared, “these bumps point to me as having one of the most gifted minds in history!” But the class thinks differently. For, by all the laws of escology, Joe’s peculiar system of ridges and crevices point merely to ancient and worn-down layers of stratified rock. However, aside from a few trivial inconsistencies, Joe meets our entire approval and we recom- mend him strongly. He hails from the vast, sun-lit plains of South Baltimore, yet has triumphed over such obstacles and today we find him slowly forging himself into the politics of the city, where, no doubt, he will one day sway the “destinies of empire.” Joe is good at “sway- ing” even now, we notice 1 Innumerahle other qualities can be ascribed to him. Often he is clever, and always he is affable. Indeed, Joe is as friendly as a yellow dog, and a thorough “mixer.” To this and to his ability to speak on any topic at any time, he owes his wide circle of friends and his astound- ing popularity — for popular he is, even in his own class. And now, “Father Joe,” we want you to remember that though we may have maltreated you a bit at times and sadly jarred your dignity, still it was only because we loved you. 145 I ronioler-in-chior of the Leaoue of the Sacred Heart, but known to LIS best as the ebairinaii of the Decoration Coininittec at the time we held our “Students’ Recep- tion.” We elected “Abie” to this otliee, having in mind not only bis sense of the beautiful, but also because of bis wide-awake, ener- getic character. And be did not disai)i)oint us; although be him- self did not descend to lowly, vulgar toil, yet be capably directed the installing of the decorations, and the results were beautiful to bebold — a fact be admits to us (luite frequently. Rcrtbold has held for years the imjK)rtant otbcc of Beadle, a ])osi- tion which requires a man of honesty, integrity, intelligence, and above all, perfect calm, quiet dignity and freedom from per- turbation. All of these things arc to be found to a marked degree in our Beadle. He is noted for his ])hiloso])hic trend of mind, and his professor claims he is a deej) and brilliant tbinker. Once convinced he is right, “Abie” defies the world and will yield his ])oint to no man. Indeed, be has rejected many a thesis, declaring that its weakness and inconclusiveness renders it unworthy to be placed among the otberwise ])raiseworthy scholastic tenets. He has attracted attention, too, by i)ersistcntly bold- ing tbc theory of Evolution, and has, as a result, brought down on him- self all manner of titles, ranging from “Darwin H” to the “Missing Link.” We could go on indefinitely and describe to great length Bert’s quasi- English accent and his healthy ajiiietitc; but these arc his touch} jioints and, besides, he begs us to desist from sucb topics, as the very mention of them makes him “rawther hungry.” 146 President of Senior Class, man- ager of the College Basketball team and former president of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society — all of which offices he has most creditably filled. e are proud of Joe, for as a brilliant and hard-working stu- dent his equal is hard to find. There was a time, however, when he was merely an ordinary, every- day average student, such as we ourselves. But wonder of won- ders! There came a day when Joe, not slowly and by degrees, but with a single, mighty leap, bounded to the very head of the class, and has ever since con- sistently shown himself one of our deepest thinkers and most diligent students. Especially in Philosophy has he distinguished himself, and no greater proof of his brilliancy in this line is needed save to say that but a short time ago he received 100 per cent, in a Metaphysics test — something we had always believed wellnigh a “Metaphysical” impossibility. Joe is also a handsome fellow, and wherever he goes his shapely Roman nose causes much comment. This nasal adornment, coupled with the fact that he is naturally of a thrifty and economical disposition, lias gained for him quite a number of Hebrew titles, which, however, he accepts good naturedly. We believe there is no better way of doing honor to Joe than by setting down hqre the words of description and of jiraise given him when he stepped down from the Presidency of our Philosophical Society: “His character and his actions can be likened only to the eloquence of his speech- straight-forward, unwavering, unhesitating!” 147 Proniotcr-iii-chief of the “floly Chi 1(1 li 0 0(1, also chairman of the Reception Connnitlcc at the Students’ Reception. As regards the latter, John acquitted himself handsomely, indeed. For he most faithfully ])erformed all the many duties of that i)osition. We refuse to believe, however, any rumors declaring that he “re- ceived” not only the guests but also 50 per cent, of the cloak- room tii)s. John is, and has been for many years, the Grand Exalted Janitor of our class, an office which, for some unknown reason, he has always refused absolutely to ac- cept. IRit, whether he would or not, we have always elected him, for we cannot allow his humility and modesty to rob us of such an efficient othcer. John’s ])resence among us makes us feel that we are, indeed, a cos- mopolitan group. For he comes to us from the far shores of Europe, proud to claim noble Poland as his native land. However, he is now a thoroughly naturalized American citizen, and is one of the most ardent patriots we have ever met. “Citizen John” is an elocutionist of note, and wc will never forget his rendering of “My Lord, Seven-Seven.” He is ])ossessed of a most excellent voice, and his dulcet tones are like unto those of an angel. (Who said a fallen angel?) Among his i)ossessions is a ])ij)e, which in some respects resembles John himself, for it is certainly “strong” in character and exerts a powerful influence on those around it. John has a sharj) and active mind, a stubborn determination to suc- ceed, and there is no doubt that one day tbe world will bear from bim. 148 Class-note Editor of The An- nual, secretary of the College Sodality, secretary of Senior Class, and at some time during his career as student at Loyola, secretary of every society in College and High School. Pete’s universally recognized ability as a writer and his charac- teristic of dependability have been the reasons for his election to practically every office which re- quires literary skill. While offi- ciating in such positions he has verified the acumen of the stu- dents in selecting him as the logi- cal man for the performance of these duties. By far the quietest member of our class, Raymond verifies in the fullest degree the old adage, “Still water runs deep”; for, while his remarks are few, yet those few we treasure as the wittiest and subtlest emanating from the Class of ’ 18 . Often during the solemn hours, when the cloud of Philosophy hangs heavy over our heads, and our learned professor is expanding the subtle truths of Scholasticism, we have been sent into peals of laughter by witty, if sly, remarks coming from this erratic humorist. Pete is eccentric, even in his eccentricity. Whereas most erratic characters are unapproachable, the eccentricity of our satiric class-mate is rather an added perfection to his affability and good will. He is, moreover, a musician, and this fact, we believe, is the expla- nation of his “temperament.” Indeed, one has but to look at his pro- fuse quantities of curly “wool,” together with his black bow-tie, to recognize him at once as a musician — or a deep-dyed anarchist! 149 Cai)taiii of the Basketball team and former seeretary of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society. Jack, wlio answers also to the name of “Joko,” is the athlete of the class. For years he has been tlie mainstay of tlie Basketball team — our star forward. Not only Loyola, but other colleges as well, will ever remember him as a clever, game and sportsmanlike player. Merely because he is a denizon of South Baltimore, he deems it necessary to establish his reputa- tion as a “Bough Person,” and ([uite often during the day he will oh er to pulverize the physiognomy of those about bim. However, taking him all in all, he is entirely good-natured and of ([uite an amicable disposition. We feel it our duty, nevertheless, to give warning, that should ever profane hands be laid on his sacred “Chapeau,” he will instantly become a raging, roaring lion, thirsty for blood. Jack is especially interested in Physics, Chemistry and Biology. Not, indeed, that he neglects, or is a ])oor scholar in the other sciences, but, as he is contem])lating the medical i)rofession, these studies attract him more. However, since Uncle Samuel has recently declared him “physically fit,” Jack thinks he has more chance of becoming a soldier than a doctor. But he will make good cither as a soldier or a doctor. For, on the one hand, we are aware that he can fight, and on the other hand, we know that even now he is j)rone to “cut up” a bit. 150 Editor of The Annual, presi- dent of the Debating Society and treasurer of Senior Class. He is a royal good fellow and a prime favorite everywhere. Ever pleas- ant, smiling, genial and debonair, Ceorge is our idea of a gallant gentleman. Indeed, liis infectious agreeablcness and urbane man- ner have disarmed maii} an aroused professor who otherwise would have given him his just deserts. He is a true lover of wisdom and a schclar in every sense of the word. Blessed with an intellect far above the average, Pliilosophy is to him merely a light, mental recreation. Ceorge is also a talented writer, liaving gained distinction es- ])ceially b} his essays. But all of these qualities are secondary to his one great gift, his unbelievable and astounding loquacity! No matter what subject you may pro- pose, no matter how little he may know about that subject, yet he is ])erfectly capable of delivering at once a two-hours’ oration on the question. He can talk more and sa} less than anyone we know, and we have, accordingly, elected him president of the Loyal Order of Eullers. It is owing, no doubt, to his love of sociable discussion that he con- ceived the idea of the “Philomathic SocietjA” an organization which has given us a better knowledge and appreciation of Philosophy. Let us not forget to mention that he is a patron of the Arts. Liter- ature, painting and music he loves, but finds his greatest happiness in contemplating the rich beauties of Nature. How often have we not, in the “we sma’ ’’ hours of the morning, met George strolling home- ward after having spent the night in drinking in the moon-lit splendors of Druid Hill! 151 Prefect of the Senior Sodality and president of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society. He was also unanimously elected chair- man-in-chief of our “Students’ Reception,” and it was due largely to his zealous labors that the affair was such a glorious success. Were this a full-length portrait it would be obvious why we have always called him “Lanky Lou” and “Legs.” However, his lengthy limbs have in more than one way brought him fame, for he is the greatest basketball center the Col- lege has ever had. It is admitted Loyola will never get another center to “come up” to Louis. In his studies, also, he excels. Known as a mathematical “shark,” lie has repeatedly won honors in all its branches. In the other sciences he is equally proficient, and even in Philosophy, about which he declares he “don’t know nothin,’ ” we notice he receives quite excellent marks. Having lived at one time in the country, Louis imbibed from the rustics many of tlieir pleasing qualities. His speech is often delight- fully quaint, and he is in character good-natured, straight-forward, generous and without a trace of guile. We cannot praise him too much for the example he has always set us in class-spirit. Nothing was ever too much trouble or too great a sacrifice, if by so doing lie could advance the interests of the class. And, tinally, let us add that, although he was a Holy Terror in class and a trial and affliction to teachers, yet, just as he has wiggled his way into our own aff ections, so too has he won the love of all his professors. 