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

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Prefect of the Senior Sociality, Associate Editor of the Annual, are a few of the honored positions l estowed upon our cheerful class- mate. Hailing from Calvert Hall he joined us in Freshman year. Charlie’s delicacy and cjuaint taste have gained for him numerous friends and admirers. Though Charlie is not a public sj)eaker, who will forget his sing- ing? That sweet, melodious voice has caused Caruso to how his head in shame at his own vain attem])ts. We are still trying to ascertain whether those sounds were signs of contentment or an- guish. He can tell you without referring to a chart how much “gas” this or that motor “eats up” l)er mile. Carburetors and plan- etary transmissions fall into his conversation just as naturally as the weather does to an ordinary person. When seated in a Cadillac doing about 120 knots an hour he is as happy as the happiest of men. “Charlie” doesn’t let the material things alone attract him for he is always looking toward the beautiful, and according to him there is nothing half so beautiful as a thesis in Logic. Hungering for knowledge “Charlie” will sit for hours at a time listening to Father Ooghe’s sweet tlowing words and never does he talk (?) lest he miss a single syllable. But withal “Charlie” is a good student having carried oft’ prizes and premiums galore. From Freshman to Senior he has always managed to carry away something. “Charlie” is a great chap, a lovely character and a true friend. If his ability as a chemist at school can be taken as a criterion he will surely be a chemist of fame in a few years. Here’s to you, “Charlie” ! May all your dreams come true. The chemical profession will he the better for your entering it, and Loyola the prouder of the memories you leave behind. 7

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When we returned the following September our members had decreased to six. In passing it is but fair to recall those old classmates, for surely no one could pass by without mentioning Hauf, Herrmann, Rakow, Hiskey, Hodges, Barrett, Monaghan and our departed but much esteemed friend “Bill” Wickham. So the class of “we are six” passed a wonderful year under the ever smiling Father Finegan. We don’t know why he smiled, whether it was because of our efforts in Cicero or because of our attempts in Demosthenes. As we stood on the brink of Junior we were startled, indeed half- afraid, of the magnitude of the subject before us. Our fears were soon dispelled and with complete confidence in our guide we saw the indus- trious Father Ooghe carry us across the ever-widening vales of knowl- edge. For two years he carefully instructed and counseled us, and now at the pinnacle of our efforts instead of feeling our own importance, we realize our sheer insignificance in this world. We also appreciate another man. Father Henry McLoughlin, whose good humor fitted in precisely with our mathematics and chemistry. Anyone who could forget the throbbing of his heart when, after having been called for a recitation, he could not answer, surely could never have been in Father McLoughlin’s class. To Mr. Thomas J. Love, S.J., who treated us to physics we owe a great debt of gratitude for his painstaking efforts to have us properly mentally equipped. Let us not forget Father Richard A. Fleming, a mention of whose name is sufficient to recall many pleasant years — years filled with vali- ant efforts to keep alive the spirit of goodfellowship in the school. Ungrateful would it be not to mention Father Stinson. Always solicitous for our welfare he formed a biological laboratory, worthy of the name. His practical talks each Friday morning have helped greatly in forming our characters. Thus have we completed our memorable days at Loyola. Our story has been told and in a few more days we shall pass from the walls that have so long sheltered us. Soon we must face the world. Oh Alma Mater, fighting for the principles you have infused into us. May your spirit never leave us! May your counsel remain with us forever, so that in the days to come we may ever point to Loyola and exclaim : “My strength, my ideal, my guide.” May the day never come when our Alma Mater would he ashamed to say: “My Child.” May our future days retlect back the crystallized principles you gave us, and may our actions be ever in accord with that motto you tried to impress on us, “Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.” Thomas P. Kelly, ’20. 6

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President of the Atliletic Asso- ciation, Editor of tlie Annual, Secretary of the Senior Sodality, I ' resident of Senior Class. Our soldier boy would have graduated in the class of 1918, were it not for the fact that Uncle Sam needed Ills services. From Camp Meade, Sergeant “Joe” took up his bur- den in France. The separation irom school ties at a time when graduation wais so near at hand must have been a trying ordeal for him. And now “Joe” is to realize an ambition which the World War temporarily checked. Tliere is another thing that dis- tinguishes “Joe” from the rest of us and that is his ability to make I)earahle the dryest classes. As a f unmaker and general class comedian he has no equal. “A joke a day” is “Joe’s” motto and he surely lives up to it. But aside from being our hero and ofticial comedian Josepli is a dee]) and brilliant thinker. Frankness is a predominant part of his character, for with the deepest regard for his ])rofessor he will not hes- itate an instant in pointing out a thesis as “that conglomeration of words,” and in many a syllogism he will defy anyone to show that that reasoning is correct. Yet his ability to defend those very theses in a pliiloso])hic circle shows that behind that verbal utterance of denuncia- tion, Joe must possess some inner emotions of the beautiful, and a keen sense of argumentation. The law profession in a few years from now will receive into its midst a thinker, geniat and lovable. Some day we hope to find him a prominent disciple of Blackstone; not only ])rominent, hut the leader of the ])rominent. To you, “Joe,” we offer our heartfelt felicitations, and may sucess always be yours. 8