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

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WHEN THE SNOW FELL UPON EVERGREEN

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To Mr. James J. Becker, S. J., soon to be ordained to the holy priesthood, we offer oar heartfelt thanks. For sincerely did he work for our success during the major portion of our four years in High School. When nineteen out of our thirty High School graduates returned in September to begin our collegiate course, America was in a saddened condition. Her armies were quickly draining the manhood of the country. So serious was the state of affairs, that Loyola was confronted with a dearth of students. For practically her entire enrollment of scholars was transferred to the S. A. T. C. at Georgetown University. Some of the Freshmen — because they were too young — were unable to enter the Students’ Army. Consequently, they determined to “carry on” their regular studies and thus prevented the key from turning in lock at Loyola. But then the “flu” made its appearance spreading pestilence and disaster in its wake. For one complete month it forcibly prevented scholastic proceedings. Yet when the disease abated, the handful of Freshmen returned to school; and for a short period they were the only college scholars upon the register of Loyola. In November came the armistice. But it was not until the following January that Loyola could formally receive her returning sons. During the first month of 1919, all of us were again at the institution on Calvert Street, except Robert Cocla- han whose arrival was delayed by the necessity of his presence at Camp Zachary Taylor, Kentucky, to receive a commission as lieutenant. Though many of us spent but a short time in the first college class at Loyola, yet it was most helpful to all. William Sweeney performed a feat seldom accom- plished by a student in his initial year, when he captured the medal for debating. Father John W. Coveney, our professor, was unceasing in his attempts to arouse poetic inspirations within us. And as their moderator, he was most successful in br inging near to perfection the abilities of several of our members, as dramatic actors. At the close of this eventful year, William Schoberg quit our ranks to enter the Jesuit novitiate. As time grew on, we grew wiser. And in Sophomore we were brought into intimate association with Demosthenes, Plato, Cicero and Juvenal, by Father Philip Finegan the present dean of Loyola. Again members of our class were recipients of special awards. For Frank Di Paula won the medal for proficiency in mathematics in a contest open to the entire College and High School; and Edward Kerr demonstrated his capacity for writing by winning the purse of $25.00 in gold for the best literary essay. And when the second year of our higher educa- tion was completed, Edward Tewey and Joseph Nelligan, both diligent students, departed from our company to enter Saint Mary’s Seminary. Another summer passed and we were Juniors. The Reverend John P. Meagher occupied the chair of philosophy at the time when we were first introduced to the 17

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science which studies the ultimate causes of all things. And, indeed, profitable to us was our first year of pursuing the study which is the crown of a thorough training. To Father Henry McLoughlin, our chemistry professor, we owe a debt of gratitude: For often, when weighed down by seemingly unsurmountable formulas and equations, did he not buoy up our spirits by his witty remarks and encourage us to persevere till the end? Father Joseph Kelley also deserves our appreciation for the earnest manner in which he strived to inculcate into us the principles of Physics. In both these branches Ferdinand Sybert and Frank Di Paula always dis- tinguished themselves; and Paul Menton and Carroll Read were proficient too. Thus we completed our days of study at the old Loyola on Calvert Street. For we entered Senior year amidst the beautiful and pleasant surroundings of Evergreen. It was a year which marked the triumphant rise of John Coniff as our most efficient philosopher. During the last two months as Seniors, William Hodges was counted among our class-mates. Bill had previously been a Senior in 1917 during the World War when he left school to enter the navy where he won a commission. Father Justin J. Ooghe was our professor of philosophy in our last year at Loyola. Thoroughly and capably did he instruct us; and surely our intel- lects and wills are much better trained because of the philosophical principles which he instilled in us. And now the end of our course is at hand. We are about to take up our places in the busy world. Sixteen we number — we, who have the honor of being the first to graduate from Loyola at her new location. Ah, Alma Mater! Your geographical position may be changed but your place within our pleasant memories is immovable. Fellow-classmates, fare ye well! May we often meet along the labyrinthian avenues of Life! May we at all times steadfastly adhere to the ideals of Alma Mater! May we add more honor to her ever increasing renown! And may we frequently hold happy and joyful reunions in her presence; and on each occasion may we all cause her to rejoice — having aptly and diligently followed her guiding principle “ad majorem Dei gloriam.” Kenneth L. Graham, ’22. 19