152 Former vice-president of the St. Thomas Philosophical Society and Senior Class editor of The Annual. Away hack in First High, Ad} was rather short in stature, hut little was thought of the matter at the time. However, Fourth High came around and still he was not much more than knee-high to a duck. And even today he is still obliged to “look up to” the rest of the class. But, we hasten to add, this in- feriority in height is the only in- feriority he need ever admit. For in many other lines he is with- out a peer and leads the way. We are not exaggerating when we say he is one of the most earnest, hard-working and successful stu- dents that has ever attended Loyola. Nor does he confine his diligence to any one study or set of studies. He has attained uni- formly hrilliant success in every course in the curriculum, and we deem it only right to set down a few of the honors received hy him in his college career. In Freshman, he received not only the Ryan class- medal hut also the Whelan medal for General Excellence. Sophomore brought him the Meyers class-medal and the O’Neill medal for Mathe- matics. In Junior he was awarded the Carroll class-medal, the Mactavish medal for Physics, and the Murphy medal for Christian Doctrine. Other medals will doubtless he added to these as a result of his work in Senior Year. Ad} ' is a “country gentleman,” and is not only fond of hut proficient in many sports. He has a numher of fine horses and rides in many tournaments. It is to he noted tliat probably from mere force of habit he wins all the tournament prizes worth having. 153 154 JUNIOR CLASS. lOp Kow- .1. A. t ' ZYZ, (;. R. SYliKRT, .T. O. SrRlMGEH, A. J. SEH LSTKDT, 1 . E. EISIIER, Y. L. .TOIIXSOX. First Row- II. J. t ' lOTTI, REV. .IT ' STIX .1. OUGIIE. S. .1.; E. G. MORRIS. llnb?r0raJi«at? Ollaaa Notpa Suntor. “Due to the war” our class is smaller than last year, so we agree with Sherman in saying that war is — well, not so very pleasant. Our ex-classmate, Raymond Furlong is “doin’ his durndest” to knock the “germ” out of Germany, and the “eye” out of the Kaiser. The others who were with us last year are helping Uncle Sam in other ways on this side of the “great pond.” However, those who remain to form the class of hard workers — Junior, ’19 — are worthy of the space taken up by their mention in this edition of The Annual. The first we meet in order of size, starting with the smallest, is: William Leo Johnson. His bodily size argues nothing as regards his mental capacity, for in this we consider him almost limitless, that is, I should say — well — to a certain extent, depending, as it were, per se et per accidens, on circumstances. Chemistry is his hobby, and in this branch he seems to be blest with a sort of jirophetic inspiration, for he often prophesies what elements will be found in a solution of salt before it has been analyzed. Must have his little jokes. 155 Eugene G. Morris. Spiritual Director “ad infinitum,” and second term president “ad nauseam.” “Ugin” makes a very inefficient presi- dent, and would have been impeached on a charge of failing to comply with duty, only the class could never get together to hold a meeting. Has great theories about ships and navigation in general, hut in philo- sophic matters is generally ranked as an unfavorable opinion. John P. Czyz. Still retains his “mechanical motion.” When asked to answer an objection in philosopliy class, Charlie mumbles a few ambiguous words in order to make Father Ooghe guess whether his answer is correct. Very often it is— not — and John finds himself a visitor of “mon pch’e’s” to rejieat repetitions — a sort of teacher’s pet. Still keeps up his acrobatics, but is not as proficient as formerly. David E. Fisher. Of race track fame. Keeps us posted on the trials and tribulations of his native hamlet. Very studious — that is, on the Limited (to ten miles per hour), when he has no one to talk to. In class David is not satisfied with knowledge ex professo, but proposes many ditficulties which need to be solved at the expense of the class’s valuable time. On account of absence from elections, Dave was unanimously chosen to fill the office of vice-president. Hector J. Ciotti. The stoutest one in the class, hut just a little too short to he called the biggest. His corpus adiposiim is due, no doubt, to his life of ease, for his big Cadillac saves him many a step on Sunday e venings when other fellows do a great deal of walking. Exempli gratia — that is the alleged reason why another of our class, mentioning no names — is so thin. He studies hard and seldom has to re])cat a thesis. Many of us, however, think that he missed his calling and should be in a school where the manipulation of electric arcs and movie machines is taught. James Olon Scrimger. Likes the odor of formalin and dotes on frogs and earthworms. In the laboratory he schools himself in the use of the gas mask in jireparation for real use “over there,” for he expects a call from our big Uncle soon to help defend us hoys from Kaiserism. He is our esteemed secretary, is very efficient, but has nothing to do in this line, nor can he ever find his notes, so at meetings we always have to dispense witli their reading. He is much like a stoic in tenacity of doctrine, and has gained great fame for his treatises on “alcohol.” Albert J. Sehlstedt. Business editor of The Annual, assistant pre- fect of the Sodality, and vice-president of the Debating Society. Albert is very popular, especially with the Seniors. Joined the Crappers Club early in tbe 3 ' ear and does credit to his memhership card. We argue greatness for Albert from the fact that his favorite pose is very much 156 157 SOPHOMORE CLASS. ' l op Uovv -CIIA IM.KS .T. I.KVIX, A. (MIKSTKU KKAUNKV, ' I ' llOMAS P. KKMA ' . CHAIJhKS lirst Kovv I ' . P.AU ' roX 1 1 A KUl X( J ' lA )X, UKV. PHILIP M. FIXLCAX, S. .1.; ' I’lIOMAS similar to Napoleon ' s. It is probably due to congestion on tbe Ham- ilton line that be so often comes late or, perhaps, he hasn ' t gotten used to getting up on “clock time. George H. Sybert. Beginning to get bald from overwork (?), hut I)Ians to remedy this by buying rabbits and raising bares on his crown. He seems to be studious and to like work. At any rate the high marks come bis way once in a while. Sy is an ardent prohibitionist, but we have an idea that the dairy maids are in a way responsible for his attitude towards the old CoH-OH. When Wordsworth wrote “We are Seven,” he was credited with having produced a masterpiece. But we have something better and receive no credit for it. Our class chant is : “We are Six.” The reason we are so few is evident when you consider that eight members of our class are with Uncle Sam. Martin L. Flaherty, J. Wilmer Love, T. Lee Hodges, John G. Hisky, John F. Horrigan, Joseph H. Toomey and William D. Wickham are in the Army. We are represented in the Navy by Joseph C. Hauf. And we are six of the most illustrious (?) students that ever tread the corridors of old Loyola. If Cicero had known as much Latin and Demosthenes, as much Greek as we, ever dhing would be smooth sail- ing. But we have to sit and ponder to get sense from their jumbled works. Now to come to the personnel of the class. “Charlie” knows a little of everything, but Greek is his forte. He can ask more foolish questions in a day than Goldberg could think of in a year. “Bart,” our president, comes next. He is constantly smiling at every- thing, whether it is sad or not. Then comes “Chester,” the class comedian. He keeps us in an uproar most of the time, and if his pranks are detected he assumes an innocent and cherubic mien. Our star “Doc,” when he isn ' t snoring, can “cut loose” with more knowledge in the course of a day than most of us ever thought existed. He is a boy wonder at chemistry. Then comes our other “Charlie,” better known as “Mose.” He is a weakling, thinking nothing of pulling down a house or of moving it out of his way. He is otherwise harmless. It is natural to man to be quiet if he cannot commend himself. Now not being able to mete out any praise to myself, either as a star or as a strong man, and being adverse to condemning myself, I shall hold my peace concerning the other member of our otherwise brilliant class. J. Thomas St. Leger, ' 20. 158 iFrpalimatt. J. Lacy Bradcew Class president and treasurer of the Withree Club. Seems to have been born with a desire of constantly handling business matters, but nevertheless, finds time to catch the words of wisdom which arc constantly bubbling about the Chemical Laboratory. Never happier than when in a certain section of Northeast Baltimore. Ambition — To jirove that, “The utility of an illuminating gas depends upon its luminosity.” Hakra ' J. Caseaa The most tluoridic of sulphides. One of the chief ipropounders of Withree thought in our midst. Everyone gasped and acknowledged him super-sulphide, when he organized a wireless class which he declared had positively no connection with the Withree Club. His chief pastime is detecting flaws in modern text-books. His efforts ever tend to bring about a dawn of true sulphidism. Ambition — To soar through the ethereal regions, in olive drah, for Uncle Sam and perpetual ])eace. Charles L. Coolahan. The most loquacious Freshman. Our modern fiery Demosthenes, who would rather oppose the City Extensionist than try to convince the mathematics professor that Howard Park is an ideal, modern community. The only scientist known to enunciate the fact that when water is heated it becomes hot. Still trying to figure why a tripod cannot be kept in a one-inch pill box. Ambition — To enliven the modern Forum of Democracy with the ardor of his eloquence. B. Lawrence Davis. Dormant Bobert. A devotee of Hannibal and the ancients. The only promulgator of the science of “curioology,” which the Withree Cluh asserts is an outgrowth of Bromidism. Needless to state, he does not love the Withreeites. With Patrick Henry as his model he has lost none of the forensic charm he possessed in the mem- orable days of T7. Ambition — To find a man that may compare with Hannibal. Francis J. Geraghta ' . Arch-enemy of the Withree Club. Finds more delight in opposing it than in vieAving the kaleidosco])ic displays in the Mechanics lecture room. A strong emulator of Beau Brummel. Dis- putes the A eracity of the maxim, “Nemo dat, quod no hat.” Insists that Druid Hill Park is an excellent place to ])erambulate. Ambition — To enthrall his audience Avith “La Fille Pour Moi.” James J. Egan. Loquacious. He is giving the former king of the Peruvians a close race for class distinctions as mechanician. Believes in the philosophy of song. A daily canvasser for recruits to help “keep the home fires burning.” Though not allied to the Withree Club, has leanings in that line. Ambition — To discoA er another misogynist. 159 160 FRESHMAN CLASS. Top IJow — C. II. yiXGLIXO, .T. S. IIEYDE, C. .T. ROIIEEDER, .T. J. 8WEENEY, R. E. HAYIS. S. IIEEIXSKI, II. .7. CASEY, MEYER. First Row F. .1. (iERACHTY, E. .7. XESTOR, REY. PHILIP M. FIXECAX, S, J. : J. L. BRADLEY, C. L. COOLAIIAX. Stephen J. Helinske The most aff able member of the class. Lost much time this year through sickness, but is now back with us again brightening up everything with his vivid personality. His motto was rumored to be, “Dolce far nientc,” but the manner and method in which he attacks every problem he labors at has caused us seriously to doubt it. Ambition — To be “there” when “Sammy” gets the Kaiser. John A. Meyer. Acknowledged president of the S. L. N. Society. Takes as much pleasure in objecting to the ionic and kinetic theories as in amusing his confreres with his chemical mishaps. Possesses the sin- gular reputation of insisting on interrupting class to find “that which was lost.” Will never lose his love for that much advertised grandilo- quent vocabulary. Ambition — To harp as an Irish minstrel, “The Wearin’ o’ the Green.” Edward J. Nestor. A unique combination of Chesterfield, Juvenal and Shakespeare. Demonstrates a walk which rivals the famous “scoop” walk, known here in other days. Given over to a romantic spirit he spends his hours in the chemistry lecture room in dream reveries, and consequently declares that be thoroughly enjoys the lec- tures. When he weighed out ten grams in the laboratory instead of two, he merely declared to the professor, “my mistake.” Diplomatic president of the Withree Club. Orator unequaled. Ambition — To dream on in the wild woods. Charles H. Rohleder. Erstwhile king of the Peruvians. Class mech- anician. The single aspirant to the A. B. Known to indulge in hand- ball, but firmly convinced that it makes one graceful. His latest book, “The Ps ch ology of the Violet,” is said to describe why so few flowers are green, and in it the author lives up to his standard of never taking anything on faith. An orator of rank who turns aside from this pursuit only to study the story of Lochinvar. Ambition — To tread it out with Terpsichore. John J. Sweenea, Jr. Motoring, dancing, roaming Romeo. One of the most popular college men, who is ever pressed with social engage- ments, but still finds time for Lexington street strolls with the chief of the Withreeites. Official and capable purchaser of chemical supplies. Ambition — To sail around the world, a millionaire. Charles H. Yingling. A very prominent figure at the “down homo” initiation rallies. Spends most of his time on railroad cars, where he gains no little knowledge. A mathematician of recognized ability. Puzzles everyone by the fact that, although rather active, ho has never walked to school. Ambition — To construct a railroad between Baltimore and West- minster. J. Lacy Bradley, ’21. Francis J. Geraghty, ’21. 