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

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Reverend Justin J. Ooghe, S. J. Professor of Psychology and Ethics

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Tkc Loyol a (SollGge Arts BixilcLiii Baltimore, April 29, 1928. HEN I climbed upon the Charles Street bus the other day at Union Station on my return to the city, after many years ab- sence, I seated myself beside an elderly man who proved later to be a real Baltimore “booster”. Being anxious to talk about the city, he filled me with the desire to learn of its changes. Traveling northward we had soon passed through Guilford and en- tered what he told me was Baltimore’s newest and widest boulevard. Charles Street! and now 130 feet wide. As we were passing Evergreen he pointed to the Loyola Group and the fine new Arts Building which had just been completed and occupied. I remembered then, that in 1921, just before I went away, the site had been purchased by the Associated Profes- sors of Loyola College for their new College; interrupting him to glance back at the great marble building I gazed as long as I could before he called my attention to the new developments beyond. We seemed to ride for many miles and then started on the return trip. Nearing Loyola again I signalled the driver to stop and got off at the entrance. Walking up the large half-oval shaped driveway, I was soon at the tower entrance and turned to look towards Charles Street. The steep bank had been removed, the magnificent garden, on the left, bordered with its Lombardy Poplars had been changed only slightly; the terraces, walls and walks making a pleasant setting at the south side of the property. With boxwoods and evergreens planted in front of the Arts Building it seemed to grow out of the ground. I stepped back a space to get a larger view of the marble structure. The Memorial Tower in the center was flanked both sides with buttressed wings terminating at each end in strong pylons giving solidity to the mass. The windows seemed large but well proportioned. I began to examine more closely the Tower. A medieval structure of the old world had been trans- planted in a new setting! I felt a sense of Oxford. The deep revealed entrance was surmounted by a balcony from which arose a double-storied oriel window. The pleasing effect was arresting my attention when I heard a chime and gazing higher saw the clock dial pointed to two, my eye carried higher to the tower top and the turrelle on the corner. All had seemed quiet until now and then I heard the tramp of feet and students began filing out onto the campus from the tower en- trance and those at the north and south ends of the building. I walked closer and entered the building. The tower entrance lobby was rich in Gothic detail, yet subdued and pleasing, I passed further and found myself in the auditorium. A meeting was in progress so I tip-toed out and would have hurried from the building when I was stopped. “Are you seeking someone, perhaps I can help you?” I explained my absence from the city and remarked that I was getting acquainted again with Baltimore. I recognized him. “Father McEneany, you don’t remember me.” “Of course I do,” he said, “let me take you around the building,” and we started off. Page 9