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

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him for assistance. His day was our day, our cares were his and often did he toil with us late into the waning twilight that this essay be more logical, that that passage of Homer be better understood. It was in our Fourth Year of High School that a new field of learning was thrown open to our vision — the study of physics. For his amiable disposition, patience in our numerous difficulties, interest in our under- standing of this science, Mr. Love our Instructor, holds our deepest re- spect and kindest appreciation. Our High School career now a thing of the past, we returned in September, 1917, to pursue our college course with the dark clouds of war throwing its uncertain shadows about us. Here we were introduced to the man who was to polish off the rough edges of the character that was substantially moulded and formed in High School days. To Fr. Philip M. Finegan S. J., do we owe the love and appreciation which we bear for the classics. Under his guiding influence in Freshman and Sophomore years, Shakespeare and Milton, Cicero and Demosthenes, Newman and Burke were intelligently read and thoroughly appreciated. Did we forget a class in passing? Shall we ever forget it? Will our furrowed brows ever be smoothed, or shall points and lines, ordinates and abscissas haunt us to the tomb? Numerous were the arithmetical alphas we never before perceived, and few the iotas of geo- metrical anal 3 sis we had not acquired after our sessions in Fr. Henry W. McLoughlin’s class in mathematics. Many were the days we entered the class with the confidence of Einstein, to come out peers of the court fool. Yet the path is narrow, every blow sent us forward and the running was easier when the load of pride had been gently lifted from our shoulders. In the chemical laboratory too Fr. McLoughlin forced upon us the principle that there was no parity between the right way and the wrong wa 3 % that the gap between the two was unbridgable, when the reaction called for three drops of H 2 O, four drops were tubs too many. And then we knocked at the door of philosophy — divine, sublime, subtle, sinister philosophy. In the hands of Fr. Justin J. Ooghe, S. J., it became a flow of words having a distinct meaning which came only after deep thought. The most we can say is but a meagre tribute to the tireless efforts of Fr. Ooghe. May our lives bear testimony to the lasting principles which his theory and practice impressed upon us. Eagerly yet almost reluctantly we entered Senior, fully realizing that our last j ear under direct Jesuit infl uence was at hand, but deter- 6

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(2ll|p (ClaBB nt The sun is sinking to its rest. School days are drawing to a close and anon the moon of future years shall shine by reflected light of righteousness inculcated in us while we served our apprenticeship as students. This is the last, the twilight of our happiest times and presently we shall enter upon that period we all must encounter, must combat and, must conquer. Through all these years have we yearned for the days when We would separate ourselves from the protecting hand of our Alma Mater and by our own self confidence compete with the world. And now the time has arrived. Yet before we enter upon this life of success or failure, let us retrospect, let us draw aside the veil enshrouding the days of the past and for a moment revel in the joys of our happiest moments. Like the fledglings in the nest of the mother w e timidly took our places as “Freshies” in High School. Here under the guiding influence of the kindly spirit of Fr. Delihant we improved rapidly. How fortunate we were to have the moulds of our future characters entrusted to the hands of this skilled soldier of Christ. So pleasantly and profitably did this first year pass that before we realized it Mr. John Murray was calling our much enlarged class to order. Mr. Murray beheld a gathering of some fifty freshly tanned, eager faces. Who can forget the many fruitful hours we spent that year? Hours that were it not for our able teacher’s peripatetic method of instilling the fundamentals of Greek would have indeed been dull. It was also our good fortune that year to have as our instructor that quite, unassuming, patient, generous gentleman, Mr. James J. Becker, S. J. It was due to his ability as a teacher that the abstract principles of algebra became concrete and interesting. Even through the more theoretical subject of geometry, this interest held and our knowledge increased. The autumn of 1915 found us sustaining an avalanche of work that had rolled upon us. Then did the words of Fr. Delihant return, “Hard work, fellows, that is the secret of happiness.” And happy we were during the next two years under the guiding influence of that eminent professor and sincere friend, Mr. Francis W. O’Hara, S. J. No time of day was too early, none too late to call upon 5

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mined to use each semester as a stepping stone to higher things. Fortunate Senior ! The faculty roster of 1920-21 announced the com- ing of Fr. John P. Meagher, S. J., as professor of philosophy. Genial yet firm, Fr. Meagher took up his duties and in short time we were well drilled in the principles of general ethics, cosmology and rational psychology. Let it be said of Fr. Meagher that he was a teacher and a friend, a man who knew and did convey his knowledge. Kver patient and con- siderate, we shall for 11 time remember him as a man s man and let us hope that our gratitude to him may some day be evidenced by accom- plishments worthy of the energies he expanded upon us. Even in our early High School days we knew from hearsay of the ability and acumen of that profound scientist Fr. Joseph M. Kelly, S. J., but it was not until Senior 3 ' ear that we were privileged to reap of his vast scientific knowledge. Our course under Fr. Kelly was brief but very fruitful, and despite the enormity of his other duties no time or effort was spared by him in making our lectures and laboratory work interesting and beneficial. By an unfortunate force of circumstance we were deprived of many valuable lectures by Fr. William F. Jordan. Joining us in the second term as professor of political economy he had but begun his course of lectures when illness overtook him. We deeply regretted his absence and sympathized with him in his misfortune, full realizing the loss we had sustained. To our respective deans, Fr. Richard A. Fleming, S. J., Fr. William Stinson, S. J., and Fr. Francis M. Connell, S. J., we pen an expression of gratitude. “But now the day is done, its hours have run !” We stand at the gate of the future. But we are unafraid, “we are the masters of our souls.” We enter upon new life with unfaltering step, bearing in mind those precepts, those ideals, those loves we have cherished as students. The lessons of right, of justice and of faithfulness to duty have been deeply instilled into our souls by devoted teachers. To them we owe much, and to them we gratefully offer our deepest heartfelt thanks, full knowing that we can never make adequate return of their untiring efforts for our welfare. Old Loyola! We bid thee au revoir but not good-bye.