161 igll rljnnl Sppartmput f f te te iFsiurtl) 5?ar. Ai.ax Liciax Axdhkws. His initials arc accurately cx|)rcssivc of his latent abilities as a student. Notwithstanding his sedatencss and somnolent tendencies, he has never failed to arouse himself to intense passion and intellectual brilliancy when a need in the form of marks dei)ended upon his per- formance. A close observer of human nature, and a realistic por- trayer of sensational adventures which probably accounts for his scrutinizing manner as a conver- sationalist. A diligent worker with prospects galore in noveldom and the rc])ortorial sphere. Hichari) Lkk Hall. Dick is, in- deed, a scintillating body in our Hall of Fame. The morning hours, from nine to eleven, during Avhich most of us meet our Waterloo, are moments of serenity for him. He truly has the key to the book of knoAvlcdge. Although busy in the extreme, he has managed to cap- ture the French prize twice and never fails to give an interesting and intelligent explanation of the ([uestion on the table. Dick is locked up to by all the students; he is well advanced on the ladder of success, and from the to]) rung Avill shed naught but glory and fame on his deserving and beloved Alma Mater. 162 Ro(iER Joseph Heankford. — Who is that agile old gentleman toiling in mortal combat with some gigan- tic adversary? He seems to be very spry, but his hoary head be- trays his age. They have broken. In a moment the stranger’s iden- tity will be revealed. He picks himself up. It is Rock! Yes, the same one that finished the High School in three years; the same one that is a noted philoso])hcr and thinker; the same one who wrote that beautiful composition, “La lettre d’amour.’ ' They do say that he copied that from one of his own letters, and we’ve heard that he sits up for hours looking into space and sighing, “That’s all right. Rock, ‘Ego in Arcadia Clarence Joseph Cauleield.-- The keynote of this young man’s success is energy. This quality manifests itself in all his activities. Even his hair is not content to lie quiet but rises straight from his head for three inches and then whirls itself into a rei)resentation of a blacksmith’s fire under a full blast from the bellows. Until the beginning of the second term his cliief occupation was being ])rcsi- dent of certain organizations; but lately he has turned his attention to making Cicero and Charles Lamb tremble for their i)laccs. He has a keen sense and a large head whicli, coupled with enthusi- asm, sliould “get him somewhere, someday.” 163 John Ji-;NMX(is ( ' .lark. W ' hcn our illuslrious delcgalc I ' roni tlie wilds oT Mount Washington ar- rives there al)ounds an atmos- phere of soinnoleseense and rustic simplicity. Those long medita- tive stares into the com|)licated future, and utter unconsciousness of tliose around, are indicative of a ]K)et, but we are forced to dis- countenance this when Jennings, with the air of Pythagoras, arises to explain the intricacies of a si)here or very di])lomatically ejects some culprit from the de- bating society. A first censor of talent with a sense of queer humor. Arthur Adams Comff. — The most unassuming gentleman of our modest aggregation. Friend Arthur is a consistent and bril- liant performer on the basketball eourt, but has never permitted his stellar athletic achievements to disconcert his unruffled sea of modesty. The rejioseful ])ostures and jirolonged taciturnity he has ac([uired, have attracted the at- tention of our jirofoundest psy- chologists, and have them very much confounded. The persist- ency with which he has overcome the jirodigious ditiiculties of lan- guage is jirophetic of a master mind. He seems to be headed for dililomatic circles. 164 John Jacob Coniff. — An eccen- tric genius whose merits are be- yond computation. Fortunately he has been the victim of mistaken convictions concerning the ill effects of studious apiilication which has produced a temporary lethargy. Possesses a i)eculiar a])titude for surrounding his themes with a veil of susi)icion. Has sliown exceptional dexterity in judicial oratoiy, having acted in the capacity of junior attorney at a certain mock trial. He proved instrumental in attaining a hard- earned victory. Under Ins skill- ful management the football team emerged from the season with a most successful record. Robert Aloysius Coolahan. His winsome conversation has often ])ersuaded jiersons of high mercantile standing into doing I)usiness “Ins way.” The energy with which he exerts his intluence for or against an issue tells us of calamitous results for his oppo- nents. Holds a lease on the ottice of sccretai’} , having occupied it twice in the debating socict} amt several times in class. In accord- ance with family traditions, has very capably demonstrated the power of oratoiw and liistrionic art. An atldcte of merit, a jiara- digm in the science of camoutlage, and vigorous defender of down- trodden Erin. 165 I Tile Fouiili Hi«h class-room is usually the sunniest in the college building, hut when we gathered there last Se])tember, there was a shadow east from the vacant desk of one who would take his place with us no more. Clark Cor- coran was gone from us. After a brief illness, Clark was called on Sejitemher 1 to receive the re- ward of his beautiful life. He was with us from Second Prc]) through Third High, five fortunate years for the school. A tribute to his memory is ])rinted elsewhere in Till-: Annual. May he rest in jicace. Thomas Francis Couzens. — There is no doubt about it, but that Tommy is one of our cleverest camoutleurs. He is able, wdien there is need to do so, to so dis- guise his recitations that you don’t know he is reciting. And when the horizon is clear, can reel off Latin memory as tluently as any jirotege of Cicero would ever have washed. But w ' hy is he becoming so? Oh it is but his turn to take the “Gradus” home, that ])onder- ous antique heirloom of Loyola, w hich w as loaned to each student for the siiace of one night, and which was to be guarded wdth one’s life, if necessary. 166 Elmer Francis Fodal — Ell’ by his clever and entertaining nar- ratives has whiled away many weary periods for us. But be- sides being a modern “Dickens” he is a wizard and “McLaughlin” on the courts, and bj his superb ])laying won the silver medal in the interscholastic tennis finals last year. He was voted a life membership to the Jug Society on account of his attendance at all meetings. He is a very active member of the Senate of the Mor- gan Debating SocieH, and may be seen on the floor at most anj meet- ing of this society putting forth or condemning a hill, as the case may be, with wonderful fluency of speech and the most violent hut becoming gestures. Frederick Vincent Furst. — The remark of the late General Sher- man concerning war Avell ex- presses Fred’s opinion of Latin and Greek, and while his placid countenance betrays none of this smouldering hate, nevertheless it is there in a more virulent form than in the rest of us. Blessed with the invaluable gift of smiling even when the darkest hour reigns sinisterly, this jTiuth, the youngest of our class, has succeeded in dis- pelling any gloom that may sur- round us. The vigor with which he is wont to denounce the Ger- man language is convincing that he is in no way descended from tlie Fmjieror whose name he hears. 167 John Hahhy Garheis. — Proprie- tor of numberless earieatures that have ])rove(l exeeedingly enter- taining (luring tire toilsome hours of Latin elass. Can produee the (pieerest noises without exhibiting the slightest effort. Hails from Curtis Hay — wherever that may he — and has an endless sui)])ly of knowledge eoneerning the j)olitical wire-i)ulling of that com- monwealth. Certain indications l)resage that his architectural dex- terity, though now dormant, will draw upon him the attention of the world. Kenneth Leo Graham. — When Morpheus takes our hero by the hand and leads him through the sahle halls of sleep, he shows wonders in that shaded land be- yond the power of mortal man to kcej). So when he has an English theme to write, he calls to mind what he has dreamed that night, and in terms sonorous and correct, he hastens then a masteri)icee to effect. Ken’s comatose ])roclivi- ties, however, appear to he insig- nificant obstacles in his ])ath to intellectual renown, for he has howled them over for three con- secutive years by his incom])ar- ahle liking for the languages and an ac{[uired taste for mathematics. 168 Frank Heldorfer. — “The last shall be first.” We have a vivid example of this in our newly made and highly esteemed friend who, although entering late, has not failed to carry otf first honors each month. Frank has a Jolly whole- heartcd manner which has won the admiration and friendship of all of us, and a merry twinkle of the eye which tells of a goodly supply of wit and humor, of which we receive the henetit in his viva- cious and entertaining composi- tions. It is a good thing for us that Frank entered as late as he did, for had he entered earlier, since our maximum average is 100 jier cent, he would sureh have migrated to the Freshman Class. And then alas! our path would liave been a jungle of thorns with- out this star to guide us. George Edmund Helfrich. — Evidently this fellow goes through life on the principle that whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well. If he has ever made a serious fluke of anything, we have not noticed it. Making the lan- guage course in two years, and carrying otf several prizes of one sort or another every year, was not enough glory for him; so this versatile young student turned his attention to oratory and succeeded in landing a place on the debating team. In addition, he is a star in- fielder on the baseball squad and a reporter on one of the city ' s dailies. Wliat will he take uj) next? We await the answer with interest. 169 Joseph Stanislaus Heltsler. — The fact that this smiling youth comes all the vay from Catons- villc every morning does not have a dampening etfect on his si)irits. On the contrary, the long ride seems to have an invigorating etfect, as is evidenced by the ener- getic way in which he hitches uj) Ins trousers and tightens his belt before proceeding to chastize an unruly member in accordance with his duty as class censor. “Judge,” is the “Lost and Found” bureau of the class. Whenever a hook is missing one may be sure of obtaining another from Heuis- ler who always has a supply of unclaimed articles on hand. Has recently moved to the front of the room where he expects to make great progress under the watchtul eye of our professor. John Creagh Hibritts. — If a medal were given for communi- cable felicity and affability, Creagh would not be graduated medal- less. His betises during Greek are without peer, while those jovial outbursts are highly con- tagious. Was elected twice to ottice of President of the Morgan Debating Society, but accepted only one term. The many tem- pestuous storms his vast intellect has experienced as chief executive of that eminent body is unmis- takable evidence of a successful l)olitician. Lays claim to extraor- dinary theatrical exj)ertness which will doubtless become universally acknowledged. 170 George Dewey Jones. My friend, did I hear you say that there is no such thing as perpetual motion? Well, 1 have reason to believe that you are mistaken. Take George, here, for instance. He waltzes to school in the morn- ing and trots through lessons like a fox. This much we see. But our spies and our great detective brain work out the rest of the day with little difficulty. After school he studies, and after eating hastily he is off’ to one or more of the fol- lowing places: (a) night school; (h) an informal dance; (c) Tut- tles. And then George goes to bed and dreams of Terpsichore. Edward Aeovsius Kerr. — His name is the signal for the assem- hl} of all lusty athletes. And in- spiration to atliletic prowess could not be affected without the pres- ence of our Adonis-like Ed. His ])li 3 sical abilities constitute onl} the minor features of his gem- mar} for we look forward to the daj when the presidential chair of the “Vigilantes” will be occupied b} this juvenile novelist. Speak- ing of presidential chairs brings us to the fact tliat he now occupies tliat office in our organization. Abstract gazing is one of his weak- nesses that makes us believe tliat he is aspiring to jioctic attainment. 