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

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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

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®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.

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(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