171 Leonard Frederick Maas. — Did someone mention oratory? This youtlifiil Demosthenes has just liegiin his phenomenal rise in the oratorical barometer which doubt- less will terminate in the heated atmosi)here of the forensic strong- holds. His successes are unlim- ited and, no doubt. Congress will listen with gasping admiration to the eloquent jiassion of this prod- igy. Haranguing, however, does not interfere with his strenuous duties as a beadle, for he is more l)unetual than jileasing when col- lecting themes. Due to his dis- like of the German language, he eomjilcted this study in two years, while we jioor mortals labored on. Thomas Margin. — Tiny Tim, our jovial pilot, who has guided us with unerring accuracy over the oft traveled but wreck-strewn path of Aeneas; who has guided us safely past Charyhdis, and who turned deaf ears to the wiles of Scylla, who has carried us to many strange lands and over seas, made tumultuous by the threatening zero winds, oft encountered by scholastic mariners, and who has now landed us safely on the isle of Di])loma. Hut Tom, besides being a hard student, starred bril- liantly in the back field of our football team, and he often won the admiring glance of the fair sex in the grandstand by his clever performances with the “pigskin.” 172 Paul Menton. — A wortli} repre- sentative of Sparrows Point, and a wonderful mathematician who, not content with scoring a bull’s eye in weekly geometry tests, has investigated the matter still fur- ther and produced a four-sided triangle. But does he stop at such things? Oh! no! He is a tennis player of note. Yas elected man- ager of the Loyola High School basketball team which, through his successful and energetic man- agement, has enjoyed a wider sphere of activity than had yet been attempted. Who knows but that Paul may succeed Mr. Schwab some day. He is adept in getting multum a parvo and he uses this to good eff ect when called upon in Greek or Latin. Francis Jules Merceret. — When our sister republic allowed this valiant son to embark, she lost a gem of no little value. With the power of Hugo he rolls forth vol- ume after volume of gripping novel, and completes it with the satiric extravagance of Rabelais. Still retains the lingual sweetness of his expatriated tongue and is proficient in overcoming its many obstacles. The doggedness with which he repels the perplexing difficulties of Cicero, et ah, is sym- bolic of his one time countrymen — the Poilus. 173 Lawiiknce Joseph O’Neill. — Since tlic explosion of that clyna- initc factory last Soi)teinber, Larry has consented to honor us with his waking moments and has become an expert in the art of hunting down the origin of diltieult Latin eonstruetions. Being an Irish- man, he has a ready wit which he utilizes to the embarrassment of his dear friends. Can always be called upon to carry a part in a ((uartet and, in fact, the only line in whieh Larry does not succeed very well is the racing line. When not oeeui)ied at his studies, Larry spends his time in a drug store gaining practical exi)erienecs. Who knows but Larry will become a rich man some day if our Puri- tan friends don’t prohibit the sale of soda. Cahholl Aluert Bead. Bill’s cognomen has reached that degree of adaptation where there is noth- ing good to which it can not be prefixed, sutlixed or added in some way. Maugre his tragic recita- tions of a memory lesson or his vehement attempts to sway the Debating Society by his jiolent logic and vigorous ajipcals to facts, one can see nothing but jovialty in our tragedian. Skilled in the jiraetice of Terjisichore and ])rom- inent in football circles, he has ever ajiplied both in the interest of his class. 174 William Joseph Francis Sweeney. — Behold in Bill the modest and inscrutable conqueror of all things athletic. Doubtless YOU haYe been informed by the press of his many conquests, and it remains for us to tell of his per- sonality and scholastic achieve- ments. We would gladly do so hut owing to his vexatious request for jH ' ivacy we refrain from saying anything other than that he is zea- lous in his pursuit after knowl- edge and meets everyone with a smile. Has a failing in that he dislikes writing minutes for the class. Cornelius Ferdinand Sauiert. — Hails from the remote regions around Relay, and may often be seen wandering over the meadows at dusk with book in hand, for he is a firm beli ever in open-air study. He is our old standby in Greek and Latin, and never fails to give a good account of himself when called upon to enter into contest with Homer or Aeneas. His sonorous tones are often heard on debating days echoing and re-echoing throughout the hall. And Sj ’s name appears regu- larly on the monthly honor roll. But not content with gaining honors in the classroom, he under- took the position of guard on our dashing voung football team, and seldom did an opposing back get by his broad, crouching shoulders. 175 Edward Lawrenci-: Tewev. — “Let Hie live unseen, unheard.” Pojie must have had our eonfrerc in mind when he wrote the above, for nothing eould he so aptly aji- plied. In some earlier stage of life he aequired an extreme fond- ness for lietion; the assiduity with whieh he devours book after hook lias bewildered the shrewdest of us. At one time held the olticc of librarian and satisfied his literary eravings by his continual con- sum jition of “another one.” Has extended this love of literature to a language of a certain class of pcojilc whom wc do not believe to he angels. ICompiled by Richard L. Ball, Clarence 176 Bernard Joseph Weigman. — O goddess sing to me of the mighty achievement of Bernard the Great, who brought defeat to many and has sent down into dust the hopes of many good students. Yes, it would take a volume as long as Ihe Iliad to tell of cverjdhing that Hank has done, but by tbe way of mentioning a few acconiplish- nients it may be said that be has taken the class jirizc for the last three years and is well in the run- ning for tlie fourth, besides cap- turing tlic General Excellence medal last year. In matliematics he is a whole year ahead of tbe rest of us, and even so, has taken several i)rizes and, in s])ite of this, he finds time for the basketball team. J. Caulfield and F. Jules INIerceret). 0t)irb f rar A” Room No. 7 presented a bright appearance on a morning of late Sep- tember for the tanned members of Third Year “A” were greeting each other after a happy vacation. With but two exceptions the class was intact. Robert Kuhlman and William Fannon were at once noted as absent, but their places were taken by Gerald Rarrett and Arthur Fink, members of last year’s Special Class. The fellows seemed to be a jolly crowd, but their joy was still more augmented when it was learned that our teacher of last year, Mr. Ryan, would again be with us. The election of class officers was the first important action of the class. They were: President, Paul K. Schulze; vice-president, Michael F. Delea; secretarj -treasurer, Leo C. Muth. It was through their efforts that the class banquet held January 3 in the college library was such a marked success. The merriment on that occasion was somewhat damp- ened by the absence of our teacher, who had been called away by the sudden death of his father. The members of the class sympathized with him in his bereavement. On account of his absence the play, “Caught Ry the Cuff,” was indefinitely postponed. Mr. Recker, of Fourth High, and Mr. Mudd, of Second High, as well as many former members of the class, were present. Addresses were made by Paul K. Schulze, Michael Delea and Leo C. Muth. John B. Crowley read the class prophecy. The musical end of the affair was well taken care of by Gerard T. Warwick, 177 178 THIRD YEAR “A.” Top I{o v— G. R. GIKSON, A. 1 . IIARTZELL. M. A. GARREIS, A. I. FINK, P. T. MARECKI, L. N. CARROEE. A. N. KEOSIN. Second Row— 0. .1. ZFI’.OWIT , .T. (J. (CNEIEE. E. G. MPTH, .1. G. I! ENESHI NA S. C. A. JONES, M. F. DEEEA. J. P.. CROWEEV, .1. JASINSKI. First Row — J. A. KEEEY, (i. T. P.FUROTAillS, P. K. SCIIUEZE, MR. J. E’. RYAN, S..I., J. F. KEHS, E. I)E F. PECKER, G. W. PARRETT. piano; Charles A. Jones, violin; Leo C. Mutli, mandolin, and Philip Mareki and Joseph F. A. Kehs, vocal selections. During the course of the year sorrow visited the families of two of our fellow-students. The death of the father of John M. Deponai resulted in our losing one of our most earnest students and best-liked classmates. The brother of James O’Neill passed away February 18. The members of the class offer their condolences to both. At the beginning of the second term new class otticers were elected as follows: President, Joseph F. A. Kehs; vice-president, Gerard T. Bur- roughs; secretary, Leo C. Muth; treasurer, George R. Gibson. At present the} are planning a big yachting party to take place in June and there is every reason to believe that it will he a great success. PERSONALS. G. W. R. — Member High School basketball, tennis, swimming teams. Treasurer of Debating Society. An accomplished mathematician. A very versatile man, as you no doubt imagine. E. DeF. B. — Class beadle. He’s not much in evidence during the month, but he’s always around when the honors are given out. Ycre it not for the two “shiners” he got during the past year his record would be the highest of the highest. F. M. M. — He of the dreamy eyes. However, he never lets anyone excel him during English period. Left us recently to obtain a govern- ment position. P. T. M. — In Philip you have an earnest student, a very convincing orator, a clever ballplayer, a ])rohibitionist and in spare moments a druggist. What else could one ask? G. R. G. — Before he was elected class treasurer he was quite popular. Rut now the fellows avoid him like ])oison. However, he’s a clever chap, and though a master in the terpsichorean art and a good looker, he manages to carry home testimonials rather regularly. J. R. C. — Has a combination of industry and good humor that might well be copied by other 3A men. He recently left us in favor of a gov- ernment position in Aberdeen. He evidently preferred school for he is now back with us. J. M. J. — Whoever said Moses was the meekest of men didn’t know John. L. N. C. — His head just reaches above the top of his desk. However, he generally manages to make himself heard. His nickname “Happy” well suits him. A. 1. F. — Here’s a man wlio knows when to lav off pleasure and start work. Has a knowledge of Greek that would startle that nation itself. His debating has won him some reputation, but not so much as his ability as a drummer. 179 J. F. A. K. Class ])resi(kMit. Can talk for Ihree hours on why the Moly Cross Lyceum is the best in the city. Calls Soulh Baltimore the si)oC ' of the world. Although Joe is an aeeomplished athlete, his modesty, as well as his many business cares, i)revent him from dis- playing his ability to us. J. Cj. B. He’s (juiet, but he ' s clever. G. T. W. — In the first ])lace Jerry is a clever debater. His short stories and poetry have also made him famous. Has composed several war songs. M. A. G. — The original wild man from Curtis Bay. His tales of life in that gay town are enough to make one resolve never to wander down that way. A. M. D, — The noblest Roman of them all. Has now left us to take up a private course. C. A. J. — The Charlie Chaplin, Jascha Heifetz, Howard Thurston of our class all combined. He is one of the few people in this world who think that life is one joy after another. A. C. H. — From out Forest Park way. However, it is not his fault. Besides being a class and debating society officer he is clever at baseball and tennis. J. C. Z. — Joe’s greatest ambition is to be traffic officer at Lexington and Liberty streets. Every riddle and joke that passes through the class can be traced back to him. A violinist of local repute. P. K. S. — Paul was president of the class during tlic first term. Now he spends all his time with the baseball squad. Would rather write his compositions in Greek than in English. R. E. B. — Joined us in February. Since that time he has given evi- dence of being an exceptional student. He frequents Community Hall. J. G. O’N. — Think of a fellow who is always ready for any lesson at any time and you’ll have a pretty good idea of Jimni} G. T. B. — Bud is a typical Southerner. Also a very consistent student. His genial disposition has won him many friends at Loyola. A. J. K. — “Peaches” does not believe in taking life seriously. But wby should he? He says that life in Geometry class is an awful proposition. However, his knowledge of Greek is envied by many. J. A. K. — Leader of the class jazz band. Joe plays left field for the High School baseball team and his batting has brought victory to Loyola several times. He wears a smile that only the ])rospects of an afternoon in Jug can dissijiatc. Vice-])residcnt of the Morgan Debating Society. M. F. D. — Our orator. He can kill fifteen minutes most delightfully expounding the hair-s])litting differences between debark and disem- bark. His football playing was one of the features of the season. L. C. M.— Don’t think much of him. Leo C. Muth, H. S., ’19. 180 Oiliirb frar “1” From all parts of the United States the alumni of the Class of Third Year “B” were pouring into Union Station. Limousines were waiting, ready to take them to their destined rendezvous. At the Hotel Belvedere everj one was in a frenzy of excitement in expectation of the coming guests, while on the streets newsboys shouted their extras, overcrowded with columns concerning the great banquet. Everything was in readiness when the limousines pulled up at the door of the Belvedere. Out of the first stepped Thomas J. Meehan, president of the class, his huge form, half walking, half waddling into the hotel. With him was John J. Schwarz, vice-president, his mouth separated from ear to ear in a glorious smile. Out of the next limousine came the Hon. Charles R. Durbin, professor of dancing in the greate st school in New York, and famous for his danc- ing throughout the country. With him was Daniel G. Barrett, president of the great Gneiss Water Rock Company, his tanned face and lean tigure commanding the admira- tion of all. With a long gloomy smile on his face Carroll G. Kirby stepped into the spotlight, and everyone recognized the great landowner. With him was J. Maurice King, historian of the class. His kind and handsome countenance put on a singular appearance of contentment as the crowd shouted their pleasure at seeing the great teacher of Latin and Greek at Fordham. In the next limousine was Hugh Duffy, multimillionaire, manufac- turer of school books, especially Virgil and Xenophon. Vith him was Charles King, the illustrious actor, who has made him- self a general favorite on the stage, and especially by his role in Keith’s circuit. These were followed by Frank Holew and Frank Czaja, the insep- arable pals. The former has set the big leagues on fire bj his wonder- ful pitching, and the latter has taken the j lace of Ty Cobb in the outfield. Next came Max Mueller and John Larkins. Max has made a wonder- ful success as a builder. In fact, he has superintended the construction of a wonderful new city in the west that rivals New York. John Larkins is Street Cleaning Commissioner of New York. Next came William Ashton, i resident of the National Barbers’ Union. His flowing yellow beard reached almost to his belt. With him was Martin Haneke the greatest paper manufacturer in the United States. 181 182 THIRD YEAR “R.” Top Row — F. ( ' ZA.TA. ( ' . DT’KBIX. .T. LEYKO. A. WA(TI() VIA K. T. (EVLLKJX. M. IIAXEKE, W. ASHTOX. S( ' C()n(l Row — KIX(;. KIRKV. E. IIOEEW, J. BOWEIX(J, K. KIX(;. F. MORRIS. H. DT’FFY. .T. SCHWARZ. First Row — T. MEEIIAX, :M. ZRFEEEER, REV. FRAXCIS IIAROADOX. S..T., .T. EARKIXS, I). BARRETT. Joseph Boulding slowly steps from his car. He is worn and hen- pecked-looking, so we suppose he is married. With him is Adam Wachoviak, who has put the best Greek translation on the market ever known. Leo Gallion and Frank Morris came next. Both have made great success as merchants, Leo in New York and Frank in Philadelphia. Last but not least came Julius Leyko and John Novack. Julius has risen to the rank of major in the regular army of the United States and John has become a wonderful musician and charms the whole country with his violin. Maurice King, Thomas Meeh. n. i rnnii “A ’ Bobert J. Ashton. Always full of smiles and noise. He’s never still if he can help it. His smiling face is absent from our class picture. He had “Liberty” measles that day. Edward J. Brannan. Continually tormented by the small element in the class. He sits over in the “Amen Corner.” He means to be a Charles Schwab next summer working in the shipyards. Maurice J. Brennan. From St. Louis. A member of the High School football and basketball squads; also a substitute on the baseball team. He and Barney are “chummy.” Sickness took him away from us for six weeks, but he came back like the black cat. J. Boger D.wis. Center on the class basketball five. He and Louis Walker expect to do well in the elocution contest this year. His favorite saying is, “Anybody got a match?” Baymond j. Donahue. Class Beadle and Holy Childhood promoter. He hankers after knowledge. Baymond often takes the “Jug” book from room to room, but his name is never in it. He continues to leave us all behind when marks are handed out. J. Leonard Dor. n. If we wish to think of pleasant, quiet fellows we have only to turn to Leonard. Though very quiet, he is always ready to talk when called upon for a recitation. Carroll J. Dugan. He says he’s a great shot with the ritle. He is always saying, “What did you say? Say it again.” Carroll loves to use Latin words. John P. Fl. nnery. John is faithful to everything that belongs to “2A” — studies, teacher, games and the boys. He also has a warm spot in his heart for Mt. Washington. 183 184 Charles A. Frainie. Has a laugh that would shame a hyena. Charlie is becoming quite a young man. He parts his hair in the middle, dances, an’ everything. Conrad C. Hamp. If school spirit and “rooting” were a money-making proposition Conrad would be maii} times a millionaire. W. Barnea Harris, Jr. Our class president and captain of the class basketball team. Is also vice-president of the Junior Debating Society, Has a song about a certain “Cotidianus — a — um.” His biggest fault still is that he is too good natured. Joseph B. Himmelheber. — The pride of Annapolis. We guess he studies a lot on the W. B. A. Giggles sometimes. William G. Hiskal He comes from Catonsville. Willie is growing thin; Ave fear he studies too much. T. Irving Hoen. Our class treasurer. Originator of the saying, “Monday is Duesday.” Worked hard selecting class pins. Known to his teachers as “Alibi” Hoen. lr dng is Barney’s source of amusement. Bernard F. Kirbal Fre quently heard saying, “I can’t see the board. I left my glasses home.” “Alright, sit up front, Bernard.” Takes delight in arguments at meetings of the Debating Society. F. Joseph Manns. His oice is ncAcr heard in class except Avhen he is asked to recite. Then he ahvays knoAvs what he is talking about, too. Very big and sometimes called “Tubby.” Good natured and gets high marks. John F. McFadden. Pitcher on the High School nine. Our latest member to don long pants. He thinks he can sing, but finds it hard to make the rest of us believe it. Alexius J. McGlannan. Continues to do Avell in his oaaui quiet Avay. Alexius is a favorite. Robert J. O’Conor. Our heaviest man. Catcher on the High School baseball team and a regular on the football elcA en. KnoAvs hoAv to handle hgures. He is president of the Junior Debating Society and Auce-president of the class. Thomas G. Reanolds. Played second base on the High School nine. James J. Raan. Sits in the corner Avith his “chum.” James continues to laugh and groAv fat. John A. Shea. A close friend of J. Manns, but not quite so quiet. Curly-headed and bashful. John came to us from Special. Francis T. Stockett. He belongs to the Second Maryland Regiment of Home Guards. 185 186 SECOND YEAR “B.” Top How— .T. lUTCIIXESS. (J. FAY. F. X. KEELAX. E. Mc i()VEHX, W. TAYMAXS. A. MEYEH. J. SC’1I()X() Y8K1. Socond How — P. COFGIIEIX. J. KHOWX. A. (H)XCE. H. FEX WIFK, T. IIEXHY. J. M. O ' KHIEX, .1. TAYMAXS. First Itow— W. WIXTZ, .7. WHKJHT, W. HUFF, ,7. GTTTIIHIE, M. A. : H. HEAMY, J. XOHHIS, I . IvXAPP. Emile A. Sullivan. His middle name is Adam. So named liecaiise he never leaves “Jug” before Eve (4 P. M.) John L. Sullivan. Sounds iiugilistie, doesn’t it? He hails from Hay- ton, Ohio, although he now lives at White Hall, Maryland. WiMBERT 11. Sullivan. Our little elass secretary. Small but lively. Those hangs arc gone now and he jiarts his hair on the side. Leo C. Sweeney. The boy from South Baltimore. He loves to tease Edward Brannan. Leo alwaj s has an engagement on “Jug” days. Louis P. Walker. He’s rather stout and a “movie” fiend. CUiite good natured and known as the “little fat hoy.” By the Class. We shall here endeavor to relate as clearly as possible in the guise of a class meeting the important events which have transpired during the past year. The meeting described below is eharaeteristic of the various ones which have been enthusiastically held by our elass of some twenty odd. The following class otlicers were elected: First Term. Second Term. Albert E. Gonce President Albert E. Gonce. J. Mitchell O’Brien Vice-President Hanson C. Fenwick. Hanson C. Fenwick Secretary J. Mitchell O’Brien. William A. Buff Treasurer William A. Rulf. Time: Some Saturday afternoon. Meeting called to order by the jn’esident (A. E. G.) Easier said than done.) “Any business before the house?” (An excellent cue for a mob scene.) Hands U]), fingers snapping, many standing, all clamoring to lie recog- nized. Mr. Jazbo, of Quictvillc (G. L. F.) has the floor. “I move we organize a basketball Icain.” Bill, of Smiling Town (W. T. T.) seconds the motion. Manager George L. Fay and Cajitain F. X. Kcelan were elected. (This team made a very creditable showing in tlie Junior Intcrclass League.) (F. X. K.) A member from Lock Golden : “Let’s hold a class hamiuct.” His colleague (E. DeK.) seconds the motion above the ujiroar of assents and dissents. After a lengthy discussion (mostl} ofi‘ the question) the motion passed. Even the president took jiart in this momentous debate. Our vice-president (H. C. F.) (from the Diamond District) apjioints Messrs. William A. Ruff, F. X. Kcelan, Albert E. Gonce, Edward DcKow- zan and J. Mitchell O’Brien the committee of arrangements. 187 (L. A. K.) of the Latin Translation Committee: “Where you gonna hold this banquet anyway?” (J. L. N.) member of the same committee: “Down in the Gym; where you think?” (R. F. R.) Jazbo’s friend from the Smoky City: “Aw no, let’s have it at a hotel.” (J. V. R.) member from Avoirdupois: “I’ll be there, no matter where it is.” (J. A. W.) the representative from Wida Wake: “Gosh! We’re gonna have a banquet.” (W. J. W.) his colleague: “Gee whiz! No. It’s only a possibility to be spelled with capital (This banquet was successfully held at the Hotel Joyce April 3, 1918.) (J. I. P.) whose train runs on Old Time : “I make a motion we or- ganize a baseball team.” (J. R. B.) who runs on the same time, seconds the motion. Manager A. E. Gonce and Captain H. C. Fenwick were elected and we promise ourselves a successful baseball season. (J. J. S.) speed king of English Mem. : “We forgot to read the min- utes of the preceding meeting.” (A. J. M.) member of Committee on Port Holes: “I move that our oflicial reader (L. J. McG.) favor us with the minutes.” The member who “came back” (T. E. H.) seconds the motion. Persistent Pete from Sympathy (P. C. C.) : “Aw, s-s-s-si-sit down.” (J. L. P.) just in from Measles (sweetly) : “I move we adjourn.” Admiral William (W. A. R.) Guardian of the Treasury: “Don’t forget the banquet; class dues are always in order.” Joe of Accommodation (J. G. T.) : “I second the motion to adjourn.” The Speaker of the House (J. M. O’B.) : “Aw forget it, class will be over in a minute anyway.” At this moment the bell rang and before the Chair could put the question the meeting had adjourned. Hanson C. Eenwick, H. S., ’20. J. Mitchell O’Brien, H. S., ’20. iFirst “A’ Edwin De L. — Leads the class in everything without exception; laughs like Earmer Gatch’s mule and gets a gold testimonial ever} month. Keep it up, Edwin, good work. 188 F. D. — Comes to school daily at 8.40 o ' clock. He is an Algebra genius and a good athlete. He is famous for his tine shots in basketball which won many games for us. J. A. W. — One of the brightest boys in the class, and a sensational youngster at Latin and Algebra. Joe is as good in athletics as he is in his studies. C. M. — A clever handball artist and a match for any hoy in the class. Constantine, like his namesake, is a great conqueror of hard tasks. He has no trouble conquering Latin themes. F. X. S. — Surnamed “Minnie. Is fond of indoor sports, knitting, checkers, etc. He is good with the rifle and is the best “Bull-Shooter’’ in the class He is an authority on “How to Play Jacks, and Babydolls.” J. K. — Has the face of an angel; no wonder, for he conies from Para- dise — that is, the Paradise at Catonsville. When it comes to getting first honors, James says it can’t be done. H. L. G. — We call him Farmer Gatch because he hails from Baspeburg. He is helping Uncle Sam to win the war by raising wheat. He is on the Board of Directors of the Toonerville Trolley Company. P. De K. — If the art of good swimming was knowledge, Paul would find it easy getting a gold testimonial every month; but it’s too bad that it isn’t. Isn’t it Paul? J. McG. — Surnamed “Terry”; not much of a fighter though. If you want to lose a set of tennis let Terry know for he is right there with the racquet. E. S. — The swimmer of this class who went to Poly and beat City in the 100-yard dash. Eddie used to dash off themes of all kinds — good, bad and indifferent. P. Kuzarski. — My, what a big name for a little boy; but what he lacks in size he makes up in brains, for Pete gets a testimonial almost every month. Donald G. — Of the U. S. Food Administration. He does his hit by saving wheat and eating more Graham bread. Donald is a wizard when it comes to lessons. F. H. — Surnamed “Hayseed.” Hails from Woodlawn, the village that God forgot; it is smothered somewhere in the woods outside of Balti- more. When God was giving out knowledge, I know somebody that got more than his share. S. H. — Our frog catcher and hunter. A shotgun exploded in his hand once and blew off his thumb, but Sidney’s thumb was i)ut back in place by the doctor and he now bears the scars of war. Sidney is a great scientist on frog’s blood. 189 190 F. H. — Charley Chaplin’s only rival. Walks like the Hon. Charlev. Getting to look like him in the faee. He also likes to play ball. Wonder how he runs? But eheer up, Frank, you are good in Latin and some other studies, and that makes up. F. J. Kerr. -Not a dog, but a white hoy. Wilt not bite and is perfeetly harmless. He is the first baseman of the elass team and the joker of tlie class. Joe is good in composition; in fact, one of the best in the class, and is good in general studies. N. C. — Sees all things Latin and wins almost all Latin oral contests. Looks like “Van” in the comic sheet of The Sun and is called the same. Thinks himself champion chess player of the class. Has been asked many times if he is a relative to Admiral Nelson of the English Navy. J. D. — Comes to school every morning with hair like a porcupine. Cheats the barber. Keep it up, Joseph. They give a good amount of money for hair in mattress factories. B. K. — Surnamed “Oswald.” Cham])ion “Old Maid” player of the class. Works like a bell. He is an authority on fairy tales and magic words. If you want a fairy talc told, come to him. He is always invest- ing in “Solarine.” X. W. — One of our guards in basketball and is heavyweight of the class. He has a good brain and is slowly but surely climbing the ladder of fame. F. B. — The “Silent Man.” Hardly ever hear him in class, but is a good talker outside; but when he does talk you can hardly hear him. W. Taylor B. — A busy little bee, but nevertheless a good little boy B. stands for brightness; therefore Taylor shines like the sun. Is hardly ever sick because he has a doctor in his family. J. Kuhn — Not the janitor of the school, but a plain school boy. Came from some place around Philadelphia or Wilmington. Ma} be a rela- tion to our noted Major-General Kuhn, but this fact is not exposed. J. W. D. — Has a French name, hut is an American boy. Can crawl out of all troubles with celerity. Is the midget of the class. “Slow but sure” is his motto. P. S. — As Farmer Gatch sat on the fence beneath the Hemler tree whistling “I Love DeKowzan Chickens,” a Kerr came along and bit him on the leg. Being an accident, which was not of Daily occurrence, he was hurried to Dr. Bouchelle in Kernan’s Hospital and fed on Graham crackers. He soon died and his Knell was tolled by Dugan. The dog was shot by Captain McGovern soon afterwards. Edwin De Lawder, Joseph Francis Kerr. 191 192 FIRST YEAR “R.” Top Uow Standiiifi W. FOUI.E, T. DOUGHERTY, A. GUMMEK, S. VAETII, .T. (JARDXER, A. SIKORSKY, F. COYNE, F. SMITH .1. ZIFFEL. Socond Row— R. AHRERT. T. DEE. C. CHESTER, F. KING, H. .lAC’OHS. T. KANE. G. MHTIED, T. KORNICK. First Row— G. RAHDMAN, C. THO IAS, .T. YILHEDM, PROF. J. H. DONNEIM., .T. GRIMM, .1. MYER, M. RENNIE. IFirat Irar IB’’ On the fifteenth of September we started sehool with a will. There were twenty-seven of us, but at the beginning of the seeond term we lost four members. We elected class othccrs as follows: A. Cduisc Thomas, president; George C. Michel, vice-president; George H. Bahhnan, secre- tary, and Malcolm E. Rennie, treasurer. Our class progressed well under these leaders. Mr. C u ' il A. Keller held the teacher’s chair until the beginning of the second term, when he entered the United States service. The vacancy was tilled by Mr. John O’Donnell, a teacher of wide experience. Old Glory holds a consi)icuous ])lacc among the decorations of the class rooms. We held our own in athletics, Thomas being manager of our basket- ball team. He had his men always keyed U]) to a winning point. A glance at the team will show its metal. Its members were : Vaeth, Rahhnan and Rennie, forwards; Thomas, center, and Fogle and Coyne, guards. The class organized a baseball team. We elected Thomas manager and Bahhnan captain. If ])rospccts turn out as they indicate, we will have a winning nine. Raymond F. Albert — His name stands first on the role and he is always up front in athletics. Ray has a smile like the rays of the sun. George H. Bahhnan — The bulwark of the class in athletics and not far behind the first line in class battles. Charles C. Chester — The unfortunate chap who, unavoidably absent, came back and made a great effort in the home stretch. Francis V. Coyne — Speed king of ‘ ' Viri Romae and toi)notcher in almost everything else. Paul J. Dougherty — The mega])hone of the class when reciting, but otherwise the noiseless student. Walter M. Fogle — Who resides on Edmondson avenue, is sure a jolly chap, always happy and smiling, even when he is Jugged. Joseph O. Gardner He lives on Hamburg street; not Hamburg, Ger- many. He is not a Hun. Joseph P. Grimm — Champion elocutionist of the class, always de- bating. Thinks quicker than he si)eaks. Harry C. Jacobs — Si)eed artist on the track. A sticker in a game, a winner in a contest. Thomas F. Kane — Veritable Jumping- jack, who never sits still unless he is mad. If talk was funny he would he a circus. 193 Alphonse S. (luniiner Has an ambition of being a eowboy and eap- ture Villa. Franeis E. King During jMr. Keller ' s reign be kept the little yellow book that everyone knows. He never forgot any marks and was known as the “merry jug reeord keeper.” Theodore H. Horniek — Our literary man. His big words are taller than be is. His eompositions ean ' t be beaten. Thomas O. Lee — Hails from Perryman and besides being an automo- bile ineebanie be elaims to be able to run any ear, es])eeially a flivver. George C. Miebel The ([uiet boy of the elass, who is a very good stu- dent and a musieian and artist. When a pieture is wanted George always is called ui)on, because be can deliver the goods. .1. Philip Myer — Never beard from, unless when asked a question and only tlien when be know be is right. Malcolm E. Rennie — Boy from St. Ann’s with an A-1 record. Bright- ening it at every stej), be reflects bis future. Albert E. Sikorsky Is one merry lad, Wlio always attends to tlic absentee pad. Frederick A. Smitli -A motto of this smart book is “Eacb for liimself and the book for us all.” A. Chase Thomas — Our class president. A big boy wlio came from the City College and who soon found out Loyola was better. Sylvester x . Vaetb— A sport of South Baltimore, who has not met liis Waterloo in “Viri Romae ’ altliougb be has met it in “algebra.” John F. Wilhelm — The midget of the class. He is only six feet liigb. He will be a big belj) to bis motlier when be grows up. John T. Zipfel A little fourteen-karat chap who doesn’t need chamois skin to brighten him up. THE CLASS RACE. King, Albert, Myer all agree That Zipfel, Gammer, Sikorsky Had Dougherty, Smith, Wilhelm beat When Grimm and Kane entered the meet; Then Chester, Coyne cried with glee. To get a .Jacobs, I )gle and I ee, Horniek and Gardner joined the race, Rennie and Rahlman were given place, Michel and Thomas carried the banner. Rat it took Vaeth to win the honor. 194 Francis Coyne, Sylvester Vaeth. Jprpparatarij ippartm nt iFirst QIIasH. Marion B. — Not the leader of Revolutionary fame. He leads, however. 1 ed also in the merit contest for the first term. His maps are the best. Can’t understand how any boj can be lazy. Raymond R. — One of the lone, lucky two who get 100 for conduct. He wears longies. One of First Prep’s best students. The kind of boy that in the long run always succeeds. J. Burgess — Very fond of books. Has read more books than many High School graduates. Quite a story-teller, but of the right kind. Wears glasses. Grant Campbell — Our Senator from Sahara. Like the ship of the desert, gets his back up occasionally. Strange, but true, the Campbells in First Prep’s menagerie are much smaller than Roches and Lions. Paul C. — The little boy with a fine big head. Belongs to the lucky set. Rarely seen in jug. Some think his big brothers do his themes, but J. P. Coolahan, who always tells the truth, says nay. Very fond of testi- monials and candy. T. Collison — Captain of our baseball team. Elected class captain twice. Quituated at Easter. Sorry to lose you, Tom. Hope you return in September. 195 196 FIRST PREPARATORY Clarence C. — The other lucky hoy in longies who gets 100 in conduct. Moral: Let all First Preps take to long trousers and short tongues and the 100 is theirs. Sometimes just to look like a man makes one manly. Always wide-awake. Never dreams, like Shakespeare’s Clarence. P. Ciemny — Not the name of a new brand of pepper. Forgets the name of his favorite study, but thinks it is memory. Holds up the fair name of East Baltimore. Sometimes studies awful hard. William Cooney — Our Latin scholar. Won the big contest in the Latin Declensions. William’s chauffeur is mighty convenient — arrives just as something begins at 2.30. Recently got a prize and the measles. L. Froehling — His home work fretiuently blows out the car window. Louis is the best looking boy in the class when asleep — sleeping beauty. Never known to pout. Sometimes studies real hard. E. Henkeurt — Started late, but always “Earnest.” Earnest comes from sunny California. They say warm climate makes people lazy. There are exceptions. L. Ireton — Not a full-grown lion, just a cub. Hasn’t roared yet. Won second largest number of merit cards first term. In red necktie, Buster- Brown collar and Pcrcy-boy expressions, Leo made a great hit in his Christmas speech. All the Second Prep’s really thought he meant every word of it. Tom Johnson — Of Baltimore, not of Cleveland. A big boy, but always pays full fare on the cars. Another in longies, but not exactly with the 100 conduct mark. Though big, is forbidden to shave or smoke yet. With a ban on shaving and smoking, history repeats itself — another Ban Johnson. E. Knell — Goes to heaven (home) or — Purgatory (jug) every day at 2.30. Edwin’s typewriter doesn’t sjiell well. Better take care of his hair or the “Wild Man of Borneo” will meet his double and then there will be a hair-pulling duel on hand — rather on head — rather off head. Hard study sometimes brings out a tine crop of hair, hut sometimes, Edwin, it brings out the hair itself. Be wise. No bald heads in First Prep. William K. — A jolly little fellow. Helps us to be cheerful. Laughs at everything and nothing. Some basketball star. Too small to be a star of the first magnitude. Always wins. It was little Willie who put the kir in Kirwin. Studies well for a hoy his size. E. Lawrence — We all like to see his smile for the good effect it lias on us. Edgar knows a smile turns away wrath. This is not the only thing he knows. He often knows his lessons also. (Jn good terms with John downstairs. Gentle boys never give the jiroprietor of the candy shop trouble. 197 Moran McKinlass — He of the four eyes. A far-seeing boy. Say, but can’t he go it. One of his members, situated in the head, can make forty- eleven revolutions a second. Some feat not feet, please. Composition is his forte. O. Molter — A real healthy hoy from the country. Doesn’t like jug. Strange, indeed, since most hoys like sweets. Studies very hard occa- sionally; at other times only hard. Otto has his eyes on First High — Section A or B, he doesn’t iniml which, as both sections are A No. 1. B. McDermott — One of our many artists. Awful quick except before 9 A. M. Means business. Look out for him next year in First High, fellows. Little Joe N. — Talks very deliberately when reciting, but notice him in the yard. Wonders what jug looks like. Not related to the man on Baltimore and Howard streets. Joe has stores of knowledge. Won the second best contest of the year — the spelling contest. It took in the “speller” from cover to cover. M. O’Malley — Comes from the glorious country. Really he does, but without that rustic, woodland air. Promises to leave a few gudgeons for us in the Patapsco. Made a fine Santa Claus. All Second Preps believed in him then and do yet, but only two First Preps — Grant Burgess and Louis Johnson. If he wasn’t so fat he might be the head of his class. At present he’s its body. “I may be fat,” he says, “but I have a lovely disposition.” Our Coco Cola friend from Elkridge. Seldom late, though he often has to pull a cow off the track. Michael Oles — The archangel. The “album caput” of our class. Study? Almost breaks his beautiful white head. Once captain and even once made the acquaintance of a testimonial. Expects new shoes from father if he passes the examination, hut one with a foot in it if he doesn’t. He’ll pass. F. Roche — Another addition to our class menagerie. We have camels, lions and roaches. Comes from the hilly country. A star of the first magnitude in Catechism. You’ll teach Catechism some day, Francis, and remember that they who instruct others unto justice shall shine like stars for all eternity. W. Sweeney — A gentle boy “that lightly draws his breath.” Has sometimes studied hard; at other times harder. Always loved geography, but now, on account of the world’s mix-up, is passionately fond of English grammar. M. Wright — Sometimes wrong. Could be Wright smart if he wished. Can get a toothache whenever needed. Aches are often convenient in- convenient articles. Maurice and the dentist pull well together. An accident to his left hand? Never; always his Wright hand— so no exer- cises, no lines. We cannot approve of all this, Maurice, and think that Wright is sometimes wrong. 198 J. Leo Ire ' I ' on. 199 SECOND PREPARATORY. StaiKliim C. 1{. WINI)FKLI� I :i:, L. A. KKIjI.V, P.. .M. !.,()(’ 1 1 H( (Kill. K I{. I!. I ' . AI{TIiri{, W. . 1 . PHTN ' KI-rr ' l ' , H. C IlVSIOli, VIXC’JON ' I ' O MAPPPV, W. A. KK LIA, P. IIAUTZEPL. Siftin;; (J. A. (’((OXKV. P. X. HKKS. li. J. RAP. MR. .[. REC RR OWX. K. .M. KOSLIOV, .1. W. PARR. (; L SMTl ' H rrnnii (ElaaH. WhcMi our class was organized on tlic scvciilecnth day of Sei)teinber, 1917, tlierc were not many i)Ui)ils in it, l)ut c[uite a few entered after a month or so and now we have fifteen on tlie roll. About the middle of the year we got together and bought ourselves a Boston pencil shar])cner and nearly every morning at 9 o’clock we line up to give it its daily exercise. George Cooney, the life of the class, keejis all the fellows in good humor. During his time of absence every fellow in the class missed him very much. William Kelly, known to the class as Professor Kelly, is the bright star of the delegation. The smallest member of the class is Charles Hartzell. Cooney — If it wasn’t for him we would never have a good time. Louis Kelly — We think the Germans are coming when he speaks. Bosley — He thinks he’ll be a great mathematician some day. Bees — The first thing you see is his name. Smith — If it wasn’t for his watch he’d be lost. William Kelly — He always has some ([uestion to ask. Hartzell — The smallest boy in the school, but he knows something just the same. Bae — The tallest boy in the class, but that doesn’t matter. He can see over our heads. Windfelder — The president who sjieaks South Baltimore language. Carr He likes to be stretched out, but he is all right most of the time. O’Malley — The vice-president who is always present. Bobby — The secretary who hardly has anything to do. Plunkett — Everybody’s friend. Lochboehler- A very good student. Hyser — The great athlete. The otticers of the class arc: President, George Windfelder; vice- president, Jerome O’Malley; treasurer, Bobert Arthur; manager of the baseball team, George Cooney. Gi:or(;k B. Windfkldeh. 200 ICngnla ICttfrarg The Loyola Literary Society enjoyed during the past scholastic year one of its most successful seasons. The membership of the organization is limited to the four classes of the College department, and meetings are held every two weeks in the Students’ Library. Formerly the Society conducted its meetings outside of class hours; but this year the old order was revoked and the body now meets during the last period of class on Monday afternoons. Besides the four regular debaters, there are at all times members of the house eager to rise and speak on the question. The Society began its activities by the installation of otlicers for the first term on Monday, October 29, 1917, the following assuming ottice : President — George E. Renehan, ’18. Vice-President — Albert J. Sehlstcdt, ’19. Recording Secretary — T. Barton Harrington, ’20. Corresponding Secretary — Joseph S. Kirby, ’18. Treasurer — George B. Sybert, ’19. Josej)!! C. Garland was chosen Corresponding Secretary at the second term elections, held on February 4, 1918. The other otlicers of the first term were re-elected. Among the subjects debated were: “An amendment to the Federal Constitution extending the suffrage to women is warranted by present conditions”; “The Government should regulate the wages of skilled and unskilled labor,” and “After the present conflict the time will be ripe for the disarmament of nations.” Great credit is due the Committee on Debates, Messrs. Joseph C. Garland, ’18; H. Raymond Peters, ’18 and James O. Scrimger, ’19, who selected the topics with the utmost discre- tion, placing before the organization live questions of the day. As has been the custom in former years, the speeches were always of the highest order and well worthy of praise. The critics are also to be commended. Without a doubt, the most important meeting of the year took place on Monday, April 15, when the Society met to select speakers for the public debate of May 24. Those chosen to uphold the fair name of the Society were: George E. Renehan, ’18; R. Lawrence Davis, ’21; Charles L. Coolahan, 21, and Edward J. Nestor, ’21. The alternates were Hector J. Ciotti, ’19 and T. Barton Harrington, ’20; Cliairman George B. Sybert, ’18. T. B. rton H. RRiN(iTON, ’20, Secretary. 201 CI ' .Oir.iK RKXEIIAN V il.. i ()(� 1.A1!AA U. LAWRENCE DAVIS CONTESTANTS FOH THE JP:NKINS MEDAL (TJIE delate was won by CHARLES L. COOLAHAN, ’ 21 ) 202 MORGAN DEBATERS. Left to Kight— CLAKEXCE CAELFIELD, KOBEET COOLAHAX, LEOXABL . E AS, (JEOIMJE ELFIJK ' II. 203 iHnrgan i batiitg ()fficp:hs. Modei ' dlor, Mh. Maukick A. Mudd, S.J. First Term. Clahknci-: F. Cauliield. Michael F. Delea. Hoheht a. Coolamax. Leo C. Muth. Thomas G. Marcin. lIi(iH J. Duffy. President. Viee-President. Seeretary. Treasurer. First Tensor. Seeond Tensor. Seeond Term. Cheagh J. Hirritts. Joseph A. Kelly. UoREKT A. COOLAHAN. (lERALi) W. Barrett. Jenxtngs j. Clark. Axdreny P. Hartzeli.. Notable among the inaii} actieities of the High School during the past scholastic year were the highly interesting weekly meetings of the Morgan Debating Society. Each Wednesday afternoon we assembled to discuss questions of Yital importance to the city, state or nation, and to decide on matters of moment to the Society itself. Some of the sub- jects debated were: “Annexation”; “Supreme Commander of the Allied Armies”; “Six-cent carfare for Baltimore”; “Sunday Baseball”; “Com- pulsory Education”; “Government (Jwnership of Railroads,” and “Abandonment of the Monroe Doctrine by the United States.” The third annual debate with Gonzaga High School, of Washington, took place at Gonzaga on the evening of Eehruary 21. The speakers chosen to represent Loyola were George E. Helfrich, Leonard F. Maas and Clarence F. Caulfield, all of the Senior class of the High School. The aflirmative side of the question, ' ‘Resolved: That after the War the Federal Government should own and operate the steam railroads of the United States,” was upheld by Loyola; the negative, by Gonzaga. After a sj)irited debate, Gonzaga was declared the winner. The judges invited to render the decision at this debate were : Hon. Joseph E. Ransdell, United States Senator from Louisiana; Hon. George E. O’Shaunessy, Representative from Rhode Island, and Hon. Josc])h Walsh, Repre- sentative from Massachusetts. On the evening of March 18, defending the aflirmative side of the same ([uestion, the three re])resentatives of the Morgan Debating Society met a team from St. Josejih’s High School, Philadelphia. After an excellent debate in which s])irited rebuttal was an interesting feature, the verdict of the judges was rendered against Loyola. The Loyola speakers were tliose who debated against Gonzaga; the St. Joseph orators were John J. MeShain, Jr., Francis 1. Farley and Paul J. MefNoy. The judges were Hon. Charles W. Heuisler, Dr. Frank J. Kirby and Dr. Charles O’Donovan. The succ essful coinjietitors for the High School debate are George E. Helfrich, Richard L. Ball, Robert A. Coolahan, Leonard F. Mass, Rernard J. Weigman and Michael F. Delea. 204 dluutnr Htglt rrinul Fbating B’ortrty. Last year a debating society was organized in First Year High School and the rare ability displayed by the ineinhers, not only in delivering the prepared debates, hut in speaking “ex corona” far surpassed expecta- tions. Many of the vital questions of the day were debated by the youthful orators with such grave finality as to leave no doubt in the minds of the hearers that the last word had been said on the subject discussed. First Term. Joseph Ik Himmelheiier. Maerice J. Brennan. J. Mitchell O’Brien. Bayhond j. Donahue. OFFICEBS. President. Viee-President. Seeretary. Tensor. Seeond Term. Borert j. O’Connor. W. Barney Harris, Jr. Louis A. Knapp. Baymont) j. Donahue. (Ihr philumathir nrirly. Prompted by a desire for a deeper and more jiersonal knowledge of the arts and sciences than could he secured by means of the classroom alone, and realizing that this desire could best be furthered by co-opera- tive activity, a number of the members of the Senior and Junior classes organized on February 13 the Philomathic Society. At the homes of various of the members weekly meetings are held at which hiograiihical and critical essays are read, and a previously assigned topic scientifically examined, the diflerent contlicting views investigated and compared. The following are some of the subjects treated in the essays: “Kant,” “Candillac,” “Skejiticism : from Pyrrho to Hume,” “Descartes,” “Materialism: Growth and Pitfect,” “Suarez,” “Scholasticism and Neo- Scholasticism,” “Nietzche: His Doctrines and Their Intluence on the Present War. ” The otf.cers of the Society are: President, George Benehan; vice- president and treasurer, Albert J. Sehlstedt; secretary, J. Olon Scrimger. 205 S’nJialitu nf Jimmarulatp dnnrpptinu Tlic Sodality of the lininaciilatc Conception is coini)oscd of all the incinbers of the college classes, and its meetings are held every Saturday morning. Promptly at 11:10 o’clock the students assemble in the College Chapel and there recite the otlice of Our Lady. Then follows a brief instruction by tlic Moderator, Rev. Richard A. Fleming. During the present year Father Fleming has devoted many of his talks to the Commandments, hut has, besides, spoken on numerous other topics of si)ccial interest and importance to college students. OFFICERS OF THE SODALITY. First Term. Lons C. Roche. Oeorge R. Syhekt. A. Chester Kearney. H. Raa’mont) Peters. Francis J. Geraghty. Moderator Prefect. First Assistant. Second Assistant. Secretary. Sacristan Rev. Richard A. Second Term. Louis C. Roche. Albert J. Sehlstedt. T. Rarton Harrington. H. Raa MONO Peters. Edward J. Nestor. Fleming, S.J. of Amtunriation This beautiful devotion to the Rlessed Virgin was eontinued this year with great suceess by the students of the High School and Preparatory el asses. We have quite a large membership, and about thirty eandi- dates will be received on June 1. The Sodality meets at half-past two every Friday afternoon, in the Cliapel of Graee. In order that those who are employed after school may attend, the exercises occupy but fifteen minutes, and consist of the reading of the Otlice, a hymn in honor of the Rlessed Virgin, and a short instruction by the Moderator. OFFICERS. First Term. Edward A. Kerr. Robe rt A. Coolahan. Michael F. Delea. George E. Helerich. Rernard j. Weigman. Moderator Prefect. First Assistant. Sec on d A ss is tant. Secretary. Sacristan. Second Term. Edward A. Kerr. Francis DiPaola. Michael F. Delea. George D. Jones. William J. Sweeney. Mr. Jaaies j. Recker, S.J. 206 Atljlpttra lOaakplbaU When the call for candidates was heard early in November it was found out that two new changes had been made by the athletic board for the improvement of the team. First, the mainstay of the college team for many years, Coach William Scheurholz, had been signed to coach the High School squad for the coming season; and secondly, that practice would be held three nights a week instead of in the afternoons. When this announcement was made everyone knew that the team was in for a successful season. With only two regulars from last year’s team, Scheurholz set to work to build up a new one, and by the time the season opened he had Barrett and Holew at forward; Sweeney at centre and A. Coniff at the defensive positions working like veterans. Kelly, J. Conitf and Mike Delea were held in reserve. Bill Sweeney, at centre, was elected captain to fill the place of Tom Tandy who enlisted last spring. The season opened with the “Old Grads,” who were defeated by superior teamwork. The first half was close, ending 13-10 in favor of the alumni; but in the second half the team pulled itself together, and when the final whistle blew they were on the long end, 38-19. Franklin High was smothered a week later, 54-9. The game started with two of the regulars out, but even that did not break up the team- work or the shooting of Holew and Sweeney. The second team finished the game after the score had been rolled up. The first defeat of the season was suffered the following Saturday, in AYihnington, against Salesianum, but it was avenged in the return game in Baltimore. The first championship game was played the following Wednesday afternoon at Loyola against Poly. A large crowd from both schools attended the game. Still smarting from the defeat of the past Saturday, they held Poly without a single field goal during the first half while they annexed six. The score at the end of the first half was 19-6. In the second half Poly showed a reverse in form, and threatened to snatch the game, but Loyola braced up and won out, 22-21. Following the Poly game the Christmas holidays began, but the team started the New Year by taking six games in a row before they were forced to how to defeat. McDonough was downed twice; Ft. McHenry was defeated, 60-10, in a rough game; Rock Hill College Reserves was beaten, 39-19; Gonzaga lost in a fast game, 42-20, and Poly was again defeated at the Richmond Market Armory in a closely fought game, 32-20. 207 208 BASKETl ALL TEAM. standing— K. liAld., M. I)l ' ;id ' :A. IV. WKKJ.MAX. ( ' oach SCI I KT U 1 1 ( )I .TZ. !•:. I’.If A I � LKV. F. ( ' Z.V.I.V. .1 FOXIFI ' , M-i ' F MIA ' l ' ox Sittiii.u-AF liAUKF ' r ' r, F. IIOFFW, ( ' apt. .1. SWFFXI ' IV. .1. KFLFY, FOXII’I ' . The first game between Loyola and City, for the championship, took place at Loyola, and every inch of space about tlie place was packed with rooters from both schools. Loyola started like a house afire and annexed five (5) points before City woke up; but soon the three years of experience began to tell and although Loyola fought hard, the first half ended 21-16 in favor of City. The second half was just as close with both teams ])laying their best. Many times Loyola would spurt and draw close when Holew got his eye on the basket, but was not able to overcome the scant lead; so it ended with City, 41 ; Loyola, 30. Every- body expressed the opinion that it was the best game played at Loyola since the days of Scheurich, Corcoran and the rest of that memorable team. Three victories followed this defeat. Rock Hill Reserves was again defeated; Salesianum was defeated, 36-23, w4iich evened up matters for the defeat sutt ' ered in Wilmington earlier in the season, and St. John’s College Reserves w as beaten in their own hall, 26-13. The second game with City w as played Thursday, February 21 and w as as close and as exciting as the first. J. Coniff ])layed the greater part of the contest in place of Barrett, wdio w as injured in the first few minutes of play, and show ed up w ell w ith the rest of the team. Holew w as in splendid form and kept Loyola in the thick of the fight as he had on many other occasions during the season. The game ended 39-26 in favor of City and she became the champion of the city. Following is a summary of games wain and lost. Games w on, 12; games lost, 3. Summary: L. H. S. 0pp. December 5 — L. H. S. vs. Alumni, at home 33 19 December 12 — L. H. S. vs. Franklin High, at home 54 9 December 15 — L. H. S. vs. Salesianum, at Wilmington .... 19 43 December 22— L. H. S. vs. Poly, at home 22 21 January 10 — L. H. S. vs. McDonough, at McDonough ... .28 19 January 15 — L. H. S. vs. Ft. McHenry, at home 60 10 January 23— L. H. S. vs. Rock Hill Res., at Fllicott City. .39 19 January 26 — L. H. S. vs. Gonzaga, at home 42 20 February 1— L. H. S. vs. Poly, at Poly 32 20 February 2 — L. H. S. vs. McDonough, at home (F) 2 0 February 4 — L. H. S. vs. City, at home 30 41 February 13— L. H. S. vs. Rock Hill Res., at home (F) . . . 2 0 February 14 — L. H. S. vs. St. John’s Res., at Annai)olis. . . .26 13 February 16 — L. H. S. vs. Salesianum, at home 36 23 February 21 — L. H. S. vs. City, at City 26 39 X ' . B. (F) — Forfeit. 209 Paul Menton, ’18. 210 FOOTBALL TEAM iFoatliaU But few seasoned pla ers reported for the tirst practice. Among them were Capt. Edward Kerr, Marcin, Coolahan, O’Conor and Delea. Although the team lost the majority of its games, it was defeated in all cases by rivals who greatly outweighed our boys, whilst those teams which approached ours in weight went down in defeat. The first game of the year against Gilman’s Country School, the Mary- land Interscholastic Champions, came shortly after school opened and before the team had sufiicient practice — as a result we suffered defeat. The following week the heavy City College team administered another defeat. The first victory of the season was gained at the expense of Dunham’s Latin School, whose team our boj s defeated by the score of 14 — 0. On October 30, the team met the strong and heavy team of Polytechnic School. Although outweighed and outdrilled, our boys that day manifested a spirit of gameness that will not soon be forgotten. Who that saw the game, will forget the bulldog tenacity with which Loyola checked the lunges of Poly’s backs? Who can forget the plunges against Poly’s adamant wall when Lo ola’s men were hurled back time and again, only to return to the fray, always more courageous and dauntless, beaten but not acknowledging defeat? This was the spirit manifested on each hard-fought field by the boys who bore the name of Loyola, and who will deny that such a spirit does not bespeak greater things than victories? Later on the team gleaned another victory from Marston’s, but was defeated in its last game by McDonough. Captain Edward Kerr, Joseph Brooks and Tom Marcin constituted the back field; Robert Coolahan was the pivot man; William Sweeney, Stan. Heuisler and Mike Delea guarded the ends, while Sybert, O’Conor, Ball, Reid, Meehan, Brennan, Dufi ' y, Kirby and Ashton performed yeoman duty on the line in many a hard-fought battle. John Coniff, Manager. With six of last year’s players in uniform again, and strengthened by the acquisition of several very good pla 3 ers, a fast team was placed on the field. The team Avas defeated Rvice by Towson High, but later evened up things by defeating in turn, Gilman and Dunham. The services of Mr. Roger Pippin Avere secured and as a result of his splendid coaching, Loyola Avas able to shut out Poljdechnic. Several pitching feats have been accomplished by the staff ' of Loyola. IlolcAv defeated both Gilman and Poly, alloAving Iavo hits in each game; 211 212 BASEBALL TEAM. Third Row— B. WEKJMAX. M. BRENNAN. R. O ' l ' ONOR, .T. KEIJA ' . P. SPHT’LZE. .T. McFADDEN, P. MAREEKI. Second Row— E. CZA.IA. E. IIOLEW, E. KERR. (J. IIEEERICII. T. REYNOLDS. First Row — M. GARRIS. W. EOGEE. A. HARTZELL. while McFadden, a youngster of Second Year, let Dunham down with four hits. At the present time Eddie Kerr, Joe Kelly and Captain Frank Holew are the .300 hitters, Kerr recently reaching the .400 mark. The letter-men are Captain Frank Holew, Eddie Kerr, Robt. O’Connor. Andrew Hartzell, Frank Czaja, of last year’s team; John McFadden, Tom Reynolds, George Helfrich, Gerald Rarrett, Joe Kelly, Paul Schultz, Phil Marecki, Michael Garreis, Hanson Fenwick and Xavier Keelan, being new and welcome members of the squad. The following attractive schedule has been arranged : Wednesday, April 10 — Gilman; at Gilman. Wednesday, April 3 — Towson; at Towson. Wednesday, April 17 — Dunham; at Mt. Washington. Friday, April 19 — Towson; at Towson. Wednesday, April 24 — Poly; at Clifton Park. Saturday, April 27 — City College; at Clifton Park. Tuesday, Ma} 7 — City College; at Home. Friday, May 10 — McDonough; at McDonough. Tuesday, May 14 — Hopkins Freshman; at Homewood. Thursday, May 16 — Franklin High; at Reisterstown. Tuesday, May 21 — Poly; at Home. Thursday, May 23 — Mt. St. Mary’s; at Emmitsburg. Friday, May 31 — Franklin High; at Home. The result of the games played to date : Loyola, 2; Towson, 10. T.oyola, 7; Gilman, 1. Loyola, 15; Dunham, 3. Loyola, 3; Towson, 6. Loyola, 1 ; Poly, 9. Lovola, 1 ; Citv, 10. Loyola, 4; McDonough, 9. Loyola, 14; Franklin High, i Loyola, 1 ; Poly, 4. Loyola, 9; Mt. St. Mary’s, 3. Loyola, 9; Marston, 0. Bernard Weigman, Manager. Clpnms The championship tennis team which last year carried off the inter- scholastic honors at Gilman is again well on its way to another title, for it has already vanquished St. John’s College, Poly (twice), and hopes to administer the same to City and Gilman and its other opponents. William Sweeney, the interscholastic champion, and with Elmer Fody, doubles champion, are again leading the team’s attack, ably assisted by Paul Menton and Daniel Barrett. The two last named players have been showing fine form in the doubles. Starting out from last year, the tennis team has yet to meet defeat and it will be difiicult for any team to blot out its victorious record. The inclement weather prevented the team from securing the neces- 213 sary practice, l)ut llic opening game with St. John’s i)rovcd that the team had lost none of its prestige. After tlie Poly match, which Loyola won easily, 7 to 0, (lerald Barrett, wlio was third man, decided to play base- ball and Dan, Ids brother, was called into action and performed bril- liantly. With such a strong four and a wealth of substitute material it is no wonder that she earried the Blue and Gold colors to victory. The schedule follows : L. 1 1. S. ( )i)i)s. April 20 — L. H. S. vs. St. John’s College, at Clifton 5 1 May 2 — L. H. S. vs. Poly, at Clifton 7 0 May 9 — L. H. S. vs. St. John’s College, at Annapolis 1 2 May 13 — L. H. S. vs. Poly, at Clifton May 16 — L. H. S. vs. City, at Clifton May 18 — L. H. S. vs. Western Maryland, at Western Md.. May 20 — L. H. S. vs. City, at Clifton May 23 — L. H. S. vs. Gilman, at Roland Park May 23 — Interscholastic Tennis Tournament May 25 — L. H. S. vs. Gilman, at Roland Park H. J. SwEKNEv, Manager. 214 (UnntrnlB. PAGE. Mis Piniinencc, Cardinal Gibbons 5 Letters from Loyola Boys 8 The First Vietiin 76 Loyola ' s Roll of Honor 71) Carry On (verse) 81) Cardinal Mereier 1)0 Christian Jerusalem 1)6 Tlie Po])e and his Warring Children 1)8 American Catholics and Patriotism 101 Why Conserve Food? 104 Recollections of Belgium 108 Louvain Ill Fijis and Taps (a war story) 115 Foiled (a war story) Ill) editorials 123 The Chronicle 127 Fath.er John D. Whitney, S.J 121) Ldark Corcoran 134 Josei)h F. Gueydan 135 51r. Lapsley 135 Alumni Notes 137 The Class of 11)18 141 Undergraduate Class Notes 155 High School Dej)artment 162 Fre})aratory Department 195 College and High School Societies 201 Athletics 207 215 Why You Will Select CALVERT CALVERT is the Only College in the City giving Individual, Practical Instruction in Shorthand and Modern Business Methods. 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